I rest my hands over my stomach and let myself imagine a life joining ours, rounding out the family we’ve built with care and resilience. Whatever comes next, we’ll meet it together, steady and open, ready for a new beginning
A new baby.
Already I know tonight’s different. My body feels primed. Low in my belly, I’m ripe and electric.
Liam’s mouth finds me first. Tongue sliding through the slippery heat between my thighs. His hands spread my legs wider, thumbs kneading gently into the creases where my hip meets pelvis.
Liam groans softly as he licks me. “You taste different.”
“Let’s make a baby, love.” Linus shifts beside me.
The bed creaks under his weight. I feel his knees slide up beside mine, the warmth of his chest against my back. One hand curls around my breast, thumb flicking my nipple. The other slides between us, fingers dipping where Liam’s mouth already works.
He finds my clit. Swirls his finger around it.
“Stay open.” He kisses along my neck.
Liam French kisses my pussy with his tongue, lips sealed around my clit like he’s drinking me. Linus pinches my nipple with one hand, fingers my clit with the other in tandem with Liam’s tongue.
My thighs shake. My back arches. I try to breathe but there’s no room left.
“Now,” Linus says.
I come with my head thrown back, mouth wide, the sound torn from somewhere deeper than I know. Liam holds my hips down. Linus grips my chest like he’s anchoring me to the bed. I chant their names in prayer, every nerve lit.
Liam kisses me. Linus joins. Their mouths are warm, and when they kiss each other across me, my entire body becomes pliant.
I reach for Liam’s cock. It’s thick in my palm, veins standing out on his shaft like it’s straining to be inside me. Linus watches, propped up on one elbow, eyes shadowed with hunger. His legs are parted, cock flush against his belly. He shifts in a fluid, deliberate motion and rolls between Liam’s thighs. Leans in, mouth open, and swallows Liam’s cock to the root.
Liam chokes on a breath, hips wrenching up. One hand flies to Linus’s hair, gripping, but not stopping him. Linus takes him deeper, I watch his lips sliding up and down Liam’s shaft, cheeks hollowing. Sinful. His tongue flicks under the head with practiced precision, and Liam’s body arches into it.
Then Liam slides down, flipping them easily, and suddenly his mouth is on Linus’s cock. Both of them, naked and sprawled, mouths full of each other.
They know this is my favorite act. My private heaven. Their mouths full of each other right in front of me.
My body prepares like it knows what’s coming. Arousal floods through me. My womb softens, opens. Purposefully.
Fertility. Fire.
I yearn to be filled by both of them in the wake of their devotion.
Liam pulls off first. “She’s already tremblin’.”
Linus smirks, lips still wet. “Tell us when you can’t take it anymore, Avonna. Until then, we’ll keep goin’.”
“Now. Please. I want you both.”
Liam leans back against the headboard, and I climb into his lap, straddling him in reverse. His cock is hard, hot, waiting. I lower onto him, gasping as he fills me perfectly, inch by inch, until I’m seated fully.
“Mmmmmmm.” His hands slide up to my waist. “God, you feel so good. You’re so fuckin’ wet, baby.”
I begin to move in leisurely, rolling circles. Every grind sending sparks through my spine. Liam’s hands run up my stomach, find my breasts and tease my nipples between his fingers. He’s not merely letting me ride him. He’s preparing me.
He shifts, arms sliding under my knees, lifting my legs and spreading them wide and high so my hips tilt back. I recline against his chest, thighs open. On full display for Linus. I can barely speak. The pleasure’s too sharp. Too deep.
“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he breathes against my ear. “Let him see how ready you are.”
Linus’s eyes lock on the way I’m spread around Liam’s cock. “Let me in, love. I want to feel both of us inside you. I need it.”
