| Straight: Threesomes: Four times in a row (1/14) |
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I lie spent and beat on top of Joe and try to even out my breathing. My heart still hammers in my chest, drowns out all other sounds in the room. Everything despite the furious beating of my heart, pressed smug against his smooth and hairless chest, his heartbeat almost in sync with mine. I can’t move, not anymore, but he doesn’t quite stop yet, rolls his hips ever so slightly, not yet willing to let go completely. His face is buried in the hollow between my shoulder and neck and I can feel his hot breath on my skin, his slick lips as they brush right where the small, fine hairs are slowly changing into the real long and coppery ones and it makes me pant against his hair as I try to get my bearings. He let himself drop back against the mattress when he came, pulled me down with him and that change into a new position, the move of him inside me made me come too. Hard. And still I’m not completely satisfied. The reason for that sits next to us, propped against the headboard of the bed, watching us intently. I barely manage to lift my head enough to look at him, to drink in those intent green eyes as they hungrily slice into me. He doesn’t touch himself, just watches, and still I can see his erection as plain as day through the thin fabric of his boxers. I know he wants me, like, now, and there is only so much I can do to contain myself, because truth is, I want it too. Damn it, he’s the one who picked me up in the first place and while getting Joe as well is definitely a bonus that I wouldn’t have dared dream of, I still want to, no, need to have Ben. But I’ll be damned if I can move just now. Not only that, Joe is still holding me down, but my whole body is heavy and slack from a previously experienced orgasm. My pussy burns, small shudders of pleasure still fingering their way up towards my stomach as my muscles clench and unclench around Joe, who’s still inside me, who wont stop moving when all I want to do is get off so I can readjust again, get those damn electric currents that always run through my tender flesh after intercourse to calm down again. I think that I’m probably the only woman on earth who can’t stand being touched down there after, who needs a while to wind back down until even being able to move again. I get so hypersensitive down there it almost hurts at times. Finally, Joe stops moving, stays still and I slump even further onto him, too weak to roll myself off, to liberate myself. It’s not as if I’d mind, usually, not really, but right now… I can still feel Ben’s gaze on me and again I look up and lock eyes with him. Still he doesn’t say a word, doesn’t move, just fixes me with those eyes, hungry but still patient, which surprises me really. If I’d been forced to watch… ok, well he did have a hand in the game at first but then he’d abandoned his place to Joe, which was fine with me at the moment. Now I want him, and I want him fast. We look at each other for a while and I can see him getting impatient, |
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Burning Hot and Tender--
