Valentine’s Day #2
I press a tender kiss to her forehead again.
I swear loving this woman has turned me into a total sap.
I honestly need to lob some weaponry around and get my dick wet to man up before I start sniffling and reciting poetry.
Or worse, writing songs like my sad sap of a brother no doubt has prepared for later.
As Amelie sighs contentedly, I realise that it’s not about the grand gestures or elaborate plans. It’s about being with someone who appreciates you for who you are and who brings joy and love into your life.
Lathering up with compliments and attention aren’t my go-to moves, but damn if my girl doesn’t almost make me feel like a real boyfriend or some shit.
As Slate hands her a drink, she grins up at me with that contagious smile of hers and pats the space beside her on the pile of pillows for my twin to join her. Then, with a smirk, she challenges me.
“Your turn with the axes, tough guy.”
I chuckle and get to my feet. Grabbing a couple of axes, taking aim at the targets adorned with Kalen’s face, I let one fly.
As I throw one after another, Amelie’s laughter fills the room, mingling with the satisfying thud of metal against wood.
And of course, the added bonus of tearing up Kalen’s pretty boy face.
The tension of the day melts away as we engage in this lighthearted competition, our banter filling the air.
After a few rounds of axe-throwing and plenty of missed shots that have us all doubled over with laughter, I collapse onto the makeshift bed beside Amelie and Slate. The warmth of her body next to mine is a comforting presence, but I’m ready to move on to the next portion of the evening.
Amelie’s favourite meal.
Namely, a twin sandwich.
It’s not something we do all that often, for various reasons, but I know that she loves it when we team up on her in the bedroom, and it’s been months since we last shared her, so I’m more than ready to make her twin fantasies come true again tonight.
As we settle in together, the anticipation and excitement in the air is palpable.
Amelie looks between Slate and me, a mischievous glint in her eyes that sets my pulse racing.
I can tell she’s ready for what’s to come, her desire written in the way she bites her lip and shifts closer to us on the blankets.
Slate and I share a knowing glance, wordlessly communicating our shared intention to make this night unforgettable for her.
With an unspoken understanding, we move in sync as we begin to show Amelie just how much she means to us – starting slow because neither of us are in a rush tonight. We want this to last.
I let Slate make the first move and set the pace, watching as he captures her face in his hands and pulls her in for a slow, sensual kiss.
My heart swells with love and desire as I watch Slate and Amelie share their intimate moment.
The connection between them is palpable, and it stirs something primal within me.
As they deepen the kiss, I witness the passion building between them, igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume all reason.
I lean in closer, my fingers trailing lightly over Amelie’s exposed shoulders, sending shivers down her spine. She lets out a soft gasp of pleasure, her eyes fluttering closed as she loses herself in the sensation of our combined touch.
Slate breaks the kiss, his gaze meeting mine with a silent communication that speaks volumes. It’s time for me to join in, to add my own brand of intensity to this already electric moment.
I move to kneel beside them, my lips finding Amelie’s in a hungry kiss that leaves us both breathless.
Amelie responds eagerly, her hands threading through my hair as she pulls me back to her and deepens the kiss.
As our tongues tangle and explore, the heat builds between us, a fire threatening to consume us all. Slate joins in, his hands roaming over Amelie’s body until she’s squirming beneath us both.
“Too…many…clothes…” she complains between breathless kisses.
Together, we move to undress her slowly, savouring each moment of skin revealed, each new piece of her body exposed to our greedy eyes. We take our time, teasing her with feather-light touches, our fingers tracing intricate patterns on her skin.
As she lies before us, naked and beautiful, we take in the sight of her with a mixture of adoration and hunger. Amelie’s eyes are filled with desire and trust, a testament to the bond we share.
“What do you want for your Valentine’s gift, brother?” I ask Slate, my tone laced with amusement and teasing.
“To feast on her delicious pussy,” he replies without hesitating.
I smirk. “Great answer.” I look down at Amelie and wink. “Better open wide baby, that means your gift is feasting on me.”
Amelie chuckles at my promise. Her eyes gleam with mischief and her fingers thread through my hair as she pulls me closer.
Slate and I exchange a knowing grin, as together, we lower our heads and begin to explore every inch of Amelie’s body, savouring the taste and texture of her skin as we worship her in every way possible.
