by Edith DuBois
Ethan ran his hands up and down the curve of her spine and over the round of her ass. “No matter how many times I sink my cock in you, baby, it feels better than the time before.” His thumbs traced circles where her hip bones jutted slightly out. “You are my queen.”
Benji returned from the bedroom with the lube. Kneeling behind her, he placed one small, warm kiss on her right shoulder blade. “Ready, sweetie?” She nodded, feeling inexplicable tears starting to form. When Benji pushed her forward, Ethan reached up and wiped the moisture away.
He smiled at her, and she smiled back. She heard a moist-sounding squirt, and a moment later, Benji spread her ass cheeks and began working the lube into her ass, all around her rim and then inside. Without warning, he sank a finger deep inside her. She gasped and involuntarily squeezed around Ethan’s cock.
“Fuck,” he whispered. Then louder he said, “How about a little warning next time, bro?”
Benji leaned over behind her. “What? You didn’t like that?” He swirled his finger inside her, making her tense up and squeeze around Ethan again.
“That’s not the problem,” Ethan answered. His eyes closed and a look of intense strain crossed his features.
Benji chuckled but stopped his teasing circles, pulling his finger out. She thought he was done until two fingers thrust aggressively inside her ass. This onslaught caused a deep moan to rip out of her throat, and once again, she squeezed around Ethan.
“Seriously, dude,” Ethan said, gasping.
After a few swirls to stretch her out and a couple scissoring motions, Benji pulled out. “Done for real this time.” He applied more lube to her ass and then slathered some on himself. “Next is my cock.”
Grasping her cheeks, he held them wide apart.
Tingles of anticipation streaked up her back and around to her pussy.
“I love this view,” Benji said. “I could look at it all day.”
Sherri whimpered. “Please don’t though.”
“You want me in this ass, sweetie?”
“Yes, I do.” She arched her back, pulling off Ethan a little and thrusting her ass up at Benji. “And please hurry while you’re at it.”
He nudged forward, slowly breaching her tight back entrance.
“Let’s all three breathe together,” Ethan said, slipping a hand down to her pussy and resting a finger lightly on her clit. “In,” he directed. The finger made slow, methodical circles. “Out.” She held his gaze and followed his in-out instructions, realizing a little later that the finger on her clit was keeping time. “In,” he said and circled three times. “Out.” Three more circles. “In.” Three circles. “Out.” Three circles.
With every exhale, Benji sank inside just a little further. He breathed in and out with them, in with them, and out with them, and pushing deeper. A few moments later he was all the way in. Ethan had stopped counting their breaths, but they were still together. She locked eyes with Ethan.
One breath in.
One breath out.
And then without saying a word, they moved. Sherri pulled away from Ethan, nestling her ass in the crook of Benji’s bent waist. He held her for two breaths, and then she rolled away, going back to Ethan. Her hips kissed his, holding the embrace for two more breaths, and then Benji was pulling her to him. They kept their breathing in tempo and moved their bodies to the rhythm. She’d never felt more in tune with her men. They were perfectly syncopated, moving in perfect unison.
Their togetherness forced the pleasure deeper into her body, but also into her heart and into her mind. Its steady, relentless onslaught drew her in and wrapped itself all around her, forming a cocoon of passion. She was soon lost in it. Her surroundings meant nothing. The blankets, the fire, the room—all of it disappeared. All she could taste, hear, smell, see, touch were her men and this motion they’d created, this thick, warm, liquid motion.
A vibration started somewhere between the three of them. She felt it shaking and trembling and humming through each of their bodies. At the same time, Ethan and Benji thrust harder. They pushed their cocks further, reaching for something they couldn’t quite touch, something they were always, always striving for. Sherri squeezed the muscles of her cunt and ass, desperate to keep them just a little longer at the end of each stroke.
A grunt came from Ethan. She whimpered in response, wanting the same thing. Benji’s hips jerked against her ass. She knew he was close, and the thought caused her to dig her fingers into the muscles of Ethan’s shoulder and chest. They pushed so hard against each other, reaching and reaching and straining and reaching.
And then it happened.
They released, all three at the same time. Sherri was suddenly gasping, her pussy fluttering, squeezing, and pulsing all at once. Ethan’s and Benji’s bodies tensed up, and warm cum flooded her cunt and ass.
