I growl at the imagery and reach up a finger to rub her clit, careful not to mar her perfection.
She’s mumbling half-sentences and unintelligible words, apleaseandoh fuckslipping in every few seconds. I can feel her sweet walls starting to flutter, seconds away from an orgasm so powerful none of us will ever fully recover.
Cas urges, almost pleading, “Come on, Little Dove, give it to us. Give us that sweet release we crave.”
Her whole body freezes, eyes pinched closed and mouth wide open. At the first hard spasm of her cunt, she releases a scream so sharp and loud it leaves my ears ringing. I feel her body squeezing around us again and again, Caspian being pulled right over the edge of madness with her. His shout fills the room, and the unmistakable gush of both of their ends floods my tongue.
As she comes down from her high, her screams turn into whimpers of overstimulation. I ease myself from her body, licking the remnants of them from my chin. She’s utterly boneless, sagging against Caspian’s hard chest and gulping down huge breaths.
I gently ease some of her hair from her sweat-slicked brow, marveling at the beauty of this woman before me. Caspian licks and kisses every inch of exposed skin he can find on her, whispering how well she did between each languid press of his mouth.
But I’m left speechless. Nothing I say can express how incredible she is, how life-changing she is. So, instead, when Caspian pulls himself from her body, I take her into my arms and carry her to the bathroom to help her get cleaned up. I place her gently on the counter, uncaring about the spend that’s about to get all over it.
Her barely open eyes never leave mine, the dopey grin on her sweet face causing me to wear one that no doubt looks equally slap-happy. She winces when I run a washcloth between her legs, and I worry I pushed her too far.
“Sorry,” I mutter.
“Why? That was…” she pauses, “I mean it wasa lot,but it was amazing.”
“I went too hard on you,” I tell her, “I-”
“No,” she laughs, “you didn’t. Promise. I loved it.”
I nod and pull a water bottle through theAetherto hand it to her. Slowly, she takes a few swigs before closing it and leaning into me, wrapping her arms around my middle to keep herself semi-upright.
She’s seconds away from sleep, so I tilt her face up, wanting just another glimpse at her perfection in her post-orgasmic haze before she sleeps.
Time running out, I return her to Caspian, already prepared with a blanket to wrap around her. Her eyes flutter from the motion of being moved so much, still unfocused, and she utters the phrase that never fails to make my entire world stop spinning at the absolute madness it instills in me.
“I love you two. So much.”
Caspian whispers the sentiment back, telling his dove how full his heart is because of her.
And with a courage I never thought I’d have, I confess once again, “I love you, my Songbird.”
Tequila and Lime
Eamon
This is the worst fucking idea I’ve ever had.
She’s miserable.
I’m miserable.
It’s only going to get worse.
We’ve been traveling for two whole days, and every second, she’s more ready to murder me than the last. I almost put a gun in her hand just to shoot me so I don’t have to fucking hear her complain for a few seconds.
From the minute I told her we were leaving, she’s been a pain in my ass.
“I’m not fucking going,” she had tried to tell me in her living room.
“Yes, you fuckin are. You have not even tried to keep yourself out of harms way. In fact, you ran headfirst into it. Several times. I warned you there would be consequences.”
She had stopped her little foot and stammered out, “No, that’s not-”
Not willing to hear her complain, I stuck my hand out in a mock handshake and told her, “Hi, apparently we haven’t met. I’m consequences.”
