Gwen giggled as she poured lube into her palm. “I think we may need more of this soon if we do this again.”
Julián held out his hand and she squirted some into his palm. “We’ll be doing this again…and often. I’ll get more, love.” He groaned as he smoothed it onto his stiff cock and wrapped his hand around to stroke it. Gwen turned her attention to Chris with a smile and surprised him when she straddled his thighs. She felt warm and sexy, draped over him like that, her pussy clearly visible to him.
A shuddering sigh left him as her slick hand closed around as much of his girth as she could. She frowned a little. “Sorry if my hand feels rough on you, baby.”
He caressed the top of her hand as she stroked him, her touch unleashing hot tingles that raced all over his body and centered in his balls. “Your hands are soft like velvet to me. Don’t worry, darlin’.” She had nothing to apologize for.
He took the bottle of lube from her and poured some on his fingers and then reached between her spread thighs and returned the favor. She smiled and hummed as her eyelids slid closed, flexing her hips and rubbing herself against his fingers. Her pussy was so slick and hot he couldn’t wait to be inside her. She tilted her head back and braced her palm on his chest as she enjoyed his touch.
Awe and gratitude filled him for being there with them, making her feel good. He whispered, “Thank you.” He wasn’t sure which one of them he was expressing it more for, but it came from his heart.
She took more lube in her hand and swirled it around the tingling head of his cock, and then slid down, coating his length generously and getting him extremely aroused in the process. His balls drew up and he panted, gritting his teeth and denying an early end to this encounter. He wasn’t letting anything ruin her fun, even his own need for release.
When they were both about as slicked up as they could get, she put aside the lube and dried her hand on a towel Julián had brought back with him from the bathroom.
She was so tiny crawling over him. He couldn’t imagine how she’d be able to rear up high enough to angle the head of his cock against her, if she planned to take him cowgirl-style, so he waited to see what she would do. His heart palpitated with surprise and emotion when she snuggled flat against him, pressing her warm, bountiful breasts against his chest. Her slippery pussy was positioned over the head of his cock where it lay stiffly against his abdomen an inch or two above his navel.
Kissing him with leisurely, wet, sucking kisses and licks, she whispered, “I may get you messy this way but it’ll be easier the first time. I’ll probably come before you’re even inside me, I’m so turned on.”
He feathered her hair from her cheek and looked into her eyes as she eased back, searching for signs of fear or uncertainty. Her wet pussy pressed against his belly and he shivered with anticipation as she came closer and closer. Her full lips were parted and her soft breathing sped up. He watched closely but only saw anticipation in her expression. She spanned the last bit of distance and panted as her hot, slick cunt made contact with his broad, mushroomed head.
She bit her lip and he felt the clenching contractions of her cunt as she pushed back against his cock. “Yeah, I’m definitely coming fast for you, baby,” she murmured with a soft giggle. “You’re so hot, and soooo hard.”
He spread his legs slightly so he could stop her if he sensed she was taking more of him than she could handle. She was trembling but all her signs told him she was enjoying herself. Focusing on taking care of her helped to keep his mind off of how much he wanted to come because she felt so good rubbing against him.
She let out a slow breath and pushed down on the mattress by his shoulders, arching her back in small increments, experimenting with a circular motion that rubbed her hot, wet cunt over the sensitive head and made him grit his teeth and moan. She was killing him with pleasure as she increased the pressure, pushing down on him, letting out another breath.
The soft moan began deep inside her as the head of his cock found just the right spot and began to slide into her hellaciously tight entrance.
Every muscle in his body went rigid as he held still for her. Her moan was broken by soft panting and he bit down on his lip until he tasted blood as the rippling spasms in her pussy became sheer torment.
Her blue eyes were clouded with pleasure as she looked at him. “I can’t stop it, it’s too goooood! I’m coming!” She tilted her head back and sobbed as she arched and thrust against him. She took more of him than he thought she should so quickly, but he couldn’t stop her. She gripped the sheets tightly and he panted through her orgasmic torture as her sweet little cunt gripped his cock and rippled as she rode him to fulfillment.
