Halley
Oh my God! Oh my God! My eyes roll back in my head at the first touch of Keelo’s tongue. It’s clear he’s taking his task extremely seriously, lapping up mine and Eot’s wetness.
Everything about what’s happened here this evening is obscene, in the most decadent, hedonistic way. And I’ve loved every second.
Even now, tingles are building between my legs, the result of Keelo’s ministrations.
The feelings are softer than what Eot and I just experienced, probably because I’m so spent I can barely hold up my own head.
But there’s something sweet about the way Keelo is obeying Eot—sweet and trusting, and it’s making my oncoming orgasm gentler, kinder, although no less powerful.
When it rolls through me, I ride the waves, letting my body and Keelo’s tongue do the work. My eyes flutter closed, and I grip Eot’s hand, imagining the look of gob-smacked awe I know is on his face at the sight of Keelo following his command.
When I come to, I can barely open my eyes—that’s how satisfied I am. How safe I feel. I hear Eot giving Keelo permission to touch himself, and I feel Eot’s laugh when he realizes Keelo’s already come in his breeches, the taste of us both enough to send him over the edge.
I muster enough energy to shift farther to one side and motion for Keelo to climb into the hammock with Eot and me.
“I need to be held,” I tell him, my words slurred. "I need to be held by both my guys.”