“Fuck, you feel so damn good, sweetheart. Take me inside you.”
Alice considered herself a smart woman. Though she’d never ridden on top before, she knew what she needed to do. Fortunately, Ken helped. He put his hands on her waist and lifted.
It took only a minute to use her right hand to grasp Ken’s cock—he feels so good in my hand—and place him at the opening of her cunt.
Once she released him, they both worked to lower her so that she had him inside her to the hilt.
“That feels wonderful. So full. You’re both…” Words escaped her.
Ken grinned. “Well hung?”
She knew her smile was sexy because that was how it felt. Instead of responding in words, she tried something she’d read about in her more modern romance novels. She contracted her pelvic floor muscles.
Ken drew in a breath and seemed to flex his cock in response.
Alice grinned. “Yay, Kegel exercises.”
“Is that what that is? You have got damn good muscle control, sweetheart. Ride me, please. Make us both come.”
Alice began to move on him and finally understood those lyrical words, “save a horse, ride a cowboy.” Although she thought he was nearly as big as a horse. How lucky am I that both of them are phallically blessed?
Ken helped her by altering the way she moved on him and somehow managed to hit her clit and G spot at the same time. Alice groaned with the thrill of it and let go of every other thought. Only this moment mattered. Only this.
Ian returned to the bed and stretched out beside them. His gaze was fixed on that spot where she knew Ken’s cock was sliding into her.
He flicked up a glance at her, and his smile was so sexy! Then he raised both eyebrows in rapid succession and sent her a mock leer.
“It’s like watching live porn.” Then he offset his cheeky words by reaching out and stroking up and down her back. She felt his tremors and knew he was still with them, and deeply moved.
“Too bad you won’t get a money shot,” Ken said. “Because I plan on coming deep inside our woman’s cunt.”
Alice shivered. The bawdy talk sent her arousal soaring. She didn’t even mind them talking as if she wasn’t there—okay, they weren’t doing that because if she wasn’t there, hey, they wouldn’t be cracking bad jokes about live porn.
Ian reached up and pinched her nipple, hard.
“Ohmygod!” Alice cried out as her arousal turned into a tsunami of erotic waves, the climax exploding seemingly out of nowhere, swamping her with its ferocity. She barely heard Ken’s “Fuck, yeah!” but she felt him hold her tight to him, felt his cock batter her cervix, and definitely felt the pulsating heat of his ejaculation into the condom against it.
Finally, the climax calmed, and she collapsed on top of her lover. Her heart pounded, and she chased her breath. His arms came around her, snug and sure. Boneless, she enjoyed the moment, and when Ian stroked his hand across her ass, she knew that this, right here, was bliss.
“Anything still missing?” Ken asked.
“No. This is…it’s perfect.”
“Rest, baby girl, for a few moments. Then we’ll begin round two.”
“Round two? I’ve already come three times. I’ve never come three times in the same week, let alone in the same night.”
“Actually, it hasn’t been the whole night, yet. Just a couple of hours.”
The words had come from beneath her, through the echo chamber of Ken’s chest. Somehow, the appearance of his anal side made her giggle. “I hope you’re prepared to catch me when I pass out from so much pleasure.”
“Are you tired, baby girl?” Ian’s voice sounded concerned.
“I am, a little.”
“No problem, sweetheart.” Ken kissed her ear. “A nice, warm shower and visit to the hot tub will wake you right up.”
“Wake me up or finish the job of zonking me out. It’s a toss-up.”
* * * *
Holding his woman in the shower, Ian felt his cock harden. I’ll never get enough of her. He couldn’t say why this woman affected him so strongly, when no other had ever come close. He’d never been a slut. He’d enjoyed sex and had experienced really good orgasms before. But there was something about making love with Alice that felt different.
Richer. Deeper. Perfect.
Though he had a whimsical side, these thoughts were a shock to him. Whimsical? Or just being in tune with reality?
Water poured down on them from the rain-simulating showerhead above them. Though he had his arms around Alice, he wasn’t holding her up. She’d regained her feet shortly after Ken had carried her in here.
He kissed her ear, ran his hands from her front to her ass, then took a small step back. “Tilt your head back and close your eyes, baby girl. I’m going to wash your hair.”
Her shoulder-length hair, brown with a few streaks of auburn in the sunlight, turned a deep brown when wet. He knew from having run his fingers through those gorgeous strands that they were very fine. Now he knew there were a lot of them.
He poured some shampoo into his palm and then began to wash her hair. He loved the silky feel against his fingers and the soft pliancy of the strands. He used his fingertips to massage her scalp and knew he’d found success.
“Oh, God that feels so good.”
“Hang onto me, sweetheart.” Ken put his hands on Alice’s waist, and she, in turn, laid her hands on his arms.
Then Ken sent him a look he had no problem interpreting. They were definitely on the same page, because there was nothing that either one of them would rather do than give their woman pleasure—any pleasure, every pleasure.
Ian took the shower wand above and behind him and brought it down
