“That’s what I like to see,” Marco hums. “Your pussy stretched to fit us both. Fuck, princess.”
Cora’s lips can seem to settle on one pose. They shift from smiling to being bitten to quivering. “It feels so good, Sir. I’m so full. Oh my god,” she slaps my chest with one hand, bracing herself with the other.
“Bite him, Cora. Dig your nails into his chest and bite him until he comes.” He slaps her on the ass hard as she screams around her first bite of my nipple. My hips buck as far as they can while my legs are still restrained. Marco’s cock thrusts against mine and I’m so fucking close. Each time he hits her, she scratches and sinks her teeth into me, causing me to creep closer and closer.
“Sir, I’m close.”
“Untie his hands, princess.”Oh thank god.She quickly unbuckles them but the cuffs stay on. “You may touch her.”
Faster than lightening I’m grabbing her breasts and pulling them into my mouth. “Yes, Jay. Oh that feels so good.Keepdoingthat, keepdoingthat, I’m gonna come. Sir, can I come, please?”
Marco thrusts harder and faster now, rocking the whole bed. “Come, princess. Come for us. Fucking… take it,” he grunts as she clenches around us and screams out, her pussy bursting and flooding us, as both of us release into her. My mouth is still attached to her nipple as I spill everything I have into her. Everything I hope for.
Releasing her breast, I pull her into a drugging kiss, holding her close. “I love you so much, Cora. You’re gonna be so beautiful when you’re pregnant.”
Marco lets out a deep sigh. “She’s definitely knocked up already.”
I can feel Cora’s lips pull into a smile. “I love you.”
Marco eases out and presses a hand to her pussy, then guides me out, making sure to keep every drop inside her. She rolls over next to me and winces, while I put my own hand at her entrance next to his. “Just a raw backside,” she says.
Marco let’s go for a moment to unhook my legs and I roll on my stomach to get better leverage to hold in our seed. He makes a quick trip to the bathroom and comes back with the usual suspects: water, aspirin, arnica oil, and a wet cloth.
He cleans us up but doesn’t wipe Cora clean like usual, then applies the oil to my chest and her backside without making her move too much.
When he’s satisfied with his care, he slides next to her, puts a hand on her face, and kisses her. Without breaking off, he reaches for me and pulls me in, too. Our mouths show the promise that words simply cannot convey.
“I have one more birthday present for you.” Cora taps my chest and gets up, wrapping a floral silk robe around her naked body. She goes into our closet and brings out a flat package, wrapped in pastel-pink wrapping paper. When she sits back down cross-legged, she hands it to me with a tentative smile.
“You guys already got me a trip to Korea,” I chuckle as Marco sits up, allowing me to sit up too. He rests his bristly chin on my shoulder as I open it.
As soon as I tear the paper, I freeze. It’s a framed watercolor painting of the three of us, holding each other with our eyes closed but smiles wide.
“You said you wanted one of all three of us,” she shrugs.
My heart leaps in my chest as I remember our Christmas morning not so long ago. She was tentative on where we stood in our relationship. Unsure of what to gift, unsure of how we would work. But now, it’s clear as day. It’s as bright as her smile. “This is perfect, Cora. I love you,” I say, leaning over to hug her.
“I love you, too. I may have also painted a sexy but tasteful nude portrait for you both.”
“This is the best birthday ever.”
A trip to explore my heritage and culture, our love captured in art, and the possibility of creating a family with two people who mean more to me than anything else in this world—it’s enough to bring me to tears. Whether Cora blesses us with a child or not, whether our family of three grows or not, we’re in this together, and our home is right here with each other.
Epilogue
Jay
Two Months Later
It’sourseconddayin Seoul, and after spending the first whole day catching up on sleep, we’re bright-eyed and bushy-tailed way too early in the day.
Cora yawns as she holds her cup of green tea. “What are we doing again? I forgot.”
Okay, maybe some of us are more bright-eyed and bushy-tailed than others.
We’re sitting at one of the numerous cafés near our hotel as the sun starts to rise. “We are going to the Flower Festival in Goyang, then lunch, followed by a Korean bathhouse, orjjimjilbang, for the rest of the day. They have these common rooms we can all hang out in after, and they even have karaoke rooms,” I beam, and Marco squeezes my knee under the table.
I know, babe. Me, too.
