by Lily Harlem
“And are you?” I looked at her reflection in the window.
“You know damn well I am.”
I twisted and gripped her arm. Tugged. Hard.
She fell, giggling, onto my lap.
“Want to be a bit happier?” I asked, my lips brushing hers as I spoke.
“I’m never going to say no to that.”
I smiled and kissed her properly. The way she softened in my arms, melted against me, was a huge rush. This woman was meant to be.
I explored her body, over her clothes, pleased to note that the soft sweats she wore covered no knickers and her breasts were free beneath her top.
“Nice,” I murmured.
“I just had a bath. Couldn’t be bothered with underwear.”
“All the better for me.”
She squirmed.
I knew she was worrying that she was heavy on my knee. But that wasn’t the case, she was a doll, light and sexy even though she didn’t think she was all of the time.
Until we proved to her that she was.
Even so I made the most of her wriggling and slotted her beneath me so her head was on a fluffy cushion.
I stared into her eyes. Eyes I wanted to start and end each day with forever.
“Why is it better for you?” she asked.
“What?”
“My lack of underwear.”
Oh, that.
“Because I can do this much easier.” I set about removing her top and sweats and in the process removed my own trousers and boxers. Her skin was soft and delicate, her curves enough to make me come just from stroking them.
“I was giving you a massage,” she said as my cock prodded her entrance.
“And it led to something else.” I pushed in. “Be warned for next time you offer that service.”
She giggled and hooked her legs over the back of mine.
Her tightness embraced me. Her wet heat sent a tingle of lust over my skin. Would I ever get enough of her? I pushed deeper into her pussy, my glans feeling every ridge and cushioned fold.
“I love you,” I whispered onto her lips.
“I love you too,” she said then fluttered her eyes shut.
I stared at her as I went to full depth. She had the ability to make the rest of the world disappear for me. Nothing else mattered. Only her.
But when it did. And business took me away. Then Andre was here. And he made her happy too.
I pulled out, eased back in, enjoying the small gasps she made as I rocked up against her clit.
“Baby…” I said. “Oh yeah…”
“Mmm…” She shifted to meet me on my next gentle thrust into her.
We set up a steady pace, one that worked perfectly for both of us. I had to hold back coming, I didn’t want to orgasm until she had. My cock was rigid, my balls packed tight.
“Oh, Tristan, yes…” She clawed at my back, her nails digging into my skin. “Yes, yes…”
Her pussy trembled around my cock as she arched her spine and clamped me closer.
I allowed my release to spill into her. Bliss shooting through me. This was where I needed to be.
Burying my head into her neck, I pumped my hips and allowed each shot of cum to send shivers over my body.
“Oh…” she gasped. “Oh…”
A final shot of release tore from me and I stilled.
Her internal muscles hugged and released me. The heat of my pleasure soaked onto my cock.
“You two started early.”
I lifted my head at the sound of Andre’s voice.
He stood by the sofa tugging off his tie.
“Hey,” Stella said, giving a lazy smile. “You’re home.”
“Yeah.” He unbuckled his belt.
I wondered how long he’d been watching. Andre liked to watch us, I knew that about him. He liked to join in too, but he said he enjoyed seeing Stella orgasm without being distracted, a voyeur as such.
Suited me just fine.
Stella shifted beneath me so I withdrew and allowed her to sit.
“I’m glad you’re home okay,” she said. “It’s cold. The roads are getting icy.”
“Yeah, but it’s hot in here.” He smiled and pushed at his suit trousers.
His cock emerged, hard and clearly in need of attention.
Stella sat forward, the pale skin on her back and shoulders marked pink by the cushions she’d been resting on as I’d made love to her.
She wrapped her fist around Andre’s cock and moved to the edge of the seat.
I shuffled behind her and stretched my legs so I had one on either side of her ass. Perfect for enjoying her breasts as she sucked off Andre.
“Oh, baby, that’s one hell of a welcome home,” Andre said, his trousers and boxers bunching at his feet.
Stella didn’t reply. She leaned forward and took him into her mouth.
“Mmm…” Andre rested his hand on her head and smoothed his hips toward her, then pulled away.
My cock twitched even though it was soft now. Stella gave amazing head. She did this thing with her tongue that embraced me like a thick duvet wrapping around my shaft.
“That’s so good…” Andre said, looking downward and clearly enjoying the sight of his cock going into Stella’s mouth.
I worked her nipples. They were hard and tight. It was easy to bring them both to points.
Nibbling her ear, I sent my right hand lower and sought out her clit.
She groaned around Andre’s cock.
I rubbed and stroked, finding the spot that made a tremble go up her spine.
Andre fucked her mouth. I stoked a new flame in her pussy.
Soon the air was full of our heat, the scent of us together and the sounds of gasps and Stella’s mouth on Andre.
“It’s here,” Andre pulled out. He gripped his cock and worked it hard.
Stella gathered her breasts together and I watched as the first spurt of cum landed on them.
Andre groaned, long, loud and abandoned. He tipped his head back and worked his shaft, his wrist moving fast, as more release shot from his slit.
Stella was shaking in my arms, a new orgasm about to ravish her.
I nibbled her ear and pressed her clit harder as I rotated it.
“Ah, fuck…” She wailed. “Yes…”
She coiled forward.
I kept her in my grip, pushing her through an intense orgasm as Andre finished up his.
She sobbed. Cried out. Clutched my forearms.
On and on it went.
Andre straightened. He was breathing hard.
As she trembled and shook, I slowed, knowing the pleasure was abating.
“Babe,” Andre said, cupping her cheeks and lifting her face to his. He kissed her.
I snuggled into her neck. The heat of her body, post climax, was like a furnace against mine.
“That was … phew … hot.” She panted, her back rubbing against my chest.
“You’re always hot,” Andre said.
She laughed. A sudden burst of emotion. “And dinner will be cold too. You boys are distracting.”
“Who are you calling a boy?” I nudged my thickening cock against her.
“Enough.” She twisted from Andre and faced me. “I’ve cooked a meal. I need my strength around you two.” She smiled and set a kiss on my lips. “Let’s eat.”
“Okay, okay.” I held my hands up in surrender even though I didn’t want to stop touching her. “We’ll eat.”
Andre reached for her elbows and pulled her standing. “Best clean you up first though.” He indicated her messy chest.
“Soon sorted.” She untangled herself from him and went to the sink area.
Andre and I stood side by side and watched her casually reach for the kitchen roll and wipe the cum from her breasts.
Yep, there was no doubt about it. The day Stella Wright had walked into Wainwright and Bramon had been very momentous in our lives. A case of the stars aligning. She was the perfect woman for us, unique in every way a
nd to top it all, she was sweet, sexy, giving and enjoyed sex as much as we did.
For that, I’d always be grateful and it was time to make her ours. To make it official. We weren’t sharing, we wanted her for ourselves, forever.
And the ring, upstairs, that Andre and I had chosen together, would make that real, to the world. We’d figure it out, face the music. We were a threesome, and it wasn’t strange or weird. It worked.
Perfectly.
Now all she had to do was say yes on Christmas Day, and the rest would be history.
The End
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