Page 93 of Four Times Forever

As soon as they were off me, Eric's lips tickled the bottom of my foot. I moaned, stroking his neck with my other foot. I licked my lip as he continued his slow kisses up the inside of my leg.

Ryan's milky caramel chest rose and fell. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

"Turn that off," he said, cocking his head at the TV.

Getting comfortable, he groaned and pointed the camera at us. I didn't know what I was supposed to do, whether or not I was supposed to start performing. Eric took the decision away from me. His thumbs pressed into my upper thighs, and I threw my head back. My throat went dry when he started rubbing the pelvic bones surrounding my pussy area.

"You've been a good fiancée, haven't you? That pussy is so red." Eric rumbled, and my walls tightened. "Clit too," he continued, his breath catching as his thumbs tried to land me in a psychiatric ward. "It's throbbing. Do you need some relief?" he asked.

My heart seized up on me, and I vibrated a little. Biting my bottom lip, I nodded.

"You need a good massage, don't you?" he asked, spitting on his fingers.

I was parched. My nipples hurt so bad. I nodded again.

One hand flattened onto my pussy lips, and his other wet fingers slid onto my oh, so tender and hard clit.

"Uh!" I gasped, my eyes hot with tears. He started rubbing my pussy lips, up and down, so close and so far away from my sopping wet hole. And he stroked my clit until my body caught fire. I was thrashing about, growing delirious when his hot mouth came down on mine, his wet tongue marrying my own. I stopped falling off the edge of madness, the cure in his solid body against mine, and I clutched onto his face, weeping.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he managed, his lips red and full after kissing me silly.

"Please," I murmured.

He settled in between my legs and took me to fucking utopia, where all the stars were shades of blue and soft purple, millions of them gathered together boasting their beauty.

"Eric," I held him tight.

If I didn't, I might break apart, just like those stars, and join them in that galaxy. He was keeping me whole.

"My love," he groaned.

My wetness slapped against him. I tightened with the intention to suck him deeper inside me, keep him there, never set him free again.

"Fuck, Lily," he groaned my name, long and slow before locking his lips to mine again.

We rode together and died together in that bed.

I forgot Ryan was even filming still, until his voice rasped next to us. "That was fucking hot. Ready for another round?" he asked, putting the phone away when Eric pulled out.

I laughed, full and free. "Give me a couple hours."

He looked down at himself. "I think this will hold for a couple hours."

I gasped. He amazed me every time he did that.

Eric flopped onto his back and pulled me into a hug next to him. And like it was meant to be, Matt, Ethan...and Ryan, moved closer to wrap their bodies around some part of me. Matt's face was pressed up against my ass. Ethan was at the foot of the bed, taking possession of one of my legs. Ryan placed gentle kisses against my spine before nestling in behind Matt's head. Something told me he had a reason for that.

Smiling to myself, I sighed. "This is perfect."

Eric kissed the top of my head.

"I'm so happy I can share your bed again," Ryan reached over to stroke my waist.

"Yeah, don't fuck it up," Ethan grumbled.

"Welcome back, bro," Eric yawned.

"You know what else would be perfect?" I kissed Eric's chest. "Getting married in Paris."

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