If Cam were with us right now, I’d want to feel his cock thrusting against mine inside her, as we fucked London together. We’ve discussed it with London, who has been a bit hesitant but hasn’t ruled it out. I’ve taken Cam in the ass, and Cam has fucked London anally, but we haven’t crossed over into double penetration territory quite yet.
The thought of taking her simultaneously with Cam has my balls tightening and the telltale sign of orgasm barreling down my spine, as I throw my head back in release. Her ankles cut into my waist, her hands squeezing my ass as I’m seized with white-hot pleasure. I shoot so hard, white-stars flash in my vision.
Panting through harsh and labored breaths, my weight drops over her, depleted and sated, as I leisurely enjoy the sensation of being wrapped in her embrace.
Yet I also miss being held in the much stronger, bulkier arms of Cam.
London’s fingers slide through the damp ends of hair at my neckline, caressing me gently as I slowly recover from the aftershocks.
“You were thinking about him, weren’t you?”
I rear back, my eyes connecting with hers beneath me. Cocking my head in question, I ask, “What makes you say that?”
She chuckles softly, running her hand along my neck until she’s cupping my face. I slip out of her and roll to my side, allowing her room to breathe.
She arches a brow. “Because you said Cam’s name when you came inside me.”
Oh fuck.I wince.
London notices my expression and she shakes her head.
“It’s okay, baby. He’s here with us even when he isn’t. He’s always here.” She points between our bodies with her index finger, illustrating the noticeable void.
I softly trace a figure eight around her belly, smiling with the thought of one day seeing it grow fat and round with a child of our own.
In the meantime, we’ll proceed with our wedding plans and start our married life together. All the while hoping Cam decides to return to us where he belongs someday soon.