As one, they trembled and then collapsed into a large heap of flesh and bone. They remained piled on top of each other for a long moment, Sherri working her mind through the pleasure and the ragged breathing.
Ethan finally broke the silence. “Someone’s knee is crushing my left nut. Sherri, I really hope it’s yours.”
Giggling, they shifted and readjusted themselves until they were untangled.
“I’ll go get some warm towels,” Ethan said, kissing her and then rolling away. His voice had that ultralow timbre that only happened after he’d had a particularly satisfying orgasm.
Benji propped himself up on one elbow and began toying lazily with one of her nipples. They were now at an angle from the fireplace, and the flames licked up from the small of his back, casting a lovely amber glow over both of their bodies.
“If you still want to hate on Valentine’s Day, you can, but there’s no way it won’t be special to me from now on.”
She smiled. “I guess I can’t be hatin’.”
Ethan returned with the towels. “Hatin’ on what?” he asked, lying down on the other side of her. Gently he began running a warm washrag over her. She sighed at the lovely sensation.
“Talking about Valentine’s Day,” she said.
“Really? You’re not going to diss it anymore?”
“No, I think I’m going to have to lay off from now on.”
“Why is that?” He placed tiny kisses on her shoulder and her arm and her elbow and her wrist.
“Because…” She was suddenly a little shy. Everything was so new. Saying it out loud felt funny and awkward, but she was too excited not to. “Because of how special today was. What we decided.”
“You mean, to adopt?” Benji asked.
Sherri nodded. “We’re going to have a baby.”
“A family,” Ethan said.
“I feel like our whole life is going to change. Like it maybe already has. And I know when I finally get to hold my little baby boy or my little baby girl in my arms for the first time, I won’t be able to not think about today. And I won’t be able to think about it with anything other than love and wonder and exquisitely perfect happiness. So I just have to suck it up and not hate on it anymore.”
She looked at Ethan and then Benji, and they were both smiling at her. “I love you,” Benji said. “So damn much, you little imp.”
“I love you,” she said back, rolling toward him for a kiss. His hands slid over her back and cupped her ass for a second, holding their bodies close together for one tight moment.
After they broke the kiss and Benji placed a tiny peck on the end of her nose, she turned toward Ethan. She looked deep into his hazel eyes, and slowly matching grins broke out on their faces. He lurched forward and hit her with a kiss, and then he pulled back, still grinning. Sherri giggled and then got him with a quick kiss. Then they were both pecking and attacking until finally Ethan grabbed her face and held her against him. The kiss deepened, and Sherri thrust her tongue against his. After a few more swirls, she pulled her tongue back out and gave his bottom lip a teasing suck.
When they pulled their faces away from each other, Ethan ran his thumb over he
r lip and then across her cheekbone. “I love you, Sherri.”
“Love you,” she said back.
A few moments later they’d rolled over so that Ethan cuddled her from behind and Sherri cuddled Benji from behind. They watched the flames together. Sherri dreamed of the day—maybe a year from now, maybe two years from now, maybe a few months from now—when she would sit in front of another fire in her favorite chair with a tiny baby in her arms. And Ethan and Benji would be on the couch or standing beside her. It filled her with a pure and glimmering joy.
She sighed and kissed Benji’s neck, and as they continued to gaze into the dancing flames, her heart filled up with a wonderfully strange sentiment. It so filled her being that it came bubbling up her throat and out of her mouth before she could even think to stop it.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Benji and Ethan chuckled, and then together they said, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
A more perfect ending to the day she could have never imagined.
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Although she grew up in small-town Texas, Edith has lived and traveled in both France and the UK. She currently resides in Central Texas but wouldn’t mind a gallivant or two across the Australian Outback, the Highlands of Scotland, or any other foreign land that happens to interest her.
Edith enjoys writing in all sorts of genres and forms, including song writing and script writing, but no matter what, love is always at the center of her stories.
Edith’s idea of passing a perfect hour would be to cuddle up next to the window with one of her favorite books, a big ol’ mug of hot chocolate with whipped cream and cinnamon in her hand, and Patsy Cline softly crooning from her record player in the background.
You can e-mail Edith at [email protected] or find her on Twitter at twitter.com/EdithDWrites
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