She is writhing in need under us now, wanting us to leave love bites on her body. I am only too happy to oblige. As we come to the stiffened peaks of her breasts, my eyes meet Eli’s with a twisted smirk on my lips. His quick nod shows he needs to latch on, too.
Together, we wrap or mouths around a nipple each, sucking slowly at first, making sure she is enjoying it, wanting her to be lost in her own pleasure. When her back finally arches for more, we both bite down hard enough to give her a taste of pain as she is lost in her own carnality.
“Oh shit!” she calls out as she falls apart under our ministrations. Her entire body buzzes with the sheer force of her orgasm.
I wasn’t been prepared for that. “That was fucking hot, baby.” I praise her as I finally lay over her. Her legs spread seamlessly, an invitation to come home.
Sliding my hardness into her pliable body, I feel her hot pussy contracting from the violence of her orgasm. The ripples suck me in as if she were waiting for me to enter, to finally claim her.
“Fucking goddamn, woman, you’re like a vise.” Raising up on my elbows, I want to watch her eyes as we make love.
“Isn’t it sweet torture?” Eli chimes in, watching from his perch beside us.
“Fuck, yeah.” I groan slightly in pain from when she scored her nails along my sides.
“Greer…” I fucking love the whine in her voice.
I begin a slow rocking motion as her body conforms to mine, wanting to make it last. With her roaming hands and wiggling ass, it makes it hard to savor the energy we are producing. When she begins to tighten her walls on me, I snap, needing the release only she can give me.
The way we move is as if we are synced as one unit, with every downward thrust of my hips she lifts hers to meet mine. When I moan, she groans. It isn’t long before the tingling starts in my spine, pleasure runs so intensely through my veins that my vision blurs. As soon as her walls tighten on me to a painful degree, I let go. Flooding everything I have into the end of the condom and then some. I’ve never experienced anything so profound to my well-being before. I feel as though I am burning from the inside out.
Having this perfect specimen so close yet so far away is a dream I never thought I would have, that we would share. Eli and I come as one unit. To know she is accepting of that, genuinely so, is enough to convince me that she is perfect for us.
Eli
Watching her sleep is one of the most relaxing things I’ve ever done. I don’t even know why, and it’s sappy as shit. The way she breathes fascinates me. They are even, slow breaths. I can count each one leisurely as if they were my own.
She is turned onto her stomach while I lay there contemplating how we can make her ours. Tie her to us and us to her. I think of all the ways we are going to have to fight for what we want with how judgmental society can be. Will she be ready for it? Are we ready for it?
Sitting up, I slip the thin cotton sheet down her body, needing to see all of her again. A small tattoo adorns the back of one thigh just below her plump ass cheek. Wanting a closer look, I kneel over her inspecting the small black drawing.
At first, I wonder who she trusts enough to tattoo her there, but then I see what it is. A little blue bird flying through a cloud. There is no more detail than what allows you to know of its existence, and I wonder if this is how she imagines herself?
“I drew it when I was nine.” Her sleepy voice startles me.
Looking into her sleep-filled gaze, I lightly trace the small cloud. “What for?”
She doesn’t have to ask what I mean, she just knows, and I fucking love how intuitive she is.
“I got into a fight with my dad in the garden one day. After he had left me a crying mess, a flock of small blue birds flew overhead, but there was this one small one left behind. I felt like we were one in that moment. It’s silly and wishful, but I felt less alone than I ever had. Knowing even the smallest creatures fought to find their way was almost healing, I guess.”
She looks down, as if in shame, like she is the only one who doesn’t know her place in the world. My fingers stop their gentle exploration to hold her as I lay down. Pulling her back to my chest, I whisper in her ear, “You could find your place with us?”
I hold my breath as she looks up at me with hope shining so brightly in her eyes. It is nearly blinding. Her smile matches as she snuggles closer to me, reaching out to grab Greer’s hand as he remains unaware of the deep moment we’ve had.
Chapter 4
Jet
Waking up in their arms is terrifying and exhilarating all at once. I love the secure feeling I have from being in their arms all night. I adore the way they cherish me as they worship me. Greer is so reserved outside of the bedroom, but as soon as he has me naked, he is in control. Calm, cool, and collected. He knows what he’s doing and shows no fear in owning every ounce of my pleasure he can.