Page 27 of The Man with a Treasure

Noemi groaned, “Yessss,” as her legs released him so he could have better access.

It actually helped me separate them. Holding under her knees, I backed away from Angelo. “Pants! Off!”

Staring at her core, now on full display, Angelo fumbled for his pants button while stumbling to follow me. His mouth was absolutely gaping, so I peered down to see what he was seeing. I mumbled, “Oh shit,” seeing delicate fingers masturbating. Noemi was done with our incompetent selves and was about to take care of her own orgasm. It was so beautiful and arousing, I almost forgot what I was doing.

I closed my eyes and laughed, “Noemi, you are being so bad,” then found a clearing to lie down in.

Very focused on her clit, she panted, “I’ve never needed it more.”

As I sat down with her in my lap, I peered up to tell Angelo he needed to get on board this train that was leaving the station, but he was already naked, falling to his knees in front of me. Perfecto!

Now, I needed to distract the young woman who was seconds from exploding. I pulled her fingers from her pussy and slipped them into my mouth. Her incredible taste had my mind splitting into pieces, but I still managed to set her little feet on my thighs. Sucking on her fingers like a starving man, I laid back. Noemi’s body followed, her legs widening, her perfect amount of weight coming down on my erection lodged between us.

I knew Angelo needed no more instruction when I felt him at his knees, very close to Noemi’s core. The bottom part of her palm tightened under my chin, her fingers still in my mouth, as she told him, “Yes, Angelo, do it.”

She sounded so desperate for penetration, I was about to pull out my own dick and take care of her needs, but then I felt Angelo take a hold of her hips. It was absolutely erotic to feel her body move on top of me as he slid inside.

Once he was all the way inside, her hand loosened on my jaw and I let her fingers fall from my mouth. As Angelo began to slowly stroke, in and out, her whole body eased on top of mine. Her ass moving over my erection had me concerned I might orgasm before the both of them, and I wasn’t even having sex.

I take that back. I was having sex. I was learning there is way more to having sex than just inserting your penis inside something. Being present was being a part of the activity. That realization had my hands finding her breast, lightly touching. Noemi’s head lazily rolled toward me. She kissed me under my chin and whispered, “I love you, Sal.”

Her body moved over mine, rocking me into such a euphoric moment. “I love you, too.”

She reached up and touched Angelo’s sweating face. “I love you.”

He rushed down and kissed her, deeply. “Love you.”

Noemi seemed—she felt—so happy. “After you come, I want Sal, too.”

Breathless, Angelo nodded. “I’m not going to last.” His eyes drifted shut. “You feel so amazing.”

Underneath her, I realized I would soon be on top, sinking into her perfection until I exploded— “Condom! Angelo! Don’t come!”

As if electrocuted, he flew backward. “Oh shit!”

Noemi sat up on my waist. “Did you already?”

Angelo was holding his chest, shaking his head. “No. No, I didn’t.”

Noemi fell back on me. “Oh my God. Thank you. Hurry, get a condom.”

The friction of her sitting up and lying back down, when I was already on the brink of an orgasm, had my hips bucking upward. “Sorry, Noemi.”

While Angelo scrambled like mad to find the bag, Noemi’s hand reached back and touched my face. “When I’m ready, I want this position again, but I want both of you inside me at once—.”

My eyes slammed shut. “Noemi. Mercy. I’m going to come if you keep having those scenarios floating in my head.”

“You better not. Only inside me tonight.”

I was seeing stars with my eyes clamped shut so tight. “Noemi.”

She giggled. “Sorry.”

Angelo’s condom wrapper crackled as he groaned, “She’s touching herself again.”

“Noemi!”

She was already panting heavily. “I can’t help it.”