Our third’s body pressed against mine once too many a time in the night.
The bed is large and the room is dark, but morning light is starting to peek through.
“Should we- oh- wake her up?”
Ignoring Elena’s question, I just continue to play with her from behind, my fingers pulling her apart and to me and causing her to coo into my chest. She tries to ask again, unsure what our boundaries are, but interrupts herself with a groan as my second finger slips in, her ass pushing back on my knuckles as my long pointer and middle finger’s pads drag within her, my thumb using her wetness to swirl round her thick pussy lips. Elena reaches down to try and stroke me but I’m not too interested, and soon am sitting on the back of her thighs, my tip teasing her pussy as I tasted her on my fingers.
“Good. Pull yourself apart for me, doll.”
She does, reaching back and spreading her cheeks, needy to feel all of me.
Wrapping my hand around her neck from behind, we both grunt as I drop my hips against her ass. She’s pinned under me, and I can feel her throat flexing for air as I start to tilt my hips up and down, my curve making it so the top of my lower cock and my tip continually stretch her at the uncommon angle my weight atop her insists on. “She’ll wake up, don’t worry.” I growl, just a bit too loud, into her ear. She flinches away and I pull her back, pushing my knees together, trapping hers between mine – she can’t move a muscle without my permission, and I waste no time in ravishing her neck with bites, licks and hard kisses as my hips work my bare cock in and out of her. In this way I keep on until I feel her pussy begin to pull at me, begging me to cum, inviting me deeper, her desire matching my own, moans making their way between my fingers.
Overloaded, her hands bunch up in the sheets, and I watch as she unwittingly bumps my fiancé, who barely stirs. I couldn’t resist, leaning over and inhaling my fiancé’s scent. Something about how she smells always drives me wild, so recognizable but utterly foreign, every time I smell her it’s completely new and exactly what I’ve been waiting for. This time was no different.
Unconsciously, while watching my fiancé sleep, my thrusts became increasingly desperate, and my hand began to slip from Elena’s throat to her hips, holding her in place and laying my entire six foot self upon her, throwing my weight along and into her. Elena immediately grabbed at my hair and unsuccessfully stifled her moans, which grew in volume as my need did, filling and pushing her as my other hand reached out and held my fiancé’s lower thigh. It made my hand tingle as if asleep, my blood suddenly on fire. Elena writhed under me as she came, tugging at my long hair, her own splayed across her back, pinned between us.
I wanted my fiancé to wake up, to touch me and see my blind and eager and dirty and beautiful hedonism, the pleasures etched in the face of the woman under me, the freedom found in our coupling, and understand how her present absence layered a taboo joy upon what was already permissible – but I then realized her eyes were only in shadow and, wide awake, my fiancé had surely watched the whole thing. My hips felt as if they were struck by lightning, my legs going numb as my cock was brought as deep as possible by Elena, who realized we were three as my fiancé stroked and held her face. I bucked and couldn’t breathe, only able to feel my balls tighten twice as I squeezed her thigh and collapsed, waves of pleasure rapidly spreading along my body as Elena heaved air beside me.
Before I was fully conscious I was kissing my fiancé’s calf, her bent knee above my head as she stroked my hair…
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