He saw Sarah’s smile reach her eyes as he joined her in bringing Maria to a crescendo, but she didn’t give up her purchase or slow her pace. Her finger and tongue had become a driving force the bouncing Maria could hardly keep up with. Stroking Maria’s clit between two fingers, Adam kneaded Sarah’s butt cheek. His cock banged freely against her shoulder.
“Jesus, guys. Whatever you do don’t stop. I’m...” Maria’s eyes rolled until he could see their whites. She slapped his fingers away from her clit. Sarah covered Maria’s pussy with her mouth. He could see her throat muscles working, gulping repeatedly.
Maria slung an arm across her forehead. Her legs fell to the mattress. Her ragged breathing eventually steadied. “Sweet,” Maria whispered. “So sweet. Let me catch my breath.”
Sarah gave Maria’s pussy one last kiss before rising to kneel beside Adam. She turned his chin and slanted her lips across his. He tasted and smelled Maria’s familiar essence.
“I’ve got an idea of how to spend our time while we wait for Maria,” Sarah said, running her fingernails up the inside of his thigh.
“Tell me,” Adam replied. “No—better yet, show me.”
“Lie on your back. I want you vibrating in my mouth.”
“Ah. How do you plan to manage that?”
Sarah pulled a vibrator and some lube from under a pillow. On her knees beside him, she winked and made a show of spreading lube over the dark vibrator. “But that does mean this little gal has to slip in your ass. Are you up for that?”
Adam grabbed his weaving cock. “It appears so.”
“Excellent. Raise up your knees. I need to see what I’m doing.”
Sarah’s soft hands massaged his butt cheeks. She rimmed his anus with lube and then slid a finger in while simultaneously licking the tip of his cock. Adam sighed, very pleased he wasn’t blindfolded. He clutched her head between his hands. He watched his cock disappear slowly into her mouth and felt the vibrator replace her finger. His ass expanded, accepting the foreign object.
She took him all the way down her throat. He took in the vibrator as far as it would go. She raised her head. “How is that for you?”
“Perfect,” he said, licking his lips. “You’re perfect.”
“I’m going to turn the vibrator on.”
He nodded. “Do it.”
He felt the rapid tingling before he heard the hum. She smiled at him and worked the vibrator slowly back and forth. “Looks like that’s good for you.”
He nodded. “Don’t forget...” He peered at his cock.
“Him? No way would I forget him. I wanted to feel him vibrating in my mouth. Remember?”
Again, her mouth slithered down his cock. He felt it humming against the inside of her cheek. Slowly she worked her hand and mouth up and down his cock while rotating the vibrator in his ass.
Adam closed his eyes but immediately opened them. He had to return her passion, her love. He reached out and massaged her buttocks.
“Um,” she said around his cock, then twisted her body, giving him easier access.
He knew better than to disappoint. He easily worked two fingers inside her pussy. She began backing farther onto his fingers on her upstroke and pulled nearly out on her downstroke. Adam grinned. This was one inventive lady. She seldom missed an opportunity for improvisation. Maybe the three of them should teach a class on improv and sex.
Adam peered down as Sarah hollowed her cheeks, increasing her suction. She wasn’t going to back off. He didn’t want her to. His fingers in her pussy stilled as his climax began overtaking him. Was that where it began? In her pussy. Or was it his ass. Or her mouth. He couldn’t tell. It didn’t matter.
“Son of a bitch,” Adam yelped. His body jerked of its own accord. Vaguely, he heard Maria cheering beside them. Sarah’s movements blurred before his eyes. “You got me,” he bellowed. “Take as much as you want.”
His hips convulsed, driving his cock and pacing his spurts. Sarah never backed away. She sucked him until he was dry. She held him in her mouth until he went limp. He never knew when she removed the vibrator.
- o -
“Wow!” Maria said, stroking Sarah’s neck. “That was beyond huge. Let him be, Sarah. He’s done. Maybe for the night.”
