“Oh,” she groaned with relief.
Fuck, that was what she needed. His tongue was amazing, no question, but it wasn’t enough to push her over the hurdle. Inseconds it seemed, her disappearing orgasm magically roared back to life.
Her back arched as she chased the intensity he incited. Derek’s hand pressed down on her stomach to hold her in place. He added a second finger. Sheila saw stars when his thick fingers stretched and filled her tender pussy.
A sound to her left caught her attention. Alexander fisted his cock as Derek finger fucked her with intense deliberation.
Sheila was beyond words, beyond anything but the sensation of her body stretched impossibly tight. An imminent explosion hurtled towards her. She watched, somewhat detached, as Derek’s head lowered to her belly. He placed a few gentle kisses there before he sent electricity through her body.
Gentle presses of his lips turned carnal. His mouth sucked hard on her clit while he amped up the speed of his fingers.
Sheila’s scream of passion echoed around the room when her orgasm detonated. Derek drew it out, sucking and fucking her as she trembled and moaned through waves of ecstasy.
Eventually, she fell limp, dangling on the edge of the bed, replete with satisfaction. Drenched in sweat and sated at last, sleep beckoned.
Low grunts and heavy breathing stirred her and signaled Alexander’s self-administered happy ending.
Derek pressed a final gentle kiss to her overworked pussy, and she hissed at the sensitivity in her nether regions. His chuckle forced her heavy eyelids open again. When he lowered her leg to the floor, he massaged her hip.
“Let’s clean up so you can rest,” he said in a low tone.
“No, that’s not fair,” she argued faintly. “You didn’t come.”
He snorted. “You drained me. I’ve come several times tonight, but now you’re tired and tender. Let me hold you while you recover some of your strength. But first, drink some more water, and let me take care of you.”
She raised her head as much as she could. Derek pressed a glass to her lips. Refreshing cold water filler her mouth when he titled it. She drank greedily and whimpered when he drew back. Her head fell back on the bed.
“Slowly,” he said. “Don’t want you to choke on it.”
He traded the glass for the damp cloth Alexander held. He must have brought both items, but she hadn’t heard him arrive. Maybe she was more tired than she thought. It had been a very energetic night, and she had every reason to be worn out.
She let out a slight moan as the cool washcloth abraded her delicate flesh. Derek soothed her and made quick work of the cleanup. The glass reappeared in front of her, and more of the refreshing, cold beverage washed over her tongue.
Would a cold mouth affect a blow job?
When she finished drinking, Derek helped her scoot up the bed. Before sleep claimed her, she marveled at being sandwiched between the men who brought her sexual fantasies to life.
Sheila slowly clawed her way back to wakefulness, fighting against a heavy sleep that clung, despite her bladder’s relentless demands. When she stretched her arms above her head, she hit something hard.
Her eyes popped open. The headboard on her bed was padded, not wooden. She froze to gather her bearings. The night’s many adventures flooded her memory when she glanced at her slumbering lovers.
Unsure of the time, or where she left her phone, she peered at the shadowy room. The lights remained unlit, but weak sunlight filtered into the bedroom along the borders of the heavy curtains.
A morning person by nature, her body didn’t care how late she stayed up or how much she exhausted her body the night before. Her brain was back online, and her bladder reminded her it was time to start the day.
Motivated by her growing need to use the restroom, she cautiously wiggled her way down the bed to avoid waking the two men asleep on either side of her. At last, she freed herself from the silky sheets that held her hostage, and she fled to the bathroom.
The glorious bathroom was as astonishing as she remembered. She gave the huge tub serious contemplation before she decided against a bath. For now. She reserved the right to reconsider later.
After taking care of her most pressing business, she stared in horror at her image in the mirror.
“Oh my God!”
Even by the soft glow of the night-light, she was grateful she woke up first. After a night of intense passion, she looked like electricity had literally poured through her body. The shower hadn’t helped since she was distracted by things other than taming her hair.
She frantically repaired her appearance. The men wouldn’t still be blinded by the alcohol that flowed freely last night. Sheila’s budding confidence couldn’t handle disappointment or horror on either of their faces.
She dampened and finger-combed her hair in a futile attempt to tame it. At last, she no longer looked like a Gorgon, so that was progress.
