Content Warning: FFM, threesome

Yes I do use semicolons in this piece. I like them. Fuck AI.

There is always a moment of hesitation and anticipation. The three us are there in the room. You sit on the edge of the bed. She and I are next to you. Who makes the move?

She does. Your eyes are on me, but she turns them to her, tips your face up, and you see that hint of desire like fire in her eyes. She kisses you with soft lips that taste like candy. You taste it even as she pulls away, the remnant of her lip gloss. You lick your lips to remember the taste.

She is next to you now, on the bed, unbuttoning your shirt, kissing your neck, and your hands are in her hair pulling her close as you gasp. You feel the cool air of the room on your skin as your shirt falls open, and she unclasps your bra. Her lips trace the line of your breasts, and the goosebumps ripple across your flesh.

The bed shifts, and you feel me behind you. My shirt is already gone. You lean back against me as her mouth travels lower. There is heat. You savor the feel of your back against my chest, the touch of skin on skin. I bend and gently nip at the back of your neck. You are awash with sensation. We are all around you.

She slides lower, looks into your eyes, and you know the lust she feels. You lean back into me and lift your hips. She slides your panties down, and they fade into the darkness of the room. Your legs spread as she moves between them. Cry out as she kisses your thighs, her tongue getting closer and closer to your heat. The room smells of sex. The sweat of our bodies binds us. You shudder against me. I cup your breasts; you feel my breath in your ear. Everything coils.

When she first tastes you, you buck wildly against her, but I hold you down. Your words are gone. There are only gasps and whimpers. She works you with her lips, tongue, and fingers. You shudder and shake. It is almost too much. Your hands know your body’s need. You reach down, pull her in by her hair, and she almost coos as she presses her lips hard against you and draws her tongue up and over. She never stops just sets the pace. She knows you want release. Your voice is gone; you cannot even beg for it.

“Let go…” my voice in your ear, and the permission sets you free.

You explode on her tongue. Her mouth wet is with you, and it is glorious.