Sarah raised her head, grinned and wiped her mouth against the back of her hand, pleased with her efforts. “He may be, at that,” she said, examining his flaccid cock. “I’m happy to be a woman.” She arched an eyebrow at Maria. “Faster recovery time.”
“Was that a request? You haven’t come have, you?”
“Not enough.”
“Is that possible?”
“Hope not. Did you have something in mind?”
“Uh, huh.” Sarah tingled at the sparkle in Maria’s eyes. “You gave me an idea for a variation on a theme.”
Within moments, Sarah lay on her back with a very familiar pussy hovering over her mouth. The variation was occurring at the other end and Maria was giving her a play by play account of her plan.
“I’m going to tuck this pink vibrator in your ass for safekeeping.”
Sarah arched her neck, prepared to accept the vibrator poised at her entrance. Maria pushed it in slowly and stopped, allowing her to adjust to the welcomed intrusion. Shortly Maria again tested Sarah’s opening and eased the vibrator in to its hilt. “How’s that?”
“Spectacular,” Sarah gasped. “Turn it on. Oh, yeah. And people think they need a drug to get a buzz?”
“You’re going to be ringing before I’m done with you.” Maria pressed her lips into Sarah’s wet slit. “You always smell so good. Now I’m going to turn this vibrator on and watch your pussy opening up for it.”
Sarah smiled as the head of the second humming vibrator furrowed her folds.
“Wow! Is she opening!” Maria laughed. “Not to disappoint. Here you go, pussy. Is this what you want?”
Sarah reveled in the tingling sensations as the vibrator eased farther in. She knew when it bumped into the vibrator in her ass. She squeezed her legs and then widened them. She gulped. There was no escape from the steady vibrations. Her entire loins quivered. She tried to lift her head to lick Maria.
“Don’t bother,” Maria chided. “Enjoy your trip.”
When Maria sipped her clit, she had a sudden rush stronger than most. She tried not to buck her hips, not wanting to dislodge anything or anyone. She lay still, letting the rush build. She threw her head about. Tears formed behind her closed eyelids. She wrapped her arms tightly around Maria’s ass and held on as if her life depended on it for security. The rush might have started in her loins, but it ended in her ears. They were indeed ringing.
Her hips began undulating. She began to break up. She crashed. “No more,” she moaned. “Please.”
Obligingly, Maria gently removed the vibrators before swinging back around to sip at Sarah’s flow. Maria’s mouth and tongue were gentle and soothing. Tears spilled down Sarah’s cheeks. She felt so loved, so cared for.
She turned her head to peek at Adam through her wet eyelashes. His face was filled with adoration, pain and unspoken love. She didn’t apologize for her tears. He took her into his arms and cradled her upper torso while Maria cradled her lower body.
She sobbed. Could life get any better?
Chapter Twelve
Drying nude on the chaise lounge after a swim, Maria studied her lover dozing on the lounge beside hers. Sarah was still recovering from their evening of lovemaking with Adam. Maria closed her eyes and let the memories wash over her.
She no longer questioned how Sarah had become so important to her so quickly. That had simply happened. She was like quality air. She was a fresh drink in an arid desert. She mattered a hell of a lot.
Maria smoothed the skin of her tight belly. Things were completely right with Sarah. But what was going on with Adam? She’d have to find out fairly soon. She hated not knowing where she stood with him. Was he jealous? He seemed satisfied enough with their current arrangement. Why shouldn’t he
be—he was fucking two women who demanded very little from him, other than his cock.
That was about to change. She stretched her arms above her head and lowered them, crossing them beneath her bosom. She wasn’t going to settle for fantastic sex. She wanted commitment beyond swearing off other partners. Marriage wasn’t what it was about, either. She wanted Adam to agree to father her child and to commit to being that child’s father for the long haul. She smiled to herself. The child would have two mothers, but it would only need one father.
What would Adam say about her desire? He’d freak. That’s what he’d do. Could she—could she and Sarah—keep him from running so far they wouldn’t be able to find him?
“Why so depressed, Maria?” Sarah asked in hushed tones. Yawing, she added, “After last night, I’d think you’d still be spinning.”
