Grace #2
“I can’t.” I whimper. “I can-. Fuck.” I feel my body tense again. “Please.” I’m now begging. “Please I need to -” Ohhhh fuck. My body trembles violently as pleasure builds. “Please.” I cry. I don’t tell them to stop. I know they will as soon as I say that word. I don’t want them to stop.
“Please what?” Julian pauses his tongue fucking to ask. No, don’t stop.
“Please.” I hate asking for things in the bedroom.
“She needs to cum.” Dante answers for me.
I nod, not knowing if Julian can see or not. He chuckles slightly, kissing the inside of my thigh before going back to his teasing instead of fully inserting.
“Julian.” I groan.
“I need you to tell me what you need, treasure.”
“I need,” I inhale sharply as Dante takes a nipple between his teeth and bites a little. It's not as painful as I would’ve expected. “I need you to -”
“To what?” He circles around my entrance with the tip of his finger.
“To make me cum.” I blush as I say the words. “Please.”
“Seeing as you asked so nicely.” He thrusts his tongue back in. Dante's fingers work quickly, both of them working in tandem. Like they’ve practiced this many times.
Have they done this before?
With someone else before me?
Jealousy flashes as quick as lightning through me. Then I internally smile. Even if they’ve fucked someone before me, they’re mine now.
Mine. All mine.
Geez, when did I become such a possessive bitch?
“Fuck, fuck fuck.” my voice is hoarse by the time I’ve finished screaming out my delight.
And yet, Julian still doesn’t let me go.
I kick him.
I actually have to kick him away from me because I can’t fucking speak.
And the bastard laughs.
One of them delicately lifts my head to undo the blindfold. I blink a few times to get used to the light. My body relaxes so much I almost flop back on the bed, Dante manages to catch me before I do.
“Are you okay?” he asks, covering me with a soft robe. I wonder where he got it from. I relax into his arms as he pulls me towards him.
He’s so warm. So comfortable. I could easily fall asleep on him. “Grace?”
“I am.” I breathe, flopping my head on his shoulder. Then frown at the fact he’s still dressed. I lift my hand and start to slowly undo the buttons on his shirt. I pepper kisses along his jaw. His breath catches and his fingers squeeze into my waist.
“Grace,” his voice is breathy. “We stopped to give you a break, and Julian is setting up a surprise for you.”
“Mmm.” I scratch my nails down his chest and torso. He takes a shaky breath. “I’m fine, I promise.” he goes to debate with me. “I need you, Dante.”
My words seem to shatter his composure. “Fuck, Grace.” He stands, quickly stripping himself of his shirt and jeans.
Throwing a condom on the bed that he pulls from his pocket, I quickly pick it up and open it.
He’s not changed much over the last five years, his deep V and hard muscles still has me drooling.
Literally drooling.
For fucks sake Grace, control yourself.
I wipe the saliva dribbling out of my mouth.
And seeing the tattoo I chose in all its healed glory taking centre place on his God like body, it looks fucking amazing.
I kiss the design and glide the condom down his length. Stroking him a few times as I go.
“Fuck.” He exhales. Leaning down to take my lips with his, I shuffle back on the bed, dragging him with me. “Are you sure?” He whispers.
I wrap my legs around his hips. “Mmm.” I hold his face and pull him until his lips meet mine again, lifting my hips to grind against his hard cock.
He positions himself above me before slowly thrusting.
The juices of my three orgasms work as extra lube as he easily slides inside.
I lift my hips to meet his, bringing him in deeper until he bottoms out inside me.
Fuck me. I forgot how good he feels.
“ Amore mio. ” I whisper, scratching Ti Amo into his back as he makes love to me. I don’t need to go again, I’ll be happy once the two of them get their release. Dante doesn’t seem to like that idea though as his thumb comes down to play with my super sensitive bud.
“Dante.” I whimper.
“I love you, Grace.” He speeds up his rhythm. “I fucking love you, mia moglie .” His words, along with his deep thrusts, quickly pull another orgasm from me.
Dante stills above me, an embarrassed laugh coming from his lips. “I’m sorry. I barely lasted two minutes.” He hides his face between my neck and shoulder. “I almost came watching Julian taste your perfect little pussy, so I couldn’t hold back any longer.” He huffs a laugh again. “Sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about.” I smile. He pulls out from me and discards the condom in the bin in the corner.
He picks up his boxers from the floor and glides them back on.
I stand and straighten my robe, wanting to head to the kitchen to grab a drink.
Then I notice the jar of strawberry jam on the bedside table, a spoon laying beside it.
“Did you put that on me?” I ask, pointing to it.
“Hmm,” he smirks. “It was even more delicious licking it from you. Next time I think I want to try it here.” His fingers graze the inside of my thigh, then higher.
“Uh-uh. I don’t think so. Just think of how many infections that could cause.” I shiver, “up here is fine though.” I gesture to my breasts.
He chuckles, then pulls me close. “Okay, fine. Nothing edible below the belly button.” His hand comes up to play with my hair. “You’ll have to write down some rules or something for us.” I relax into his arms again. I’ll never tire of these men wrapping me up in their strong muscles.
“Dante.” I whisper against his warm chest, giving him a kiss above his heart.
“Yeah?”
“What made you change your mind about sharing?”
“You.” I feel a slight pressure on my hair as he kisses me gently.
“Oh.” I squeeze him tighter. I should question him more, but I don’t want to ruin this moment. Although my throat is screaming out for me to get a drink, I don’t move. My calf muscles ache from holding up my jellified body.
“Are you ready for your surprise? I’m sure he’s all set up by now.”
“Okay, but can we stop to get a drink first? I’m parched.” He nods. “Can you give me a little hint about this surprise?” I look up at him with pleading eyes.
He looks away quickly with a grin. “Nope.”