Slate continues to kiss his way down her gorgeous body while I focus on worshipping her breasts. When she’s panting beneath us, I release her nipple with a pop and grin at her.
“Now it’s our turn to share our gift with you,” I whisper in Amelie’s ear, my voice filled with desire. “Spread your legs for me, baby, so we can show you just how much we love you.”
Hunger and anticipation fill the air as Amelie submits to my request, spreading her legs wide for Slate to savour.
My brother wastes no time, diving headfirst into her warm, moist paradise, lapping up her sweet nectar as if it’s his last meal on earth.
Our rhythm is in harmony as we work in tandem, our tongues dancing in an intricate ballet that leaves Amelie writhing and moaning beneath us. Her hands claw at the blankets, her nails digging into the fabric as she surrenders to the ecstasy building within her.
I flip between licking and sucking her nipples, teasing and tormenting her with my tongue.
Slate, meanwhile, plunges deep into her core, his fingers curling to stroke her G-spot with precision that makes her walls clench around his fingers and her legs shake with tension.
He releases her, sliding up her body to kiss her deeply, the taste of her still on his lips and tongue.
I move back, quickly removing my clothes and then kneeling at the side of Amelie’s head. Threading my fingers through her hair with one hand and turning her to face me, I fist my already hard dick with the other, tugging it roughly as Amelie’s eyes light up.
Her tongue darts out to lick her lips and I swear her mouth is watering in anticipation. A naughty glint takes over her eyes as she takes me in with a smirk. She opens her mouth wide – her act of obedience fooling no one – and I slide in with ease, the warmth of her mouth enveloping me entirely.
Amelie’s eyes flutter shut and a soft moan escapes her lips as she takes me deeper. Fuck, this woman. She knows exactly what to do to bring me to my knees, and when she glances up at me through her lashes with her mouth full of my dick, I nearly flood her mouth with my release.
Grunting, I pull out of her mouth and face Slate. With a wink, I step back and allow him to take over.
“Make her scream, brother. Come all over his tongue, Amelie,” I instruct, fisting my dick again and pumping in time to the rhythm of Slate’s fingers spearing Amelie’s tight pussy. “I want to bury myself balls deep in her and make her scream.”
Amelie groans, her eyes fluttering shut, but they widen in surprise when I grab her throat and squeeze.
“Eyes on me, Amelie,” I growl. “I want to watch you soak my brother’s face. Drown him, baby.”
Amelie’s eyes widen even further, her breath catching as she takes in the command in my voice. Her body trembles as she surrenders to our desires, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of fear and pleasure.
Slate’s fingers plunge even deeper, his thumb rubbing her clit with an expert precision that has her moaning loudly.
“On—” she pants, my fingers still somewhat restricting her airflow.
“Not yet,” I interrupt, releasing my grip on her throat. “Slowly, baby. I want to see every expression, every moment of pure, raw pleasure as you unravel for us.”
Her lips tremble as she nods, her fingers digging into the blankets as she tries to catch her breath.
Slate continues to work his magic, his fingers splitting her wetness as he coaxes out a low groan from Amelie. She throws her head back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she loses herself in the pleasure.
“That’s it,” I whisper, my voice low and full of promise. “Let it all go, Amelie. Let us take you to the edge and push you over.”
Her moans grow louder, more urgent as Slate’s fingers move in perfect harmony with his tongue on her clit. Her hips buck up involuntarily as her release builds, her body shivering with the intense pleasure.
“Do it, Amelie,” I urge, my voice rough with desire. “Let yourself go.”
Her body jerks and convulses, her cry of ecstasy filling the room. She arches her back, her pussy clutching at Slate’s fingers as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her.
Slate’s tongue never leaves her, he keeps lapping up her juices, savouring the taste of her release. His fingers continue to stroke her, milking every last drop of pleasure from her.
Finally, she collapses back onto the cushions, her body limp and spent. She pants heavily, her cheeks flushed and eyes glassy with the afterglow of her orgasm.
“Don’t even think about falling asleep,” I warn.
She rolls her head to look at me and glowers.
“I’m just catching my breath, asshole,” she retorts.
“Yeah, well, breathing’s overrated,” I tease back.
“Amelie,” Slate calls gently, making her head turn so her attention’s on him. “Ride my dick, gorgeous. You know O will stop being an ass when—”
“When I’m buried to the hilt in her ass,” I quip, even though I’m deadly serious.
