Your tongue is in my mouth while the taste of her cunt still lingers on my lips. Can you taste her, smell her, feel her presence as the hunger between us grows?
I’m still thinking of her as your cock is in my hand; imagining her body, soft and supple beneath you, as you sink into her. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. My cunt clenches as I think of you fucking her.
I whisper her name into your ear and you kiss me harder as I ask … ‘Do you want to fuck her?’ It’s a simple question, but all you can do is groan in answer as you strip me bare.
My hand slides up and down your length as your mouth dips to my breast, one nipple encased as you suck, lick and satisfy. The other burns beneath your touch as you pinch. Pinch. Pinch. A response to the ever-growing speed with which I’m pumping your dick.
I can feel the smile creeping across my face as you come, hot, sticky warmth trickling onto my fingers. Fingers that are still laced with the scent of her …
Fingers that I now put to work in your absence as the memories of those moments flutter back into my mind. Hungry, aching, wanton need is pulsing through my veins. I can’t wait until I can have you again.
I’d like to have you both.
Again and again.