Maria turned to rest on an elbow. “I am. Last night was so wonderful I want more—more nights like that, and more for us and for Adam. I want us to own the fact that we’re becoming a family. I want us to be a real family.”
“I understand,” Sarah said softly. “A child.”
Maria nodded, trying not to cry. “Yes. Wouldn’t you like to mother a child? Alicia is not going to fill that need entirely.”
“I know. Alicia doesn’t want me to mother her.” Sarah grinned. “You’re right. You’ll be a fantastic mother. We’d be very nurturing mothers, I think. But what about Adam? I doubt he sees himself as father material.”
“He’d make a great father. He’d stand by the child come whatever. We might have to fight him for time with the kid.”
“You’re probably right about that—once the child is a reality. But I’m not convinced he’s going to easily accept the idea of having a child.”
“Convincing him may be dicey, but I have to try. I want this baby, Sarah, and I can’t wait very much longer. I don’t want to be rocking in my rocker at the old folks home before the kid graduates from college.”
Sarah’s laughter reverberated off the patio tiles. “You are a hoot, Maria. I can’t imagine you rocking in a rocker—unless you’re riding a cock, real or fake.”
Maria batted her eyelashes. “Tuck that thought away for the future. We should try that. So,” she hesitated. “I need to know where we stand, girl. If I push Adam too hard, too fast, he may flee like a madman. Are you staying with me, if he does?”
Leaning across the small space separating them, Sarah slanted an index finger across Maria’s lips. “Hush. You know I will. I thought that was clear when we left Chicago.”
“Some people change their minds.”
“I’m not some people, Maria. I love you with all my heart and soul. And yes, I’m prepared to love Adam in the same way. But you return my love. Adam doesn’t, or at least he hasn’t acknowledged he does. So if he’s adamant and boots us out, so be it. Maybe we can find you a surrogate.”
Maria fought a sudden lump in her throat and heaved a sigh of relief. “Thank you for having patience with me. I needed to hear that. I love you so much I almost can’t stand it.” She wrapped her arms around her mid-section. “Surrogate? I wonder what Adam would think of that. He wouldn’t have to be the actual father.”
“Oh, now you’re playing a nasty game, if you’re seriously thinking of tempting him with the notion of taking on a surrogate to get pregnant. He’ll be furious.” Sarah sat up and pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Dangling the idea of a surrogate before him would be like playing with fire, but it might just pry him loose. He is too complacent with our current relationship. Your willingness to take on a surrogate without changing our relationship with Adam ought to either get him to commit or really send him over the top.”
Maria could see her own fear reflected in Sarah’s eyes. Did she really have the guts to push Adam that hard? If not, when would she ever have a child?
“Do you want me with you when you talk with him?”
She shook her head. “No. I don’t want him to think we’re ganging up on him. He probably thinks that too much already. He’ll know we’ve talked. He’ll know what the stakes are. The question is how to approach him.”
“After making love?”
“Probably,” she responded quietly. “He won’t be as tense then.”
“I’d be happy to plead for a night off. I’m not sure I’ll be refueled by this evening anyway. But are you ready to take him on, or do you want to think longer on it?”
Maria pushed herself to a sitting position. “No, I’m ready. Putting it off is only going to make me more uptight, which won’t help at all when I do confront him.”
- o -
“Too bad Sarah can’t join us this evening,” Maria murmured. Curled on Adam’s lap on the living room couch, Maria nibbled his chin and snuggled closer. She kissed his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. His arousal curved under her buttocks, announcing its desire. Her heart fluttered, and it wasn’t only from anticipating the sex they’d have.
She’d planned the evening step by step, beginning with her wardrobe. She’d worn one of his favorite outfits—a buttoned white blouse knotted above the navel and a short black mini.
“It is.” Adam kissed her and inhaled deeply. “You always smell so intoxicating.” He hugged her tight. “Maybe we took Sarah too far last night?
“Hardly.” Maria chuckled. “She’s just tired. Do you still believe it’s possible to take your teenage vision of love too far?”
