“Yes, ma chérie,” Saxon says. “But be careful.”
“Tell me what to do,” she says. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
He moans in pleasure, and I wish I could see what she just did to him.
“You won’t hurt me, ma chérie. Not unless you bite. I’m more concerned for you. Be careful you don’t take too much of my length. I don’t want to choke you.”
My cock and balls throb at the idea of being inside my wife’s mouth. But I’m too big for that, and my cock can’t expand her mouth and throat like it does her cunt.
But for now, I’m content to penetrate her tight channel with my finger, taking her gently, letting her focus on pleasuring Saxon in a way she’s clearly never tried before.
Kneeling over my legs, she bends forward, giving me a better view. Her hands are on his hips, and Saxon’s hand is gripping his cock while his other’s on the back of her head.
He groans. “Just like that. Oh, ma chérie. Yes. Lick me, taste me. It feels so good. You don’t need to take me fully into your mouth.”
He’s looking down at her, and it’s clear she’s also looking up at him. I increase the force of my plunging finger inside her.
“Oh,” her hips push back, pulsing and absorbing my penetration.
Then it becomes clear from the look on Saxon’s face, that she’s taken his cock into her mouth, and based on the sounds, she’s sucking.
“Fuck, ma chérie.” His voice is tight. “Yes. Just like that. Careful not to choke.”
“Let’s change position,” I say, and I hear a slippery sound as Saxon’s cock slips out of her mouth.
“Sit on that rock.” I nod toward Saxon and point toward a boulder.
His shoulders hitch at my commanding tone, but he moves there and sits, his stiff cock jutting forward, clearly angry that it lost her attention.
“Go to him, my love.” My hands stroke Rosomon’s body as I guide her. “Bend forward, spread your legs open and take him again in your mouth.”
She does as I ask, resting her hands on his thighs, and I guide her position, gently stroking and holding back her hair as I watch her swallow far more of Saxon than I thought could be possible.
“Slowly,” I tell her as I glide my finger gently through her folds. “Move up and down. Use your hand too. Use your tongue to stroke him.”
He groans.
I move my lips close to her ear and whisper. “You can suck, but don’t do that constantly, or he’ll finish too quickly.”
She nods, glancing sideways to catch my gaze, and I watch with wonder as she works herself over his rod, slurping and moaning. One of Saxon’s hands moves into her hair, and he braces himself with the other as he leans back.
I turn and sit on the mossy ground, positioning my head between her spread legs as she bobs over Saxon. My shoulders rest against Saxon’s legs. I’m somewhat uncomfortable, but this will be worth it. I slide my fingers through my love’s folds, and then press my lips against her.
She moans. Saxon’s legs shift to better support my back. I’ll thank him later. Right now, I use both hands to put Rosomon’s sex into the best position for me to lick and suck and nibble. To consume every part of her.
My own seed is mixed with her flowing juices—probably some of Saxon’s too. I suck on her button and probe her entrance with my tongue, and the salty, sweet taste is secondary to how she quivers against my tongue, how her hips pulse, how she makes sounds of pleasure that mix with the slurping sounds as she swallows Saxon’s rod.
CHAPTER 50
Rosomon
The rising sun pinks the sky, and Saxon and I take a quick dip in the pool by the waterfall. Scooping up handfuls of water, Zogar bathes from its edge. Last night, the three of us made love so many times and in so many ways I lost count.
I’m burning and throbbing between my legs, but the cold water is soothing, and I wouldn’t change one moment of what happened between us, or how well I slept tangled up in their limbs. Saxon dives under the waterfall, then swims back, shaking his thick hair when he resurfaces. “I can’t wait to shave off this beard.”
I smile at him. “You are handsome, with or without it.”
Zogar helps me get out of the pool and gently kisses me. Saxon gets out too. We gather our clothes, and let our skin dry in the air, as the three of us walk together back to the valley where we left Surath and Xendus.