As her climax subsided, she perched over him, her beautiful breasts swaying in his face with each breath she took, her tummy and hips still plastered to him. She finally smiled down at him, bliss radiating from her soft eyes. “Oh, so good, Chris. So good. I want more.”
Julián quietly shifted on the bed and squeezed her ass cheek as he looked at where the two of them were joined. “I’m glad you want more, baby, because there’s plenty more of Chris to take. Careful.”
Chris chuckled and couldn’t believe he was getting even more turned on as Julián avidly watched her grind her pussy against him. She lay back down on his chest and began to thrust and slide on the part she’d taken, coating him with her cream and torturing him with the silken heat of her cunt as she engulfed a few more inches of his rigid dick.
Julián backed off slightly, no longer touching her, but continued watching as her movements became more purposeful. Chris didn’t think she could take him all, at least not that night, but she was giving it a good try. When she’d easily slid over two-thirds of his length, she pushed herself up and rose up on her knees, giving herself a little more room to maneuver.
“You feel huge inside me, Chris. It’s unbelievable.”
He flexed his hips experimentally, groaning in ecstasy as they slid against each other, caressing each other from the inside, and he thought he’d die an orgasm-induced death. Nothing, and no one, had ever felt as good as Gwen did.
Recalling that her nipples were super sensitive, he lifted his head and tongued one of them and she gasped. He growled when he felt the corresponding pulse in her cunt, happy at feeling the evidence of her pleasure. He licked the other one and she moaned.
The trembles began in her again, followed by those rippling currents that told him she was close. He arched against her as gently as he could, worrying as his control began to shred. He couldn’t afford to lose control. She was too little.
Her bucking increased and he steadied her at her hips, watching her face in fascination as she sat up, lifted her arms over her head in counterbalance as her climax steamrolled both of them. She pounded down on him, taking as much as she was able to for that night. He met her stroke for stroke, his release ripping from him in hot, jetting streams as her pussy clenched and spasmed in powerful waves and she cried out.
He heard Julián as he stroked himself to a second orgasm while watching them, but it didn’t register as anything other than what should happen. He’d be excited a second time if he was watching them too.
Her body trembled as she finally stilled, sitting upright and astride him. His cock continued pulsing for several seconds as though it couldn’t give her enough, and couldn’t get enough of her heavenly tightness and warmth.
Her panting finally subsided as she held out her hands to steady herself and he drew her to him. Her postorgasmic blush had spread all the way to her breasts and made her feel like a searing hot branding iron against his torso. Greedy for her, he squeezed her so that he could feel as much of her against him as possible.
“Good?” he whispered, sliding his hand down the curve of her spine, reveling in her warmth still surrounding him with her snug embrace.
In a slurred voice, she replied, “Better. Perfect. Can’t move.” But she proved she could when she tilted her head and kissed his chest.
He lay th
ere with her, listening to the sounds of their breathing returning to normal. He let out a long sigh and then became aware of the fluttering sensation at his upper abdomen. Gwen’s heart. He could just barely feel it beating below his sternum. He stroked her hair but otherwise went as still as he could, focusing on that barely perceptible beat. Her hair was like silk slipping between his fingers and he lifted a lock to gaze at it, watching the way the golden blonde strands glistened in the low light. The burning in his chest was almost painful but he welcomed it.
I love her.
After a minute, he reluctantly lifted her from him to go lose the condom and chuckled when he found her sound asleep in the same exact position he’d left her in. He switched off the lamp, pulled the sheet and blankets up from the foot of the bed, and then cuddled up with her in the middle and Julián on her other side. She stirred long enough to kiss them both. Moments later, her breathing slowed and she drifted into sleep so sweet he was afraid to move anymore for fear of disturbing her.
Looking thoroughly sated and pleased, Julián reached over and turned off the lamp on his side of the bed, casting the room in moonlit shadows.
In a barely discernible voice, his friend asked, “Worth the risk?”