Adam kissed her eyelids. She lowered them, accepting his tenderness. Maybe everything would be okay. Maybe he was coming around to their idea of a committed relationship.
“I’ve wondered about that,” he said. “She does seem to be eager to try anything.” His tongue traced the length of her nose. “But she still wants to take control too much.”
“Isn’t that part of what makes it exciting?” She leaned back against his arms. “Enough about Sarah. I guess you’ll just have to make do with me. I hope that doesn’t disappoint you too much.” She gave him her best pout and was rewarded with an immediate grin.
“We’ll make do. Sort of like old times. Did you have something special in mind?”
Maria shook her head. Not until after lovemaking.
Adam reached for her shirt knot. “You look more ready than ever, Maria. I can see your nipples begging to be uncovered. They look even darker behind white fabric. We don’t want to disappoint them, do we?”
She shook her head and wet her lips. The knot easily gave way. He unfastened the first button and slipped a hand inside to fondle a breast. She tensed, then sighed.
“They are so eager.” He peered into her eyes. “So does that mean you’re wet below?”
She nodded.
“Thought so. But first things first, right?”
Again, she nodded.
He undid the last two buttons and freed her breasts. “Leave your blouse on,” he said. “Let me play with these as they are.”
“Be my guest.” Her husky voice surprised even her.
Adam needed no additional encouragement. His lips brushed against an aching nipple. She arched back, thrusting the breast closer. He complied with her request by taking it into his mouth. He teased it and then pulled nearly all of it into his mouth. She gasped. He wasn’t done. He came back for more. God, had he taken her entire breast? She clutched his neck and dragged her fingernails across his back.
“Good God, Adam, I’m coming. Don’t move, please.” She shuddered and fell against his chest. When she quieted, he slid off her breast and smiled. “You okay?” He tapped the nipple with his tongue.
“No more, please. It’s very tender now. I’m sorry.”
“That’s okay. How about the other one?”
“You can say hi to it, but don’t try to deep throat it. Once was spectacular. I’m not sure I can stand twice.”
“No problem. Let me be sure it doesn’t feel neglected.” He laved the underside of the other breast. He lifted her easily off him and set her back on the couch. He knelt on the floor before her
and spread her knees, opening her to him.
Was she his offering? Was he her supplicant? Maybe for the moment, but what about later? She tried not to think about that now.
His tongue found her belly button. He circled it repeatedly.
She glowed, filled with his adoration. Did he have any idea how loved he made her feel?
He didn’t bother removing her skirt. He merely flipped it up over her waist and draped her legs over his shoulders. His tongue fluttered along one inner thigh and then the other. She clasped her hands around the back of his head, guiding him to her most sensitive spots.
“You’re the eager one, tonight.” He flicked his tongue along the edges of her pussy. She flexed her buttocks. “Where’s your patience?”
She darted a finger in each of his ears.
“Goddamn woman,” he complained. He complied by placing his tongue at the bottom of her slit and used it to part her labia as he worked his way upward.
“Yes, Adam. Eat me. Do it. I’m so open for you.” He tapped her bud tenderly. She bucked and gasped. Two of his fingers plunged into her interior and he sipped her clit between his lips. He was driving her insane, and she loved it. “That’s it, Adam. I’m coming for you.”
He placed a hand under each of her butt cheeks, lifted her and tenderly drank from her. She quivered against his lips. When finished, he gingerly set her back down on the couch and looked up at her with a gleam in his eye. He licked his lips. “Succulent,” he said. “Like that first taste of buttered lobster you once mentioned.”
She grinned—it seemed so long ago that she’d described Sarah that way.
“You are both tasty morsels,” he added.
“I’m glad,” she said, holding her hands out to him. He pulled her to a sitting position and slanted his lips over hers. She tasted herself clinging to him. The kiss took whatever breath she still had. She lay back against the cushions and gave him a half-grin.
“You look so beautiful lying there open to me. Where do you want me? In your pussy or your ass?”
“You’re asking?”
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