"Suck it."
I crouch in front of her and lick every inch of her pussy. Her clitoris is a little swollen and she moans. I know she's looking at Sarki and Elisa.
I have no sense of time when I hear her calling my name. At least, I think it's her, and when I look, it's Sarki. Lying on the bed, with Elisa riding her, she calls my name. Vanessa holds my face and says I should go.
"Eat her out, Megs. Elisa wants to be filled up," Sarki grunted, her voice strained with her own exertion.
Elisa looked back at me over her shoulder, her eyes blown wide, and we collided in a kiss. It was breathless and frantic, our tongues sliding against each other as if trying to escape and merge all at once. She was so incredibly slick that I used her own heat to lubricate my fingers before sliding back inside her.
As I gripped her firmly by the waist, my other hand traveled up, catching her nipple and squeezing it without a hint of mercy. She let out a sharp, jagged scream that echoed through the suite.
"Get used to it," I growled against her ear, "because I’m not slowing down."
She let out a broken moan of agreement, her body arching as she continued to grind her hips against Sarki’s hand. Sarki didn't look away for a second, watching her wife with a predatoryintensity, her own moans hitching with every frantic movement Elisa made.
Vanessa is now sitting next to us, masturbating while watching us, and Sarki asks her to sit on her face. I insert a second finger into Elisa's ass and the movement slows down. Vanessa pulls her in for a kiss, which makes me even more excited. They moan and kiss, it's a delicious synchrony. I insert a third finger and a discreet scream escapes Elisa's mouth.
"Megan, fuck me hard. I want the same force," she orders and goes back to kissing Vanessa, who moans louder. I increase the intensity of my movements. I know she needs more lubrication, so I spit on my free hand and let the saliva drip down her entrance. The movements are strong, more than I usually do.
Vanessa now licks Elisa's breasts, who moans loudly. I feel her body tremble against my fingers, small contractions take over where my fingers are, and I feel as if I'm falling apart. She goes limp. I withdraw, finger by finger, and hug her again to help her get off Sarki. She lies down beside us, and I can see that Vanessa hasn't gotten where she wanted to go yet.
I go to the bathroom, wash my hand, and come back quickly. Vanessa and Sarki are kissing sideways, Elisa takes a deep breath with her eyes closed, enjoying her own climax. I kiss Vanessa's ass as I slide my lips down her back, she runs her hand over the back of my neck and speaks hoarsely.
"I thought I wouldn't get anything." She whispers a moan when I take one of her breasts in my mouth and run my tongue around her areola. "And I can't leave Sarki without a Christmas present."
Sarki laughs and says she really can't. They kiss, and I am directed to Vanessa's back, who is now positioning herself between Sarki's legs. Without warning, she penetrates her.
The moan is almost guttural, and I, who was just adjusting my posture, take a deep breath, hold her by the hair so she stays upright, and penetrate her. With two fingers, at the same intensity as she fucks Sarki. I start to use force so that the movements are slow and deep.
Her moans are rhythmic. My body is racing. I want her to come, I want to come with my hands inside her. I slap her buttock hard with the hand that was holding her hair and, before her body relaxes, I pull again, closer to her scalp.
The movements continue until Sarki comes, then Vanessa, and I follow them. I relax my body between Elisa and Vanessa. Elisa watches us with a sparkle in her eyes and kisses my lips tenderly. I smile at her, tuck a strand of hair that was falling on her face behind her ear, and whisper.
"Merry Christmas." She laughs softly and repeats the phrase. Then she pulls the blanket over us. I'm still hot, but Elisa is nestled against my body and my free hand caresses Vanessa's ass next to me.
"Vanessa..." Lisa calls her attention and Vanessa lifts her face. "Are you going to say that you didn't want to marry both of them too?"
"I'm not someone who thinks about marriage, but yes, I would marry all three of you for sex like this."
"Selfish." Sarki comments, we laugh together, and after a short silence, I feel Vanessa's heavy breathing on my shoulder.
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As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, I eased myself out of bed with practiced care. My head was throbbing—a relentless rhythmic pulse, the combined toll of the champagne and the hours of exertion. I glanced back at the tangled heap of sheets, watching the three of them, still naked and deep in sleep, huddling for warmth.
I stepped into a steaming hot shower, letting the water scald my muscles into some semblance of relaxation. I leaned my forehead against the cool tile, eyes closed, allowing the spray to drum against my back. The muffled click of the bathroom door reached my ears, but I didn't bother to look, not until the shower door slid open and a warm hand settled firmly around my waist.
It was Vanessa, her expression soft and heavy with sleep. I looked over my shoulder, my fingers tracing the back of her hand. I’ve never been much of a morning person, but I reminded myself it was still Christmas. I turned in her arms to face her, and she whispered a low "good morning" before pulling me into a slow, lingering kiss. I felt her hands slide down the small of my back, and the message was clear. I pressed her back against the wet tiles, and she instinctively hooked a leg around my hip.
"You’re awake already?" I murmured against her skin, trailing my mouth down the curve of her neck before giving her a sharp, playful bite.
"I had a good inspiration." I chuckle softly and caress her body as we kiss. I bite her lower lip and she sucks my tongue while scratching my butt.
"Ask for it, Nessa." I say with my hands resting on her hips.
"Fuck me, Megs." She says with uneven breathing. "Fuck me." I penetrate her with two fingers after fingering her clitoris and feeling her wetness. I press our bodies closer together, wanting to feel her whole body against me. Her eyes are striking and don't stray from mine. Our mouths don't come apart and she grinds without losing the rhythm of her movements.
As soon as she comes in that position, I turn her on her back so that her breasts touch the cold wet wall, pulling her gently by the space between her torso and thigh.