“Totally.”
It didn’t matter what he had to do or where he had to go. She was the one. Now they just had to convince her that this wasn’t a temporary thing.
* * * *
Julián’s internal alarm clock woke him at dawn. He opened his eyes, and as sleepiness dissipated, it dawned on him that the night before hadn’t been a dream. Two sensations coalesced in him, confirming that fact. His cock became ramrod stiff as the sweet heat from the bundle of woman pressed alongside him soaked into him from ankle to shoulder.
I want this every morning.
On Gwen’s other side, Chris snorted as he rolled and scooted close to her, burying his nose in her hair.
Julián smiled. I still want this every morning. Like him, Chris awoke at dawn, no matter what the day was or the time of year. Confirming that fact, Chris lifted his head and peered blearily across Gwen at him and then uncertainty filled his gaze. If he had his way, they’d both wake up smiling someday.
“You don’t have to leave, Chris,” he said softly as he rubbed his eyes. “You’re a part of this, remember?”
“’Kay.” Chris was about to lay his palm down on her rounded hip but at the last second he stopped and balled his hand up. He shifted his gaze from her bare, luscious torso to Julián and said, “I’ll let you wake her. I got a lot of her attention last night.”
Julián whispered, “If we share there will always be give-and-take like that.”
Chris nodded in understanding. “This feels right, then. You wake her. I’ll be in the shower.”
Feeling like a glutton with an opulent feast spread out just for him, Julián nodded as Chris eased away from her and climbed off the bed. His big cock was every bit as hard as Julián’s, but he didn’t touch it as he gathered up his clothing from the night before and went across the hall to the bathroom.
Julián gazed down at Gwen, smiling at her blissfully unaware expression. One hand was tucked under her chin and the other forearm was wrapped around her waist as she lay on her side against him. She must’ve been worn out by all their lovemaking the night before to have slept through their muted conversation.
His mouth watered as he contemplated his options, eyeing her succulent breasts that were pushed against him by her forearm underneath them, and the shadowy warm mound that she’d just rubbed against his leg as she slid a thigh across his.
Making his decision, he laid his hand on her hip bone and gently pushed her onto her back. She stretched a little, arching her back, but didn’t fully awaken. Even in sleep she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. The soft moan that escaped from her only served to confirm that.
Sliding his hand beneath her left thigh, he lifted so that her pussy was exposed to his view. The pearly light streaming in through the curtains in Chris’s bedroom gave him just enough light to see her by. The dark blonde curls gracing her pussy were slightly damp and his mouth watered again as he drew close and inhaled her woman’s scent. Wanting to devour her, he curbed the impulse to gorge, and instead licked her gently. He didn’t know if she was sore or not and wanted to find out before pushing any limits.
A soft gasp sounded as he licked again, sliding the tip of his tongue between her inner labia, tasting her sweet honey and enjoying the feel of her delicate, slick flesh against his tongue. Her cunt felt hot to his touch, and he gently parted her lips with his thumb and could see that she was a bit swollen from the previous evening’s play. As big as Chris was, he’d expected worse. She’d been confident about taking them both and he was glad that it had worked out because he wanted her like crazy. But it was a fact that if she’d awakened sore he wouldn’t have laid another hand on her.
Julián kept licking and her hand settled at the back of his head as though dispelling that very notion. She rubbed her cunt against his mouth and he tongued her again, feeling his need for her growing with each seductive sound she made.
“Julián,” she murmured sleepily. “I could become spoiled so easily.”
He was pleased that she knew it was him without even opening her eyes.
“I want to spoil you. Good morning, love.” He looked up at her, enjoying the view as she stretched and flexed her hips against him, wanting more of his attention. He was more than happy to deliver. Her clit grew rosier as he flicked it with his tongue. He suckled gently at the flesh around it, arousing her until a flush spread over her cheeks and down her throat and she rubbed at his shoulders and caressed the back of his head. Needy little moans came from her and he smiled in triumph as the tension within her grew and her sweet little pussy swelled and trembled on the verge of orgasm.
