by Tl Reeve
Her head fell back onto the pillows stacked behind her. Conner knelt beside her, his hand cupping his straining erection through his boxer-briefs. She licked her lips and reached for him while Lincoln kissed a trail down her belly. He nibbled on her hips, before dipping his tongue into her belly button. She arched to him, following him.
“We don’t need these.” He drew her panties down, revealing her slick sex to his perusal. “All this for us, dove?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Outstanding. Why don’t you show Conner how much you want us, while I settle in here and take my fill of your sweet pussy?” He ran his tongue along her slit, and she swore she died and went to heaven.
She took her husband into her hands and stroked him once before guiding him to her mouth. His curse spurred her on as he scraped his fingernails along her scalp. Her eyes rolled back as she took his length as far as she could before swallowing around him. At the same moment, Lincoln drew her clit into his mouth and sucked. Everything inside of her detonated. Her world became a kaleidoscope of colors.
“Beautiful,” her husband groaned.
Lincoln pushed her legs open and turned ravenous. He licked and sipped and nipped at her sensitive flesh, pushing her toward her second climax. She glanced down at him and noticed he rocked his hips into the bed. The erotic vision pushed her over the edge once again. It was all too much, but not enough at the same time. She couldn’t describe the conflicting emotions clashing within her. She’d never experienced anything like this. It drove her to the brink of madness before bringing her back to a level of sanity.
She pulled off her husband’s cock, leaving a thin translucent web of saliva in her wake. “Please.”
“Please what, darling?” Conner held her still while fucking her mouth. The pleasure he got from using her turned her on even more.
She moaned and cut her gaze back to Lincoln, silently begging her husband to let him fuck her.
“Ah, I see. Lincoln, my beautiful wife would like to fulfill your promise from earlier.” The wicked gleam in her husband’s eyes only added to the anticipation filling her.
“Are you ready, dove?”
She retreated, then licked her lips. “Yes, please.”
When he stepped away from her, the warmth of his body left her as well. Yet, as quick as he left, he returned. He settled between her thighs, and the erection she’d had her hand wrapped around rubbed her. “I can’t get you pregnant, nor can I give you any kind of disease.”
“Do it,” Conner grunted. “We trust you.”
Yes, she did. Even though they’d only know each other for a few hours, she knew she could trust him—with everything. She inclined her chin.
Lincoln threaded his fingers with hers as he shifted forward and filled her. Thicker than her husband, he stretched her in the most delicious ways. Inch by agonizing inch, he pushed forward until he was fully seated within her. When he stilled, her breath came in pants, and she switched to stroking Conner’s dick while Lincoln repeated her name in reverence.
The slow drag of his retreat had electricity snapping along her insides as pleasure coiled low in her belly. Her pussy fluttered. If he meant to kill her, he did a good job of it. His pace was slow, drawing out their coupling, and she found she followed his rhythm while pumping her husband’s dick.
“No more, darling. Watching the both of you has me too close to the edge as it is. I want inside your pussy when I finish.” Conner slid down the bed and kissed her. “How does it feel?”
“So good,” she sobbed. “He’s…oh, God.”
“You weren’t kidding when you said she was tight,” Lincoln hissed. “She fisting me. I’m afraid if I go too fast, I’ll lose it before I’m ready.”
Conner laughed. “I fight that urge every time I get deep inside her. Don’t I, darling?”
“You’re both going to be the death of me.” Grinding his hips against hers he changed the angle he filled her, and she arched to him.
“I think you found her sweet spot. Keep stroking right there, and she’ll cream.” The dirty way her husband told Lincoln how to get her off added another layer to their play. If she thought it’d only be sex and nothing more, she’d been sorely mistaken.
“That’s nice.” He closed his eyes and moaned. “Holy fuck, that’s nice. I swear, with each thrust she’s getting wetter.”
“Uh-huh.” Conner reached out and pinched her nipple.
Flora cried out. Her back bowed. Both men pushed her closer to her release as they teased and played with her body. “Don’t stop. Please don’t.” She was near tears, the bliss almost too much for her to take.
“Wouldn’t even think about it, dove. Hang onto me.” He placed her hands on his shoulders as he shifted his position again. He lifted her onto his lap, and she swore his tip touched her cervix.
Her eyes fluttered shut as he rode her hard and fast. The sound emanating from him added to the pleasure coursing through her. She was so close to her release. The coil in her belly tightened as her pussy rippled around him. He stilled. Then grunted. Lincoln hit his stride once more, and just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore Conner began playing with her clit.
She came apart in their arms. The force of her orgasm left her breathless. She bucked against him as wave after wave crashed over her. Moments later Lincoln shouted, and the warmth of his seed filled her, setting off mini-orgasmic waves. She lay there panting, limp as a wet noodle. He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her breasts as he, too, caught his breath. The action was so loving, so…intimate. She stroked his hair, soothing him for long moments until he pulled free of her with a groan and rolled to the side.
