Not this time.Okay.I can live with that.
I turn back to Elias and cup his face.I stoop and kiss him and again taste liquid desire and dark desperate need.
And then suddenly I’m on the bed.He’s tossed me to it and is over me.I gasp and look up at him as his weight settles.“Oh.”
“You want this?”
“Yes.”
“All of it?”
“Yes.”I run my hands over his broad warm shoulders.“All of it.”
He ducks to kiss my neck and it’s an urgent exploration with his mouth.
I arch into him and sense his erection beneath his sweats.A tremble goes through me.He’s big and solid and I suddenly need to start that climb to orgasm without further delay.
He slides down my body, his hands roaming into all of my dips and curves and then he’s between my legs, his big rough palms on my inner thighs spreading me open.
I catch my breath and I’m captivated by the hunger in his expression as he stares at my pussy.
“Do it,” Branson says from the doorway.
I look at him.He has his cock in his fist and is masturbating lazily.His lips are wet as though he’s just licked them.Is it me turning him on or seeing Elias, the object of his own lust, that has him hard and touching himself?
“You’re beautiful,” Branson says to me.“I want to see everything as he takes you with his mouth.”
I don’t reply because at that moment Elias strokes his tongue through my pussy lips to my clit.With a groan I draw up my knees and tilt my hips for more.He gives it, rotating his tongue around my clit in fast little circles.
“Oh, yes...”I fist the sheet and curl my toes.He’s good at that.Really fucking good.
Branson is breathing harder, I can hear him, and the gentle friction of flesh on flesh as he jerks himself off.
I’m sure my arousal is gushing from me.I’m so turned on.The pressure is building.
Elias finds my entrance and pushes in with two thick fingers.I groan and clamp around him.That’s where I need it.So good.
His nose is buried in my dark pubic hair and his eyes are closed.He’s working me with hard determination, mouth and fingers.
“Elias ...oh ...I’m going to...”I tense and look at Branson.
His eyes are hooded and the tendons in his arms are raised as he works himself.“That’s it, take it,” he says breathlessly.“Come.”
His words tip me over the edge and I harness the exquisite pleasure, let it hold me hostage for a few sweet seconds, and then I cry out in bliss as white-hot ecstasy circulates through my body.Elias stays with me, pushing me on, spiraling me into an intense climax that steals my breath.
“Fuck, yeah...”Branson’s fist slaps harder and he groans.
I buck and writhe, taking it all.I can’t remember when I’ve ever come so hard.
Eventually, Elias lifts up and slides over me again.His cheeks are flushed and his face wet with my girl cum.“That was fucking awesome,” he says.“You taste like all my favorite things in one.”
“What ...does she taste ...like?”Branson asks breathlessly.
“Try for yourself.”Elias grips his erection as though to prevent himself from driving into me.He shakes, clearly wrestling with self-control.
Branson walks stiffly to the bed, his chest rising and falling fast.He cups Elias under the chin and kisses him.It’s a deep thorough kiss with tongues.“Oh, my ...fuck, she tastes amazing...”Then he’s coming, semen oozing from his cock onto his hand as he finishes jerking off.
Did the taste of me on Elias tip him over the edge?Seems it did.My pussy convulses and my belly tenses with the erotic thought.
