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“You’ve been giving this a lot of thought, fluffit.”
“I have.” The look she gives me is serious, even as she squeezes my breast. “I want us to work out, and if we’re all getting orgasms, it makes things easier.”
Well, I certainly can’t argue with that. It’s been a long time since I’ve had regular orgasms, but I already know I wouldn’t mind more. Sex is like nose spices. After you try it once and it’s good, you keep craving it. And even though I don’t want to crave it, I do. Just Dora’s suggestion that I ride Jamef’s cock is making me clench deep inside.
“Shouldn’t we ask Jamef what his preference is?” I tease. “It’s his body we’re going to be using.”
“No preference,” he’s quick to reply. Finding my decorated braid, he gives it a gentle tug and makes the beads in my hair clink against one another. “Just need to touch both of you. More. Now. Someone decide something keffing fast.”
Dora bites back a little smile and eyes me. “You said we should take what we want, and he’s willing. I don’t see a problem here. And if you’d rather ride his face, we can do that, too.” She bites her lip and watches me. “And we can touch while we’re on top of him, too.”
I don’t know who groans louder at that, me or Jamef. She really has been thinking about this a lot. “Why is it that you’re not shy about any of this at all, fluffit? I thought we were going to go slow so you didn’t panic, and yet you’re the one that’s talking about face-sitting and who gets to ride the cock.”
She wriggles closer to me and pulls her sleep tunic off. “I like being with you two. I trust you.” Her arms go around me and she presses her breasts against mine, and she feels soft and pillowy in comparison, and it’s keffing incredible. “But if you’re not ready —”
“I didn’t say that.” I tip a finger under her chin and lean down to kiss her upturned mouth. She tastes like Jamef, and I think about the kiss earlier, in the showers, when he held my hand while Dora made me come. I cup one of her breasts and run my thumb over the nipple. “Go sit on our poor mate’s face before he feels neglected.”
Dora gives a little whimper and then crawls onto the bed, moving to Jamef’s side. Instead of immediately going to his face, she leans over and kisses him instead, her pretty, rounded backside in the air. I caress one cheek as I get to my feet, skimming my fingers up the cleft of her cunt.
She wriggles and moans, gasping as I toy with the entrance to her body.
“Pretty,” I say softly. “And wet. She’s going to feel so good against your mouth, Jamef.” I glance up at them, and Dora’s eyes are closed, her lips frantically devouring his, her tongue dancing in and out of his mouth. I love the sight of it, the visual of both of them lost in kisses, but I want my turn, too.
And when Jamef’s tail curls around my wrist and tugs me forward, I know he’s thinking the same thing. That I should join them.
I slide onto the bed, moving to his other side, and when they both turn towards me for a kiss, I feel as if I’m suddenly the most coveted female in the universe.
Sixty-Seven
BETHIAH
For a long time, we just kiss. Jamef’s lips brush over mine, while Dora nuzzles my cheek. Then she’s kissing me, then Jamef again. Tongues are added, faces stroked, and it’s just the softest, sweetest orgy of kissing and caressing between the three of us. I close my eyes and lose myself in the moment, loving the contrast of one gentle kiss followed by a harder one, and then the sounds of them kissing each other before coming back to me.
Moments like this, we really do feel like a triad, a threesome devoted to one another, and I love it. I love the feel of my hand on Jamef’s chest as Dora sprawls over him to reach me. I love the thought that I have not one person that can tolerate my shit, but two. It seems like too great a gift.
A hand slides down my belly and between my thighs. The cool brush of metal and the size of the fingers tells me that it’s Jamef. “You’re beautifully wet, little one.”
“Not little,” I tell him between kisses. “And yes, I am.” I part my thighs for him, letting his fingers stroke up and down my cunt. I turn to kiss Dora, and she whimpers against my lips, the sound turning into a gaspy moan. I’d bet that Jamef is stroking her cunt with his other hand. “Is she wet, too?”
