“You’re so fucking sexy,” I growl as I watch her, loving the way she loses herself in the moment, focusing on sex with the same determined focus I’ve seen her have when she sketches.
Cash reaches his climax, grunting as he cums. In a fluid, practiced movement, we change positions without needing to discuss it. Ace bends Naomi over the back of the chair and fucks her hard from behind. It squeaks against the tiles with each thrust, skin slapping against skin. Cash and I stand and watch for a moment, enjoying the sight of Naomi being fucked hard and passionately. I can see her juices running down her thigh; she’s so turned on. Her toes curl with pleasure as Ace drives into her. She opens her eyes and looks at me, enjoying us watching her.
“Does it feel good, Ace fucking you hard?” I ask, my voice thick with arousal.
“Yes, god, yes,” she moans, her perky tits bouncing.
I move to sit in the chair under her while Ace still fucks her from behind. I stroke her pussy and lick her skin, kissing her while he fucks her. It drives her wild, knowing it’s Ace’s cock inside her but me she’s kissing, my fingers on her clit. She kisses me deeply, tongue delving into mine as he fucks her. With thepressure on her clit, my fingers working faster and faster, she soon reaches her orgasm. She’s still cumming as Ace climaxes and slides her slick pussy off his cock and straight down onto mine.
She’s so tight and wet that I almost explode the second I’m inside her. “Fuck, Naomi!” I grunt.
She sits in my lap, rolling her hips and slowly grinding on my cock. The others watch, for now, she’s all mine. I capture a nipple in my mouth, rolling my tongue over the pebble. She arches her back and moans, exposing her throat, which I kiss. I pick her up, legs wrapped around my waist, my cock still deep inside her, and carry her to the table. I lay her on her back and fuck her with her ankles over my shoulders.
“Yes, Gage!” she cries as I fuck her hard, unaccustomed to me being rougher.
Cash captures her hands, holding them tight above her head while Ace teases her nipples and clit. We’re so comfortable together that it doesn’t even matter when his fingers touch my cock as I thrust inside her. Our focus is on Naomi’s pleasure.
“I’m gonna cum!” she cries out, bucking and thrashing.
“Cum with me,” I groan, unable to hold back my climax any longer.
I feel her orgasm ripple through her, her pussy tightening around my cock like a vice and pulling my climax from me as we fall over the edge together. With one final thrust, I find my release, pulling out and cumming over her. The sight of her covered in my seed makes my cock twitch again with excitement, but I know she’s had enough for tonight. She needs rest.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” I say, scooping her up into my arms and carrying her upstairs to her bathroom.
I’m laying claim to Naomi tonight. The others will have to wait for their turn. Luckily, we’re good at sharing.
Naomi stands, shivering and vulnerable, while we wait for the tub to fill. The sex vixen from before is gone, replaced by an altogether shyer Naomi. It’s understandable, going from fucking like that to just being normal can feel a bit jarring. The last thing I want Naomi to think is that we’re only interested in her for sex. I ignored her protests that she could shower, insisting on drawing her a bath. I pour some bubbles into the warm water, filling the room with the smell of flowers.
“It’s ready,” I say, gesturing to the water.
She hesitates, dipping a toe in the water. “Are you…?”
“I thought I might join you, if you don’t mind?” I say, fully prepared to leave if she needs her space. “I can go if you want to be alone.”
She shakes her head. “Stay.”
I nod in agreement, helping her to climb into the tub. Her eyes close, and her shoulders relax as the warm water embraces her. Her nipples peek out above the water. She looks like a nymph in a painting. Her eyes pop open as she senses me watching her. “What are you waiting for? The water’s lovely and warm,” she says, sitting up and scooting over to make room for me.
“Budge the other way, I’ll sit behind you.” She does as I ask, and I climb in. The warm water soothes my aching muscles. “Lean back on my chest,” I tell her. The water laps gently asshe moves, laying her head back on my chest, and my legs wrap around her.
I watch her face as she closes her eyes, relaxing against me. I try to commit her features to memory, the soft curve of her nose, the cupid’s bow of her lip, the curl of her eyelashes. I want to hold onto this moment forever. “Beautiful,” I murmur.
“Mmm, this is nice, isn’t it?” she murmurs, misunderstanding me.
“Let me clean you up, Miss Naomi, you’re all dirty,” I purr, soaping up a washcloth.
She giggles, eyes flashing at me. “I wonder why.” When she sees the cloth and that I’m being serious, she adds, “You’re going to wash me like I’m a queen and you’re my servant?”
“Exactly,” I reply with a grin.
She giggles but allows me to. I gently rub the cloth over her skin, lathering bubbles and exploring every inch of her. “You missed a spot,” she purrs, pulling my hand down between her legs.
My cock immediately springs to attention; no doubt she can feel it poking into her back. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” I say, delving my hand down between her thighs to stroke her pussy. I can’t quite believe she wants more, that she isn’t sore or tired, but she bites her lip and closes her eyes, leaning against me, parting her legs wider and encouraging me to continue.
I’m slow and gentle. She needs it after tonight, and I want to give her whatever she needs. I kiss her neck and caress her skin, still in awe that this woman wants me too. As the water cools, I lift her out of the tub, wrap her in a towel, dry her off,and then myself before carrying her to the bed. “You know I can walk,” she chuckles.
“Well, then clearly we didn’t do a good enough job of fucking you senseless,” I reply with a grin.
