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Something sensual passes between us. A simple phrase from me to him.
Your turn.
53
BANKS MORETTI
Hell have mercy on my soul.
I press my knees to the warm, empty tub. “Again?” I ask.
“Again,” she rasps, her eyes coveting me as much I covet the hell out of her.
I hesitate, though, because I really don’t know if she should be having sex with me after she just had that kind of deep sex. I don’t want to hurt her.
She just had a perfect first time, and I’m fucking terrified I’m gonna ruin this experience. I glance over at Akara.
He pulls her wet hair into his hands. Twisting strands into spirals that fall loose. A strange calmness hangs in the air between me and him. A respect and a type of love that I can’t explain, but everything feels easy tonight when you’d think it’d be the biggest clusterfuck alive.
Come on, Banks.
I just ask, “You sure you’re not too tired, mermaid?”
“I’m wide-awake,” she professes, arching her hips a bit. “Can you…?”
I edge closer, my hand sinking down her leg to the inside of her thigh. I pull her down some, and Akara shifts her hips. His brown eyes flit to me as he wraps an arm around her collar, then kneads one of her breasts.
Christ.
I’m dying to be inside Sulli. Sweat glistens across my skin, and it’s not just my sweat either. I brush a hand across my unshaven jaw as our heady breaths fill the air again.
In most situations, I think she’d normally have passed out after getting pounded by him—at least if I were a chick, Akara would have knocked me out after that fucking—but she seems to be running off adrenaline for the moment.
Her eyes are pinned to my length. My cock throbs uncomfortably. It took mental endurance not to come when I heard her cry out. I’m painfully hard. Fuck, I need a release.
“I want you inside me,” she says in a pant. “…if that wasn’t fucking crystal.”
I smile. “It came through clear.” I slide my fingers against her heat. “I want inside you, too.”
She bucks up. “Banks.” Her eyes almost roll.
A deep noise rumbles in me. Fuck. She’s really sensitive, but I’ll find a way to make this last a long while for her. For us.
Akara hands me the condom packet, and I do a quick double-check to make sure he grabbed mine. Last thing I need is this shit ripping while I’m inside her.
I spot the size. Good to go.
Akara tilts her chin back and they kiss softly while I sheath myself. He catches her lip between his teeth, and I align my waist with hers, clasping and lifting up her hips. Her bikini tan line is cute.
It’ll be better for her if she’s lost in Akara for a second, so I’m glad they’re kissing.
I edge my fingers into her entry. Her arousal pumps my blood harder. Jesus. She breaks from his lips in a pant. And once her eyes descend down to me, I remove my fingers and grip my shaft.
“Breathe,” Akara coos against her ear.
She inhales, her eyes fastening to mine—like the very first time we kissed. And I don’t desert her gaze. Not even as I slowly push inside her pussy.
She is so…fucking…tight.
Fuck.
The pressure is almost immediate. Wrapping around me in a vice. Her thighs tremble as I slowly slip in, our eyes still latched.
“You alright?” I whisper.
She nods, lips parted. She reaches for Akara’s hand, then mine.
It’s in the soft seconds of her breath. His. Mine. That I feel like this moment is transcendent. That there’s no going back after this. I thrust, but I don’t give her the full length, and still, an involuntary noise flies from her lips.
A cry.
A whimper.
Those noises are gonna fuck me up. Holy hell, are they like a drug. I want to hear more. I rock against her in a slow, hungered movement.
“Please,” she moans, about to buck her hips, but Akara grabs her waist to keep her from taking more of me. If I hit her cervix, she’s never gonna want to have sex again.
I’m careful with every emotion-packed second, every sweltering beat, and I extend the moment to earth-shattering minutes upon minutes, soaking in the feeling of being inside her. And then Sulli explodes. Her eyes roll, body shudders, and she clenches. The pressure around my cock is like being knocked out with a baseball bat. I’m struck to the fuckin’ moon as I come, and I flex to keep from a natural instinct to push deeper and milk the climax.
Can’t go any deeper.
I breathe hard, my cock twitching as she keeps pulsing against me. “Sulli,” I groan, and gently, very fucking gently, I pull out.
She’s exhausted, trying to smile. A smile passes through me, my mouth curving. That feels good. Akara rotates the faucet, refilling the tub with warm water after I discard the condom.
