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“Did I fall asleep here?”
I woke to hear Anelya in the kitchen with Greg. I could smell our good hazelnut coffee. He was trying to impress her.
Her laughter made me smile. I hurried upstairs to take a quick shower and brush my teeth before joining them.
“I like the beard scruff you both have going on,” she said when I joined them. I was still buttoning my shirt.
I leaned in for a kiss, and her hand lingered on my chest. I pulled her close for a longer kiss and she wrapped our arms around my neck. I lifted her up so she was sitting on the edge of the island.
Her legs wrapped around me as our tongues slid against each other. The rich coffee taste covered her silky tongue. My hand held the ponytail in the back of her head, holding her head close.
“That’s so hot.” Greg turned off whatever he was about to make on the stove and came around to the other side of the island. He took the ponytail from my hand and gently pulled her back, off my mouth. When she was resting against the counter, he leaned over her and kissed her passionately.
Our hands roamed over her and she had a hand on each of us.
She made a soft moaning sound into Greg’s mouth as his hands coasted over her breasts.
He moved to pull up her shirt, and I helped. Soon we were looking at her pretty lavender bra.
She reached up to pull me down for another kiss, as Greg unclipped the front clasp of her bra.
My mouth sunk into hers, but one of my hands teased her bare nipple. Greg moved beside me so her could suckle on her other pretty breast.
She arched her back, offering more of herself to him while my mouth slanted more deeply over hers.
I moved to cover a breast with my mouth, and she sighed as we each pleasured her with our mouths.
Greg rose and pulled off her shorts and underwear.
I’d never forget the beautiful sight of her laid out on our kitchen island. And I was ready to devour her. I kissed my way down her torso as Greg kissed his way up from an ankle.
She sucked in a breath as we each reached the hot, wet place between her legs. My mouth teased her mound while my finger swirled around her clit. Greg slipped two fingers inside her.
She reached up and pulled him down to kiss her, lost in pleasure as we brought her higher and higher.
The sweet taste of her imprinted on my mind as I held her legs open and stoked her pleasure even higher. She was whimpering into Greg’s mouth now, and his fingers were moving faster.
I carefully slid two of my fingers in beside his and she cried out as her orgasm rolled over her. For long moments she shuddered as we slowly brought her back down to earth.
I knew I would need at least one more cold shower that morning.
Finally, she propped herself up on her elbows. “That was amazing. But don’t you both want me to please you?”
I kissed her. “There’s plenty of time for that. This was about you and I really, really enjoyed watching you, and listening to you.”
“And tasting you,” Greg said, kissing her breast again. “Thank you.”
We heard her stomach gurgle and we all laughed.
I helped her off the island and back into her clothes while Greg went back to making pancakes.
“I hear we need a waffle iron,” he said. “Caroline said those are your favorites.”
She sat in a chair. “I’m pretty sure I just found a new favorite.”
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