Page 12 of Just the Three of Us

I trail kisses down her chin and neck, ravenous for any patch of skin that lets me be closer to her and give her pleasure. She smells like apples, and I know she uses that scent because all other scents give her a headache. But my aftershave has never bothered her. Go figure.

My kisses are starting to bring out small moans of pleasure from her, and I feel cockier than ever.

"Sean, I need you inside me."

I stand up and bring her with me. I start to undress her, and she's eagerly helping me with my clothes as well. She's always wearing these fantastic lacy underthings that make me hard just looking at them and now is no exception. I unclasp her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her tits are magnificent, and I start kissing and licking them. She pushes her chest forward so I can take good care of her.

Playing with her breasts is driving me crazy. I need to be inside her, but I want her drenched when I enter her. So I start suckling her nipples, gently at first testing the waters. I'm usually sharing her with John so I just follow his lead, but this moment is special, and I need to unfurl every layer of her desire so I know exactly what she needs from me.

I take off her panties and push them aside, then I take her hand and guide her to the bed. She lies down in the middle and spreads her legs apart, showing me her core. She's such a tease, but she's my tease, and I love her. I want to take care of her needs first, but I need to be inside her just like she asked me to moments before.

I settle between her legs, my cock directly at her entrance, teasing her. "Do you want my cock inside you, fucking you hard, Shannon?"

"Yes, please, Sean."

"Tell me how much you want it."

"Oh God, I need you desperately, not just your cock, but you, your body on top of me, your lips on my mouth—I need to feel all of you, Sean."

I hook my arms under her knees and bring her closer to me, then plunge inside her in one swift move. "I'm going to fuck you fast and hard, Shannon. I need to claim you as mine."

"Fuck, yes, Sean!" She yells, her tone high and desperate.

Shannon looks more beautiful than I've ever seen her, begging me to take her. My thrusts are hard and demanding, and when she opens her mouth, I kiss her, ravishing her lips. Her nipples are hard against my chest, and she's become breathless from my relentless thrusts. It's like I'm starving for her, and devouring her is the only way I can appease my craving.

I feel her nails on my back urging me to go harder and faster, and I know this will bring me to the end, but I always follow the rule 'ladies first' and use my thumb to rub her clit in a circular motion. Her moans grow louder, and I know I'm a lucky bastard to have her in my arms. Shannon's hips are thrusting faster and more erratically as if she's almost there and needs a little nudge to get over the edge, and I'm eager to be of service.

She grabs my ass, pulling me to her desperately, and I whisper in her ear, "Come for me, Shannon."

"Yes, fuck, yes!" She screams as she comes into my arms. Her pussy starts to throb around my cock, and my balls respond by tightening, getting ready for my release. It comes soon, overtaking me and driving me wild. Once every drop is inside of her, I fall to the side so as not to crush Shannon and pull her to me so she's resting on my body. I can hear her heavy breathing right alongside mine.

My claim was a little over the top, but I feel like we are a part of each other now, and nothing can change that. Shannon starts placing kisses on my cheek, and I just lie there in pure bliss.

"Do you want me to go get John?" I ask her. He's an important part of this relationship.

"Nah, he can sleep on the sofa for one night." She says.

"You've got a mean streak in you, sweetheart."

"I'm still a little bit miffed at him. I need a little more time, and I need to be in your arms tonight."

And she does. We spend the entire night claiming each other and showing our love. It's a night I'll never forget.

Chapter 8

Shannon

I’m floating in the middle of the pool, sipping on some Sangria, while I watch my two men build a barbecue pit in my backyard. Why on earth my husband thinks he needs to do things like this himself is beyond me. Of course, the view is much better than if I had some overweight handyman doing the job, and I can ogle these two as much as I want.

I chose my skimpiest bikini, and the men were salivating earlier. I played coy and told them I didn’t wish to interrupt them. Now I’m wishing we had had some fun earlier. I’ll have to wait until they’re done. How long does it take to build that thing?

I put my wine glass in a floating tray and slide into the water. It’s cool against my warm skin, and I love how it feels like a full-body caress. I swim toward the edge of the pool, close to where the men are.

“What’s taking so long?”

“We want to do things right, baby,” John answers me, giving me a sideways glance.

I lick my lips suggestively, but that fucking barbecue pit is taking up all their attention. “Maybe take a break?”

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