“Are you ready, darling?”
She smiled. “Always for you.”
The way Conner made love to her made her feel cherished and valued. Everything she expected of her husband. He kept his pace unhurried. He built them up to the edge several times, taking them to the brink of madness, before easing them back down like only he could. Beside her, Lincoln placed kisses along her neck then lavished her breasts with attention. The overwhelming satisfaction she experienced with both men made it nearly impossible for her to return home without this. Without Lincoln. The thought of inviting him to their home, when she didn’t even know where he lived or if he was wanting a permanent thing, didn’t deter her.
She glanced up at her husband. The love and adoration in his gaze undid her, and surrendered to everything she’d been feeling. The love, the nervous excitement, and trepidation. She gave over to the idea of expanding their family by one. For the second time in her life, everything felt right. Above her Conner stilled; a low groan of gratification filled his chest, and a serene smile tugged at his lips.
“Happy anniversary, darling.” Conner kissed her neck.
“Yes, happy anniversary, dove.” Lincoln pressed his lips to her temple. “Was this everything you expected it to be?”
“You mean finding the men of my dreams on an off-planet cruise?” She curled into Lincoln’s embrace. “Yes. It was, and more so.” Though their marriage didn’t follow traditional lines, the minute they’d met Lincoln all those years ago, she’d found a piece of her. Reliving it for a weekend—well, it solidified how much she loved them and was committed to both.
“Oh?” He wrapped her hair around his finger.
“Yes. This little trip reminded me how much I love both of you. I don’t think I could breathe without the you two.” She pressed her lips to his chest.
Conner pressed his lips to the back of her shoulder. “We love you, too.”
“Very much,” Lincoln added.
“However, I bet Violet wouldn’t appreciate knowing her daddy didn’t think he could get Mommy pregnant.” She laughed, and playfully swatted at Lincoln.
“A slight fib.” Lincoln shrugged. “You’re fertile now, dove. I can scent it.”
“As if I didn’t know.” She rolled her eyes.
Conner groan
ed. “You’re both going to be the death of me. The idea of you being pregnant again turns me on.”
“I’m not complaining,” she teased. “We still have the rest of the night to enjoy the Lover’s Suite.”
“Then, what are we waiting for?” Conner rolled her to her back. “Let’s not waste a moment.”
* * *
The sunset on the horizon cast the sky in shades of pinks and orange while the twilight overtook the light of day. Conner, Flora, and Lincoln stood on the deck of the boat as they grew closer to the dock and the waiting shuttle that would take them home. Lincoln was convinced she conceived the night before, and she tended to agree with him, since she’d known she’d been pregnant before she had taken a test the last time.
Whether or not she was, it didn’t matter to her. The memories they’d created on this trip would last a lifetime. As the marina came into view, they followed the crowd of people toward the exit. Most were quiet, while others carried on conversations of get-togethers and meetings they needed to attend to. She couldn’t wait to see their daughter.
Lincoln’s brethren, Samuel, a man he’d liberated from the lab, had become like family to them, and he agreed to play uncle for the weekend. Violet absolutely loved him—thought he hung the moon and stars just for her, and he doted on her as well.
“Ah, Mrs. Mann, did you enjoy your trip.” Their host, Vincent, appeared at her side. Two of his bodyguards stood inches from him, watching everyone. His dimpled smile was warm and inviting as he shook their hands in greeting.
“We did, thank you, Vincent. It was everything you promised and more,” she answered.
“I believe what our wife is saying is that she wants the name of the man who made the tub in our room,” Conner teased. “I believe she fell asleep in there a few times.”
Vincent’s lips twitched. “Perhaps it was because you wore her out.”
“As often as possible.” Lincoln kissed the crown of her head. “The pool was the best part.”
“I agree,” Flora added.
“Well, we aim to please. Will we be seeing you again?” Vincent inquired.
“Depends,” Lincoln replied.
“We’re adding to our family.” Heat filled her cheeks as she spoke.
“Congratulations,” he stated. “Then I hope you’ll return when time permits. It seems you might have your hands full for a while.” With a wink, he took his leave.
“He is an interesting man,” she muttered. “Did you see the way those men watched everyone?”
“Well, he is the owner,” Conner stated as they disembarked.
“I wonder if they were his…you know, lovers.” She pitched her voice low so not to be audible to eavesdroppers.
“I guess we’ll never know.” Their bags appeared next to Lincoln moments later, and he grabbed them. “Let’s go home before your questions get us into trouble,” he teased.
Flora smiled as she linked arms with Conner. “Yes, let’s go home.”
THE END
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