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But she doesn't let me. She pulls her mouth away and looks up at us as she strokes both of us at the same time. “Do you know what I thought about when I was gone?”
My voice comes out gruff–"What?"– as Adriano groans.
“I thought about this,” she says, her voice husky. Our cocks are so close to her face, and all I can think about is how lush her lips are, how perfect her tits are, and how much I want to come on them right now. “I thought about the night that you both came in my mouth.”
Fuck.
“Shit, Georgina,” Adriano groans.
“Y
ou’re about to make us do it again,” I warn.
“I hope so,” she whispers. I watch as she opens her mouth just like she did that first time in the kitchen, tilting up her head until we're nearly touching her tongue. The sight of her like this, open and wanting us, pushes me over the fucking edge.
I hear myself groan, followed by Adriano, and then we’re both coming into her open mouth while she looks up at us and swallows everything we give her.
Adriano
Georgina is on her knees, her hair falling back away from her face and down her shoulders, looking up at us after we just came in her mouth. I can’t get over the fact that this woman– this smart, successful, used-to-be-tightly-wound woman– is ours.
That she wants to be ours.
Nathaniel and I reach down and pull her to her feet, and I carry her to the bed where she kneels as I kiss my way down the front of her body. She leans into him as Nathaniel puts his lips on her neck, and when I cover her breast with my mouth, she tosses her head back and moans loudly. She’s practically panting as I bring her nipple to attention under my tongue, rolling over it again and again until it’s a hard little bead.
I just can’t get enough of her.
Nathaniel and I reach between her legs, both of us finding her pussy with our finger at the same time. Georgina lets out a small gasp as both our fingers enter her. She clings to my arms while Nathaniel and I finger-fuck her pussy at the same time, stroking her in opposite directions.
Her eyes don’t leave mine. Her gaze is locked on mine and she alternates between biting her lip and gasping as we slowly bring her higher and higher. She’s tight and wet and slicker than anything I’ve ever felt.
The fact that Nathaniel and I both have our fingers inside her, that we’re both bringing her this much pleasure, makes me crazy with lust.
Nathaniel growls, grinding his cock against her ass cheek. “Do you feel how hard this is making me, sweetheart? Knowing that both of us are fucking you with our fingers? Feeling your tight little pussy on our hands?”
She lets out a whimper, and her pussy swells around our fingers. “I want to come,” she whispers.
But I don't want her to come this quickly. “I don’t want you to come like this, sugar. I want you to come on my face."
Nathaniel groans. “And mine.”
“That’s not possible–” she objects, but I put my finger up to her lips.
“I want you to straddle my face,” I tell her, as I slide down on the bed, my face between her legs.
Nathaniel grabs a handful of her ass. "I want my tongue in here, too."
Georgina giggles. "Well, I can't sit on both of your faces."
Nathaniel gets a look. "Yeah, you can," he says, lying down on his back in the opposite direction, the top of his head near mine. "We'll just share you. We'll pass you back and forth."
Georgina looks back at him and then down at me. "Um…this is kind of awk-"
"Awesome?" I finish for her, grabbing her thighs and pulling her to my mouth. I don’t go easy on her. I don’t lick her softly and sensually. I fucking devour this woman, the way I’ve been fantasizing about for the past month. I'm starving and she's the only thing that can satisfy me.
She’s sweet and light and when she puts her hands on my chest and grinds her clit against my mouth, I think I’m going to explode again.
I grab her hips, fucking her with my tongue like it’s my cock until she’s gasping in short moans.
“Get her on my face,” Nathaniel demands. Groaning in frustration that I agreed to share her, I lift her off of me, light as a feather, and Nathaniel reaches up, pulling her to straddle his own face.
I stroke myself, listening to her moan but not quite able to see behind me what she’s doing. I picture her riding Nathaniel, her hips rocking against his face as she grinds her pussy on him. Her moans come faster now, breathy, and I know she’s close.
“She’s going to come on my tongue, Nathaniel." I’m demanding it, claiming her pussy as mine right now, and Nathaniel gives in.
When she straddles my face this time, she's not the least bit timid. She brings her pussy down hard, rocking on my mouth greedily and moaning as I slide my tongue into her wet slit.
The whole time, Nathaniel talks, his voice gruff. "Tell me what Adriano is doing to you right now."
She whimpers as she rides my face. “He’s… his tongue… oh my God…it’s – oh my God…”
“Is he fucking you with his tongue?” Nathaniel’s voice is gritty and tight.
“Yes,” she breathes. “And I’m… fucking…his… oh my God.” She cries out loudly, grinding her pussy against my mouth as she comes.
Her sweetness tastes amazing.