He laid her left leg over his shoulder, freeing his hand. He slid his fingertips over her cunt, drawing a gasp and then a sharp cry from her as he slid the tip of a finger gently into her opening and then latched onto her swollen clit with his mouth.
Her back bowed and her panting ceased then came in rapid spurts as she cried out in ecstasy. Her cunt spasmed around his fingertip and he carefully pumped in and out, drawing every contraction, every wave of climax, and every soft cry from her lips until she went limp beneath him.
Licking his lips, Julián lowered her leg and moved to kneel between her thighs as she caught her breath. Her cheeks and lips were rosy as she smiled at him. “Merry Christmas, love.” He sheathed his cock with a condom and she moved with him as he rubbed the head against her entrance. The barrier dulled the sensation slightly and he imagined what it would feel like to be skin on glorious skin with her someday. The thought made his dick twitch with impatience. Gwen rubbed against him and he could feel the echoes of orgasm in her cunt clenching him as she tried to take him inside her.
Need made him impatient but he wanted to take his time, remembering what it felt like to be with her, to be in her, to have her near him. In the end, memories might be all he had.
Gwen moaned entreatingly and slid her hands over his thighs. “Please.”
He knelt over her, gazing into her blue eyes as he slid his cock inside her soft, slick heat. He lowered his body so his torso rested lightly on hers, enjoying her body heat pressed against him, and her hot cunt gripping him so tightly. She wrapped her strong thighs around his hips and kissed his throat and his chest as she moved beneath him in a gentle wave, grinding her pussy against him. He thrust inside her, finding his place in their intimate dance.
She tilted her head back as her breathing changed to panting and she held tightly to him.
“Oh yes, don’t stop!” she cried as her movements increased and the shuddering in her body grew until she gasped and stiffened under him, her cunt rippling around his cock with waves of orgasm that nearly overpowered him.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Come for me. You feel so good, Gwen.”
Her movements slowed as he continued
his rhythmic thrusting, reveling in the myriad sensations of their union. The heat, the pulse of energy that grew between them as their bodies slid together. The tension increased to a massive knot inside him as he held off his release because he had to hear her come one more time.
Sliding his hand around her nape, beneath her hair, he pressed his lips against the juncture of her shoulder and neck and slid his teeth gently across her skin as he thrust a little harder. That seemed to be all she needed as she capitulated and cried out, her sweat-slicked body writhing along with his as he gave in to his own need.
He gripped her curvaceous hip, holding her in place as he thrust hard. The orgasm boiled inside him and the knot of tension gathered force until it exploded and his cum spurted from his cock in hot, satisfying waves. When he opened his eyes, he realized he held her tightly in a little ball beneath him, pinned so she could barely move.
He released her, hoping he hadn’t left marks with his hands. “You okay?”
She gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes and gave him a sexy, crooked grin. “What do you think?”
“I think I was a little rough.”
She breathed out a soft chuckle. “I’d let you know if you were hurting me. That was fantastic.” She stretched again as he pulled from her and allowed her to lie flat on the bed again. Suddenly she sat up and looked around, then frowned. “Where’s Chris? Did he leave?”
Julián stroked her abdomen as she reclined again. “No. He’s in the shower. He wanted us to have some time alone.”
“Oh. Okay. I didn’t want him to leave, or think that he needed to.”
“I think he worried that you might change your mind about the three of us being together in the cold light of day.”
“I got that impression too. Not from anything he said, just that he seemed like he’d understand if that happened.”
“I know.”
She lay beside him looking up at the ceiling, and a million thoughts were reflected in her averted gaze. Judging by the few times she opened her mouth as though to speak and then didn’t, Julián guessed that she had a lot to say but didn’t know how. Or didn’t want to say too much. She looked at him and he saw a flicker of what looked like pleading in her eyes. He wanted to fix whatever was troubling her but wasn’t ready to have a conversation in which she reminded him again that she was leaving in March. Maybe she felt the same way.
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