A moment later, her bra loosened, and he eased it away. I’d seen her naked before—we’d all been together a few times now—but never like this. We’d always had Jacques and Travis between us. This time, I wanted to touch and taste her too.
Travis moaned, and I flicked my eyes to him. Jacques was on his knees, his face buried in Travis’s sac as he licked and nipped on him, his big hand wrapped around Travis’s shaft as he jacked him off. I loved the way they were together, and knowing they were looking after each other while letting Carina and me explore this thing between us meant everything.
I returned my focus back to Carina and gazed at her, taking in every inch of her pale skin. She was radiant. Her nipples were hard, her breasts lusciously soft. She’d gained some weight since she was with us, too, her belly a touch more rounded than it had been, and I fucking loved knowing we were caring for her, that the stress was no longer wasting her away.
I reached for the button in her jeans and looked up to her for permission. She nodded and sucked in a breath, pulling her shoulders back as if steeling herself.
“I won’t hurt you,” I promised in a low whisper as I popped the button and lowered the zipper.
“It’s not that,” she explained, pushing her jeans and lacy underwear down off her hips.
She stood naked in front of me, and I licked my lips, my mouth watering. She was a goddess. Not a single statue in any museum around the world sculpted by the giants of history did any justice to the perfection before me. Her beauty lay not in her flawlessness, but in her imperfections. Stretch marks and a scar where she’d had a mole removed, breasts that weren’t perfectly perky anymore, and cellulite on her thighs called to me on a level I’d never understood before.
I loved my men. Their hard bodies and muscles were like a drug. But Carina was something entirely different, a creature so overwhelming in her femininity and beauty that she awed me. No wonder the pagans worshipped the divine feminine. She was the altar I wanted to worship before until the end of time itself.
“I’ve been with three men in my life, two of whom are in the room. You’ll be the fourth.” She paused, letting what she’d said sink in.
I understood her completely. This wasn’t just some casual hookup. It meant something. To both of us.
“I’ve been with two men, and never before with a woman.”
“We’ve seen each other naked, but—”
“I’ve never seen someone as breathtakingly beautiful as you,” I interjected, unable to stop myself from sharing the words for a second longer. “Please, can I touch you?”
“Don’t stop until we’re both exhausted and can’t come anymore,” she ordered.
Eliminating the space between us, I kissed her again, slow and sure, but she pressed harder against me and took over, controlling it. Carina curled her fingers in the waistline of my boxer briefs and tugged them down, leaving me naked in front of her.
I broke our kiss and followed the line down her throat that I’d kissed before, sucking and nibbling on her skin until she was arching into my touch. I held her tight as I dipped my head lower and lifted her breast so I could suck on her nipple. She cried out, a breathless moan, and pride lit me up from inside. I was turning her on. I was making her feel good.
I wrapped my hand around my dick and stroked myself, trying to relieve the growing ache. I was hard, precum leaking from me, and my balls were drawn up tight. Easing them away from my body, I took the edge off while trying to ramp up Carina’s.
Shifting to her other breast, I laved her nipple until it was hard and flushed a dusky pink. I trailed my fingers over her belly and followed with my mouth, dipping my tongue into her navel and delighting at the shiver that had gooseflesh rising on her arms. On my knees before her, I nuzzled her thigh and ran my nose over her mound, teasing her.
“Lick me,” she demanded, her voice a breathless plea.
“Lie down. Spread those pretty legs for me,” I instructed.
“Need to be inside you,” Travis moaned.
I wasn’t sure who he was talking to until I looked up and saw his big hand on her breast, his other holding her jaw while he kissed her like a man possessed.
I reached for his cock, stroking him and spreading the precum spilling from his slit.
“Travis, on your back. Get Jacques ready for me. Sweetheart, lie on Trav, your back to his front.” I wanted the two of them to be close together so I could feast on them. I was being selfish—I was desperate to satiate my hunger for them.
Jacques fished out the lube from the nightstand drawer and tossed it to Travis while he made himself comfortable on our bed. Jacques and I helped Carina onto him. She had her legs pressed together with her feet inside Travis’s spread knees. That wouldn’t do.
I gently eased her knees apart and hooked her feet outside of Travis’s legs, then reached for his cock and pulled it down so I could give them both the attention they deserved. He was thick and veiny, his cockhead red and his balls drawn up tight. Carina was wet, her inner thighs glistening with her desire. Her clit was swollen, and her core visibly clenched when I exhaled on a moan.
Shifting Travis’s hand to her breast, I started at her navel again, focusing my attention on getting her so worked up that she’d be a sobbing mess by the time she came.
The wetschlep, schlep, schlepof a lubed-up cock had me flicking my gaze to Jacques. He was on his hands and knees, his ass presented to Travis. Carina was jacking him off in long, slow movements along his shaft while Travis had two of his thick fingers lodged to the second knuckle in Jacques’s ass.
“So sexy,” Carina breathed.
“You love it when we fuck, too, don’t you?” Travis asked, rhetorically. “Gets you all wet, doesn’t it?”
