I lower myself down, guiding myself to her entrance, and when I push in, fuck—she clenches around me, tight and welcoming, like she’s been waiting for this exact moment.
Her breath catches.Mine disappears entirely.
She wraps her legs around my hips, pulling me deeper, and the sound she makes—soft, broken—goes straight through me.
I move slowly, feeling every inch of her, the heat, the way she squeezes like she doesn’t want to let go.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper to her, forehead pressed to hers.“You feel so good.So perfect.”
Behind me, Monty’s hands slide over my hips.
“You ready?”he asks quietly.
I swallow hard.
“I’m ready,” I say.Then, “I want you so fucking bad.”
He presses the head of his cock against me, and when he starts to push in—slow, patient, claiming—I gasp, my whole body lighting up like I’ve been waiting years for this.The stretch burns just enough to make my spine arch, to remind me exactly how big he is.Thick.Unforgiving.Monty.
He pauses when the head slips past the tight ring of muscle, just long enough for me to adjust, to breathe.
Then—with one slow exhale, he pushes deeper.
Fuck.
I groan—loud and broken—as he fills me inch by inch, every second a drag of pressure and want and memory.My arms tremble where I brace them on either side of Vesper, and she moans beneath me like she feels it too.
He bottoms out with a low sound in his throat, hips flush against my ass, his fingers sinking into my waist.
“You’ve got me,” he says, voice rough.“I’m here.”
I nod, eyes fluttering shut as he pushes deeper, every inch of him pressing me into the center of us—inside her, wrapped in him, like this is where I’ve always been meant to stay.
I reach back, gripping his wrist.
“This time,” I say, voice shaking but steady, “don’t regret us, don’t break what can be the perfect love.”
He leans down, mouth at my ear.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he says.“Not tonight—hopefully never.”
And then he moves.
Slow.Deep.Perfect.
Fucking us both.
And I let myself believe him.
Monty moves inside me—slow at first, dragging every inch across that spot that makes me tremble.I rock into Vesper as he rocks into me, and it’s like I’m suspended in heat, in rhythm, in them.
Inside her.
Filled by him.
Our bodies, our breath, our hearts—syncing.
I bury my face in the crook of her neck, feel her fingers comb through my hair.She’s open under me, wet and hot and clenching around me like she needs to come but is waiting for permission.Like she wants this to last as long as it can.
