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Gabriel kept going. He pushed inside her slowly, centimeter by centimeter, until Tem was quite sure she couldn’t take any more. Just when she was at her limit, he pulled back out with a tortured groan. The retreat of his cock was yet another sensation-one that made her feel like she was on the brink of losing control.
“Fuck,” Tem heard Gabriel whisper. Pride surged through her.
Good, Tem.
She was unbearably warm, her heart still racing. Her body was cradled between them, secure in their grasp. Concave, convex.
Rather than thrust right back in, Gabriel’s hand slid between her legs, dipping his fingers again into her wetness and spreading it on his cock. Only once his cock was coated did he line himself up once more.
“Are you ready?” Gabriel asked her again. He was breathless. Turned on.
“Yes.”
This time when he entered her, Caspen’s fingers found her clitoris, stimulating her from the front while Gabriel thrusted into her from behind. Neither of them moved quickly; they seemed to be in tacit agreement that this process would be a slow one. Tem was just fine with that. It was a lot of sensations to adjust to, and the last thing she wanted was to get overwhelmed and give up. She concentrated on the noises Gabriel made-the barely restrained moans and grunts that told her he was enjoying this process.
Tem was enjoying it too.
Once she got over the initial shock of penetration, she found that she enjoyed being filled like this. It was not as comfortable as having a cock in her pussy. But perhaps comfort was not the point. It was more about giving Gabriel this-allowing him to take control and access a part of her no one had ever accessed before. It was a gesture. And it was pleasurable.
Do you want more? Caspen asked her.
More?
Tem wasn’t sure what more there could possibly be. But a moment later, Caspen’s cock touched her center, and she understood he wanted to fill her too.
This is unthinkable.
Do you wish for us to stop?
No. I don’t.
Caspen’s cock pushed steadily inside her. Tem strained to take him; it was almost too much, and for a single moment, she saw stars. Then Caspen pulled back out, and it was only Gabriel once more. Her husband’s black eyes were on hers, holding her gaze. The next time he slid inside her, Tem cried out. There was a momentary pause as all three of them stilled, and she knew they were both waiting to see if they had gone too far. Had they?
Tem decided they hadn’t. She was happy like this-fulfilled.
Full.
So, she said the same word she had said to start the evening:
“Again.”
They went again. Caspen held her steadily, as he always did. Behind her, Gabriel thrusted slowly, his hands tight on her waist, keeping her in place. She was perfectly secure between them, with no fear that either of them would let her go. It was fascinating to let them both inside her. It was something Tem hadn’t even known was possible, and had certainly never fantasized about before. But now that she was experiencing it, she knew she would fantasize about it in the future. How could one cock be enough when two were so much better? Tem knew no limits. She had no desire to anyway. She only wanted to touch and be touched-to feel and be felt.
Time passed, and Tem grew wetter, providing a constant source of lubricant for Gabriel. Caspen fucked her easily, kissing her as he did so, his mind joined with hers.
He no longer had to keep her calm; she was calm on her own accord, safe in the arms of the men she loved. They were climbing-ever higher-to the highest point imaginable. They ascended together, surrendering to the pull of pleasure.
When they reached the summit at last, Tem came first with breathtaking surety. Then Gabriel. Then Caspen. She listened to their sounds of climax, one after the other, unique in their own way. Afterward, they lay together, their bodies intertwined. Gabriel pulled out slowly, pressing a kiss to her shoulder as she did so. He sat up, looking down at her.
“Now may I…try something I’ve never done before?”
Tem propped herself up on her elbows as Caspen pulled out too. “What do you want to try?”
Gabriel’s eyes fell between her legs. He bit his lip.
“Oh,” Tem said. Of course he hadn’t done that. There would have been no opportunity, given his past. But if he wanted to taste a woman, Tem was more than happy to let it be her. So, she lay back on the bed, spreading her legs.
Gabriel looked at Caspen for approval. He nodded. Only once he’d done that did Gabriel position himself between Tem’s thighs, lowering his mouth to her center.
He was tentative at first. Tem wasn’t used to hesitation from him; normally, he approached everything in life with unbounded enthusiasm. But now, he proceeded slowly, clearly feeling his way moment by moment. Everything he had just learned about her anatomy from Caspen, he implemented. He understood how to stimulate her clitoris, how to finger her at the same time. His tongue was deft and agile, tracing her center. Still, he was hesitant. Tem wasn’t sure why.
Caspen’s voice popped into her head:
Does it feel good?
Yes.
Then you must let him know.
Tem understood what Caspen was saying; her connection with Gabriel was not internal, like the one she had with her husband. He required audible confirmation that he was doing the right thing. Tem was glad to give it. Just as he had praised her earlier, she must praise him now, both with words and with her actions.
So, she let her head fall back, weaving her fingers into Gabriel’s hair and pulling him closer. She let herself moan, gasp, cry out. He was servicing her, but she was providing something in return: validation. It was up to her to let him know that he was doing a good job.
“More,” she said when she wanted more. “Faster,” she said when she wanted it faster.
Eventually, Gabriel worshipped her just as Caspen did. And eventually, she was about to come from it.
The moment she was close, Tem said aloud:
“Gabriel, I’m-“
Before she could finish her sentence, Caspen’s hand darted to Gabriel’s head, holding him in place and pressing them even closer together. Tem watched as Gabriel’s fingers tightened on her thighs. Then, she slammed her eyes shut and finished with a whimper. Gabriel licked every bit of her clean.
Afterward, she felt so weak she could barely move. She stared down at Gabriel, who stared up at her.
“Well,” he said. “We certainly had fun, didn’t we?”
Tem laughed. Then, Gabriel leaned forward, sprinkling several rapid, light kisses across her cheek.
“Your cunt is lovely,” he said as he did so, “but I’m afraid I still prefer cock.”
Tem couldn’t help but laugh. Caspen laughed too, and she could see in his mind that he disagreed. There would never be anything he preferred over Tem’s cunt. But that was the beauty of Caspen, and also the beauty of Gabriel. It didn’t mean they couldn’t seek all pleasure together. There were no rules here.
Caspen’s voice rang in her head:
He has one of the purest souls I have ever encountered.
Tem could only smile. She agreed wholeheartedly. Gabriel possessed a beautiful quality that Tem could only ever hope to emulate: a kindness that was unattainable for people such as herself. He was generous when others were not, thoughtful when others did not care. He was one of a kind. An anomaly. A friend.
Tem grabbed Gabriel’s face and brought it directly to hers.
“I love you so much,” she whispered against his lips.
He grinned. “I love you too, dearest.”
Then they embraced. Tem clutched him against her, suddenly afraid she would have to let him go. He held her back, pressing their bodies together.
“Your husband is diabolically hot,” Gabriel murmured in her ear.
Tem let out a sharp bark of laughter. Beside her, Caspen chuckled too. She knew he had heard what Gabriel had said, and she knew he would not judge him for it.
“He really is,” she murmured back.
Gabriel gave her a tight, final squeeze. “I’m going to go fuck his brother now.”
Again, Tem laughed. She rather hoped Caspen hadn’t heard that. “I expect nothing less.”
With one last kiss on the cheek, Gabriel was gone.
— The End