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“What pain?” I asked, lightheaded in the best way possible.
He lay down beside me again, proud of himself if the smile nearly splitting his face were anything to go by.
“What about you?” I asked and reached down, stroking his erection through his pants.
“The point of this was to relax you,” he said, but didn’t stop me or move my hand.
I gripped him as much as I could through the pants and he moaned, his head falling back. “Pants off,” I ordered and satup, wincing a bit, but luckily, he didn’t see as he was too busy obeying.
Once his pants and shirt were off, he approached the bed again. Branson was a big man, burly and wide just like the bear he shifted into. Oddly, he wasn’t hairy, but I wasn’t complaining. I crooked my finger and he climbed onto the bed on his knees, and when I shoved his chest, he fell back easily.
Bending over, I licked him from base to tip, a thrill going up my spine at the sound he made. Instead of teasing him, I took as much of him into my mouth as I could, focusing on not letting my teeth scrape him.
“You have to relax,” he said. “Relax your throat or you’re just going to gag.”
Trying again, following his instructions, I was able to take more of him in, to the back of my throat, no gagging. More confident, I moved faster, my tongue curling around him as I did my best to make him feel good.
My core began to ache and I sat up, my mouth popping as I moved off of him. Without an explanation, I straddled him and speared myself on his cock. “Yes!” I screamed as my head fell back, the feel of him so large and filling me fully such perfection.
Sitting up so he slid part way out of me, I slammed my hips back down, the satisfying slap of my skin on his as I took him completely causing us both to moan.
Gripping my hips, he guided me up and down, and I followed his directions, not as familiar with this position. Branson seemed to prefer hard short thrusts, and if I was honest, so did I.
My breathing turned into a pant and before I realized it, I was orgasming, screaming out his name. He moved under me, drawing out my orgasm as his hips altered the tilt of his erection inside me. “Fuck yes,” he breathed.
I realized I was completely drenched as my hips slipped around. “Oh, I’m sorry. I?—”
“Never apologize for coming on me. Please, drown me in your come.” He flipped us over, put a hand under my lower back, and tilted me up so he could pump into me. “Come again, Ember,” he ordered. “And scream my name just like you did the last time. I want to see that beautiful face as you orgasm and say my name.”
He bit my shoulder hard and I nearly orgasmed again just from that, crying out and moving my hips to match his.
“Yes,” he hissed and increased his speed.
The door opened, but I was already falling over the precipice. Staring into Branson’s eyes, I screamed his name and orgasmed, my come squirting between us and his continued thrusts making it splash a bit on my stomach and his.
He pulled out and came in his other hand, resting his head on my knee as he caught his breath.
“Well, welcome home to me,” Triston purred as he stood against the inside of the closed door. “Seems I missed out on some fun.”
Branson chuckled. “Just a bit.”
“We need a shower,” I said, my lower half covered in my own fluid.
“Mind if I join you?” Triston asked.
Branson shrugged. “Not at all.”
Triston picked me up in a bridal carry and took me into the bathroom, nipping my neck and making me gasp. “Oh, good. There’s still some room for play.”
“What?” I asked.
He set me on the counter, stripped his clothes off, which I took a moment to admire, my breath catching at the sight of the muscular and lithe body. His hand slid around the back of my neck and he pulled me forward to kiss me, his other hand kneading one of my breasts as his tongue danced with mine.
I would have thought I was spent after the orgasms with Branson, but my need ramped back up again.
Branson started the shower and climbed inside, cleaning himself while Triston kissed me stupid.
Triston pulled back and rubbed his cheek along mine. “Being away from you for so long was torturous. I’d love to tease you a bit, but I need to feel you.”
