Soft kisses on her thighs and a sweet kiss on her forehead drew her back down to earth and into the sanctuary of these men. That sanctuary had become her new favorite very warm blanket after loving. Heaven was her men, surrounding her, stroking her, giving her a moment, this moment, to savor and to sigh.
Alice blinked as the blindfold came off. Her men traded places, and she lost all thought when Ian lowered his head and covered her mouth with his own. She drank him down along with the remnants of her own nectar that clung to his lips. Arousal stirred, and she knew she hadn’t had nearly enough of her lovers. Will I ever? It took no effort at all for her to imagine some time in the distant future, when they were all three of them in their sunset years. She’d bet they’d be loving on her and she on them until the end.
“I need your cock in my mouth, Ian. In everything, I need you both. Always.”
“You’ll have me, baby.” He straightened and looked down her body, so of course she had to follow suit.
Ken’s gaze glittered as he focused on her from his place between her legs. He held motionless, his face so close to her pussy that she felt his hot breath on her still wet feminine folds. Then Ken flicked a glance, and she understood, just that simply, that he wanted to watch her suck Ian’s cock into her mouth. Likely the way Ian had watched as she’d gobbled down Ken’s.
I guess both of my men have a bit of the voyeur in them.
She drew Ian’s cock in and felt everything within her vibrate with all that was right.
Then Ken lowered his head, and the incredible sexy ride that was her lovers began all over again.
This was her true fantasy. It had nothing to do with being restrained and blindfolded, although that had been fun. Maybe some day they’d give her that capture fantasy she’d told them about too, but it was only a representation of the true dream she’d held for so long, close to her heart.
Now she knew that the very essence of her dream come true, the soul of her greatest fantasy was the reality of these men, together, loving her. It had to be the both of them, because only when she’d pleasured and been pleasured by them both did she feel truly complete.
Hands in her hair and hands on her hips began stroking, tugging, begging for her to take and to give more. More was all she wanted, and everything she needed.
Tiny drops of precum coated her tongue and slid down her throat. Ian tasted different from Ken. Different, but just as good. Maybe the day will come when I can identify them by the taste of their semen.
Alice let go of every thought. She willed herself to become a creature of submission, of sensation. Her submission, though they’d never asked it of her, pleased them. The sensations she received as her reward were everything. More than just physical, they were a visceral connection between her and them. They’d become something she’d yearned for but had feared would never be hers.
They’d become her mates. Her own family. She belonged to them, and they, by God, belonged to her. No one, no one, could ever be allowed to hurt them or take them from her.
She’d fucking kill anyone who tried.
Ian stroked her hair, a gentle caress. A kind of soothing, though she knew she’d not allowed those negative emotions, those hostile thoughts, to interfere with her gift to him.
He knows me well enough to sense my tension regardless.
Ken’s lips and tongue, and the sucking of his mouth, kept bathing her in baby-swirls of pleasure, keeping her in a state of almost-rapture. She shivered as all her nerve endings sizzled, as the promise of completion teased her, right there, just out of reach.
“Turn off your thoughts, baby girl.” Ian’s words drew her in, and though she didn’t think the command to herself, her mind surrendered, regardless. “Let it all go and take what we give you. Let there be nothing else in the entire world except for what we give you. Can you feel it? Can you sense it? Every bit of our love is yours. Let go and fly with me, Alice.”
The allure was irresistible. So she drew on his words as she drew on his cock. Her tongue stroked, her throat swallowed, and her arousal soared. The loving of Ken’s mouth on her pussy and the giving to Ian this gift of pleasure wound together. Pleasure swept her, gathered her close and held her tight, oh, ever so tight. Then pleasure turned to bliss and tossed her into the air, no harness, no safety net, but that was all right because the love of these men that bound her kept her safe. The love cradled her as she soared free and embraced the rapture.
The aftershocks of her own personal off-the-scale earthquake let her know she was here with them, a part of them, for she felt the trembling from them both as well. They all three had been moved. They all three loved.
In moments they’d untied her. Ken scooped her into his arms and carried her up the stairs and into the master bedroom.
Alice sighed when Ken and Ian crawled in beside her, when they spooned her and held her tight. And the tears that left her eyes to rest upon her pillow were tears of gratitude, of joy, of finally knowing what complete acceptance, and real love, were truly all about.
They moved her so that she laid her head on one lover’s chest. They surrounded her completely, as if they truly understood, in that moment, she needed more.
“Let’s just rest awhile, sweetheart.” Ken’s voice from beneath her ear became a vibration that rumbled in her belly.
