They don’t hesitate. Their hips move in speedy haste. Heat builds more and more. Pleasure pulls low.
I’m stretched between them, my nerves awakened and firing like fireworks that should be flying across the sky, but they’re all somehow contained inside me.
It’s all too much yet not nearly enough, my core responding before I can think, clenching around them.
“Be ours, Em,” Stan murmurs against the side of my mouth.
Lix heaves. “Please?”
“Just say yes, gorgeous.”
I can’t find my voice as I listen to their pleading words.
I’m impossibly full of them. So thought slips away, leaving only truth behind.
Miraculously, I manage a small nod, undoubtedly honest without a moment to overthink.
Stan takes my answer as permission, driving the pace harder and rougher, while Lix turns relentless, his breath breaking against my skin as though he’s barely holding on.
I cling to the electrifying sensation, to how they move so wonderfully well together, pulling filthy sounds out of me I didn’t know I could make.
Moments pass. They must. Time is hard to tell when I’m lost inthe gratification they’re eagerly giving me.
So it’s no surprise that, at some point, my mind lets go entirely, clinging only to the pleasure that keeps coming, rolling through me in wave after wave that feels endless.
When they finally slow, I tune into my body, oversensitive and spent. Their movements ease but don’t stop right away, drawing it out until I’m riding out another orgasm I’ve lost count of.
They follow suit, filling me with their seed mixing inside me, churning it deeper with them poking at my sore cervix.
I don’t mind the pain as much, with the contentment overwhelming me in ways I can only welcome, while my walls hold onto them as though I’m milking them for more.
Their moans and groans echo across the room, the sounds so pleasant, along with the wet noises of their lengths still inside me.
Eventually, they stop completely. I become aware of a deep, persistent warmth dripping out of me, which doesn’t fade even as everything else begins to come down from the immense high.
Their warm spent runs down and sticks onto my inner thighs while Lix’s careful touch draws my focus back toward them.
He brushes my hair back with careful fingers, smoothing it away from my eyes. He reaches for my glasses and sets them aside neatly. The small gesture makes my chest ache with affection.
Stan snuggles close against me, his arm snaking around my waist. He hums contentedly, sounding rather relaxed.
“Ya know, babes, tomorrow’s supposed to be real nice weather for winter,” he murmurs, voice soft with sleep. “I know this perfect little spot. Great view of the city. We could do a picnic during the day. Just the three of us.”
My eyelids grow heavy, so I close them. I sink into the space between them, past exhaustion but deeply content.
Lix lays me down. I feel him move from the bed after, while Stanstill holds me close.
A door opens, a sink runs, and then footsteps sound closer to me until a damp towel wipes my body soothingly.
Then Lix joins us in bed, his lips finding mine.
Sleep is about to take me, when Stan’s voice lifts. “Hey, Em,” he whispers, mischief clear in his drowsy tone. “What do you think about us being in ya while we sleep?”
All reasoning has left my mind. Desire has taken over the moment I knocked on their door. So I answer with a giggle that escapes me before I can stop it. I can feel his grin against my shoulder as the darkness finally pulls me under.
“Me first, okay, gorgeous?” he asks, while Lix’s grumble becomes a low tone in my ear that brings me right into slumber.
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