47 Francesca #2
“I uh- don’t know how-” I let out a surprised yelp when Christian physically lifts me up and moves my body, lowering me directly over Jamie’s face.
My nerves about being awkward- or somehow suffocating him- vanish the second his mouth touches me.
His tongue and lips and the rough brush of his stubble against my thighs have me coming apart almost instantly.
“That’s it, love, ride him until you come all over his face,” I hear Christian say from behind me.
Then Jamie jolts a bit and I freeze, lifting onto my knees and looking over my shoulder to see that Christian now has Jamie’s dick in his mouth.
The sight does something to me, seeing his powerful body giving pleasure to Jamie like this.
I don’t think I’ll ever get over the sight of them together like this. It makes me downright feral.
I don’t have long to admire it though, because Jamie’s hands grab my waist and yank me back down onto him so hard I lose my balance, one hand flying to the headboard to keep myself upright.
He groans beneath me, fingers digging into my hips as he drags me against him again, and the sensation snaps something tight inside me. Pleasure crashes through me so fast and hard it’s almost painful, leaving me shaking and whimpering as I come apart on top of him.
I’m still coming down when he lifts me up again.
“Chris, stop- I’m close and I don’t want to come,” he groans out as I climb off him. Christian moves back on the bed, and holds his hand out to me.
“You ready, love?” he asks and bite my lip and nod, because yes, I am.
But when Christian’s grin spreads, I have a tiny sense that maybe I’ve bitten off more than I can chew but quickly swallow it down.
“Ride his cock,” he says, nodding at Jamie who is still splayed out on the bed next to me.
I swallow my nerves.
I want this. I want to know what it feels like- be completely consumed, surrounded and filled by the two of them.
I bite my lip as I shift my leg over Jamie, letting out a slightly shaky breath as I slide myself down Jamie’s length.
“Oh shit….” he hisses. He grabs my hips and begins grinding my body against his, causing my clit to rub against his pubic bone in a delicious rhythm.
Then I feel Christian move on the bed behind me. He runs his hand up my legs and over my ass. And then I feel him pouring lube over me.
“Oh God,” is all I can say as he starts to press one finger in and out again. Then he adds another and the feeling, the fullness, makes it almost impossible to breathe.
“There’s my girl, stretching out for me so well.”
At his words, I let out a helpless groan.
I don’t know how long we stay like that, me boneless, being rocked up and down Jamie’s body while Christian speaks sweet, dirty things and fingers my ass, stretching me more and more until, apparently he decides I’m ready.
I feel him press a kiss to my back, between my shoulder blades, as he adjusts.
“I’ll go slow,” he says. “And we can stop-”
“Christian, I need you to fuck her already before I lose my shit,” Jamie says between gritted teeth.
He chuckles and then starts to press into me and I hold my breath as he sinks into my body.
It’s overwhelming, but not in a way that makes me want to stop- in a way that makes me feel like I might come apart from too much sensation.
“Breathe,” Jamie says, squeezing my hips a tad. “Frankie, you need to breathe.”
“I can’t- it’s so much-”
“Shh, love,” Christians says, leaning over so I feel the warmth and weight of his body against mine. “You are doing so good- taking us both. It’s like you were always meant to be right here, between the two of us.”
I blow out a breath as I feel Christian’s cock go deeper and deeper. Finally, he stops pressing forward and I feel his hips flush against me.
“God, Jamie, I wish you could see this,” he says, rubbing my hips, but holding himself still inside me.
“Next time,” Jamie says. “Right now I’d really like to get back to fucking her.”
A whine escapes me and then they start moving. Slowly at first and somehow in sync with each other Each movement takes me deeper and deeper. I feel like I’m falling into some sort of trance.
I can’t sense anything beyone the feelings coursing through my body, the sensations they are making me feel, all the ways they are touching me.
Jamie’s kisses on my neck, Christian’s weight against my back, my clit rubbing against Jamie’s pelvis, that piercing almost tickling me inside with each movement.
Hands gripping my hips so hard I think- I hope- they’ll leave bruises.
And the feeling of complete, utter fullness- so full it takes my breath away.
I’m not even sure where I end and they begin.
It’s all just heat, pressure, want- and then I break.
I feel the orgasm, but I also am almost detached from it, almost like an out of body experience. Like I’m not fully inside my own skin. I press my face into Jamie’s chest, breathing hard, trying to find something solid to hold onto.
A hand moves through my hair, slow, absent, calming.
“Still with us?” comes a quiet voice, almost teasing- but soft. Jamie.
I nod against him, not trusting my voice yet.
And by the time the world comes back into focus, by the time I can breathe like myself again, I realize I missed something. “Wait, did you? Did you guys finish?”
Jamie chuckles, “Uh, yeah. We did. Maybe harder than I ever have before.”