Amelie’s eyes blaze and she quickly scrambles to change positions with Slate, all thoughts of needing a breather immediately forgotten.
She straddles his hips, her eyes shining with determination, and slowly lowers herself onto his.
Slate groans as she eases onto his rock-hard erection, the pleasure of her warmth enveloping him. Amelie’s moans fill the room, mingling with Slate’s grunts as she starts to ride him with abandon.
Her movements are slow but satisfying, her eyes locked on mine, daring me to make good on my promise.
And I do.
I move behind her, my hands sliding up her sides until they reach her shoulders. With firm pressure, I push her forward so she’s lying on Slate’s chest, his arms immediately coming up to wrap around her back and lock her in place.
I reach into my discarded trouser pocket for the bottle of lube and pour a generous amount onto Amelie’s ass and my fingers.
Spreading her ass cheeks wide, I slide a finger into her puckered hole, feeling her muscles tense and then relax beneath my touch. Before she can react, I push in another finger, and then another, stretching her open until I can feel her body accepting my invasive fingers.
“On,” she moans, her voice low and strained. “That feels so good...”
I smile to myself.
With one final slide of my fingers, all the way into her ass, I pull them out and rub the wetness back onto my erection. Amelie whimpers, her body trembling in anticipation.
“Are you ready?” I ask, my voice low with anticipation.
“Yes,” she whines, looking back over her shoulder to meet my gaze.
I add a generous amount of lube to my cock and line myself up with her entrance. Slowly, I push in, feeling her muscles stretch to accommodate my size. I pause, savouring the sensation of having her completely under my control.
“That’s it, Amelie,” I grunt, pushing in deeper. “Take it all.”
Amelie lets out a loud moan as my cock slides into her ass, filling her completely. Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, but I can tell from the look on her face that she’s fully committed to this. Tonight, she’s my toy, my plaything, and I can’t wait to see her squirm for me.
It feels fucking amazing. With Slate buried deep in her cunt, her ass feels tighter than ever, and I know I won’t last long. But that doesn’t mean I won’t have a good time for as long as it lasts.
Slate, ever the sensitive one, reaches up and strokes her hair gently, whispering words of encouragement in her ear. He knows how much I love having her completely under my control, and he’s more than happy to be the gentle participant in this scene.
With one smooth motion, I pull back, almost fully out of her ass, and then thrust forward again, hard. Her cries echo through the room, making my dick pulse. Oh, yes. I could get used to this. Maybe we should do it more often.
Slate leans in and kisses her forehead, his fingers still playing with her hair.
“That’s it, baby,” he coos. “Let O take you to places you’ve never been before.”
I increase my pace, slamming into her over and over again. Her body buckles and writhes beneath me, the combinations of pleasure and pain twisting her expression into one of pure rapture.
I grab a handful of her hair and yank her head back, making her look up at me with wide, desperate eyes.
“Is this what you wanted?” I growl. “To be a fuck toy for my pleasure? Because you’re mine now, Amelie. Completely and entirely. And we’re both going to fuck you now.”
She whimpers, her face contorting with the intensity of the orgasm that’s building.
“Please, don’t stop,” she begs, so I don’t.
Slate moves his hands to her hips, thrusting up into her, alternating his movements with mine as we fall into a perfect rhythm.
Amelie’s cries fill the room, her body shaking and writhing beneath me. Her muscles are clenching around my cock, milking me of every last drop of pleasure.
“Fuck! Slate! On!” Amelie cries as she trembles from head to toe, screaming through her orgasm. The contractions are too much, Slate coming with a groan.
After a few more thrusts, I release too, my orgasm exploding deep within her ass. I groan and push forward one more time, sinking deep as I empty myself inside her.
As my rhythm slows, I pull out, and step back, watching as she collapses onto Slate, her chest heaving with the intensity of our encounter.
Slate tenderly wraps his arms around her, pulling her close. “You okay?” he whispers, his voice full of care.
She nods, her eyes still wide with shock and arousal. “I think so,” she manages to get out.
“Good.” He kisses the top of her head. “You did absolutely amazing.”
She smiles at him. “Thanks. I think I just held on for dear life so I can’t really take the credit.”
We help her up, and she wobbles a bit as she stands. “I’m going to need a shower,” she says, looking down as our combined mess slides down her thighs. It’s a magnificent sight.
“That’s stage two of the night,” I tell her with a wink. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”