Page 39 of Flames and Flowers
“I know, Danica.”
“Then take the ring,” Ash said, smoothing his thumb over my bottom lip.
I held my hand up between us, and they both slid it onto my ring finger. It was gorgeous, a manly hunk of gold with a little design on the flat face, and obviously something Danica had picked out.
“It’s an antique,” she told me. “I’m sorry I don’t have another heirloom to give you, but this one is valuable.”
“Sweetheart,” I told her, “it’s the most valuable thing I’ve ever received. I don’t care if you got it from a gumball machine.”
“She definitely didn’t get it from a gumball machine,” Ash said dryly.
“I love it,” I told them, honestly.
“Good,” he said. “Because you’re wearing it in public.”
“I know.”
Then he kissed me.
Then she kissed me.
Then I watched as they kissed each other, and that was it. My dick was up. They started making out, really going at it as they knelt above me, high on the romantic thrill of what they’d just done, maybe, and I tossed the covers back, sitting up to join them.
Yup. I was awake now.
I grabbed Danica, tearing her away from Ash, and she squealed as I tossed her down on the pillows. I kissed her like we hadn’t kissed in days, though kissing her was pretty much the last thing I did last night before I fell asleep. I kissed my way down her body, greedily, tearing off the tank top and panties she’d put on for some ridiculous reason.
I’d told her many times, this bed was a no-clothing zone.
At least Ash got that memo.
He was already naked when he started kissing the tits I’d just bared for him. I watched him lick her nipples and start sucking on her, making her gasp, as I went down on her.
We gave her the double-mouth treatment, which was always a guaranteed hit, both of us alternating between nipples and clit, pausing occasionally as we got distracted by making out. We took our time, because who was in a rush? We had shit to do today, but who cared?
I made damn sure it was my mouth on Danica’s pussy when she came, though, because she and her husband just gave me a ring, and this moment wasmine. Ash kissed her mouth, slowly, as she came, muffling her cries. And while she shuddered in the aftermath of her orgasm, I slid up and kissed her myself.
“I love you,” she whispered, just as I said, “I love you so fucking much.” I told her again, several times, as we kissed… as Ash slipped a hand between us and grabbed my hard dick.
He stroked me slowly as I kissed her, patiently, which wasn’t always his style in bed—but I knew how much he liked to watch. So I decided to fuck her, just a little, while he waited for his turn.
I slid into her warmth; she was sopping wet from her orgasm, and I watched her face as I took her, again and again. She was practically out of breath, trying to keep up. She was so smooth, all her soft, flowing curves… everything was always sweetness with Danica.
But she was fire, too.
Her bright eyes holding mine, her hungry cries, the way her hips drove against mine, wanting more, more, more. She came a second time, on my dick, with a series of soft screams, and I kissed her as my head spun out. Then I pulled out.
I had to stop if I was gonna last.
I turned to kiss Ash. He was lying beside us, still watching, his hand drifting over my ass, my hip. His hand found my cock again, wet from Danica’s body, and he groaned as I shoved my tongue into his mouth. I slid a hand down his hard shaft and squeezed his balls, tugging.
Then I shoved at his hip and he flipped over.
I threw a knee over his hips, climbing over him. I dipped my thumb between Danica’s legs, smearing her wetness around, making her shiver. Then I slicked my wet thumb between his firm ass cheeks, over his tight hole, and pushed it into him, groaning as his body bore down on me. Tight and smooth, like a silken fist.
Then I removed my thumb and pushed my cockhead in, working my way deeper with each thrust.
Ash groaned, his muscles relaxing, and I slipped in, deeper. I gripped the hair at the back of his head, nipped his neck with my teeth. I felt him shiver beneath me, his muscles clenching me tighter. Deeper and deeper until he’d taken it all… I’d filled him, and his heat washed through me as I pushed against his limits.
