Page 142 of Giddy Up, Daddy

It makes me more desperate. I deepen the kiss, pushing my tongue inside her mouth, claiming her. It’s as if I think this one moment can change what seems to be a foregone conclusion.

Nate stands and out of the corner of my eye I see him walk over and dismiss the carriage driver, then reach into the carriage and bring out a soft blanket that he carries to a flat grassy spot beside the river beneath the oak trees. I didn't even know we had a blanket, but Nate’s like a boy scout. Always prepared. The carriage driver climbs down from his spot and starts to hike up to the house where his car is. I feel bad for the man, but I’ll make it up to him with a generous bonus.

Nate comes back, and breaks our kiss by taking both our hands. “Hey,” he teases, "what about me? Don’t I get some of that?”

Elle kisses him while I nibble on his neck. His hands wrap around us, one hand on her ass, one hand on mine. When the kiss breaks, he leads us over to the blanket. He’s doing everything I should be doing, taking charge, putting himself in a role that is not his because he knows I can’t. I’ll have to reward him. Later. When we’re alone. After.

I can’t think about that so I push the thoughts out of my head and pull Elle’s sweater over her head. She shivers. There’s a slight breeze making it chilly, but we’ll keep her warm.

Her hands find the buttons on my shirt and make quick work of undoing them and pulling it off me. I do Nate’s. Pants arenext. They all come off, and soon it’s just the three of us in our skivvies, our bodies pressed together in the cool afternoon air, seeking each other’s heat.

We all pull back for a moment, our gazes glassy and lust-filled, silently checking in with each other. Elle presses a hand to each of our chests then pants, “Touch me… Daddies.”

As if the words unlock something deep within me, all my reservations float away on the wind. I grab her hand and pull her to the blanket, kneeling in front of her, both of us on her knees. Nate takes his spot behind her. He kisses her neck while I slip off her bra and lavish attention on her breasts. I suck a nipple into my mouth, laving it with my tongue, until it beads and Elle moans from pleasure. I move to the other breast and repeat the process.

“Such a good girl for your Daddies,” I whisper thickly around her nipple, still in my mouth.

Pulling back, I meet Nate’s gaze over the top of her head. He nods at me. I slip my hand down to her mound, and push away the triangle slip of silk covering her pussy, sliding a finger between her soft folds. Nate does the same, coming in from behind her.

Her body undulates to meet our touch. “Please,” she whispers. “Please, I want you so much.”

“We want you too, babygirl.” So much, and for far more than just sex, far longer than just today. But I don’t say that and push my boxers down, sliding the fabric to my knees. Elle wraps her hand around my cock, stroking it.

Her touch feels like coming home and I know I’ll never crave another woman’s touch as long as I live. My finger slips inside her tight channel, and her walls tighten around it, responsive to my touch. Nate’s hand covers mine as he reaches around to tease her clit.

“Oh!” She moans when he finds it. Her back arches, straining her body between ours. “Oh... please. Yes.”

I fuck her with my finger, and she gives me a hand job at the same time. I reach for Nate’s other hand with my free one, and we hold tight, connecting ourselves while devoted to showering our girl with pleasure.

“Stop!” she cries out as I come far too close to bringing her to completion with just my finger. “No. No, I’m not ready for it to be over.”

Neither am I. I can’t slow down though, can’t stop, can’t do anything but savor every second and try to prolong what I fear is inevitable.

But I pull my hand away, wrap my hand around hers on my cock, and push closer, teasing my cockhead against her slick entrance, then look over her shoulders at Nate, who’s still teasing her clit. “Did you happen to bring any lube?” I already know the answer is no.

He shakes his head, pulling his hand away. She whimpers at the loss of us, we’re only concerned about all our pleasure. If this is the last time, we have to make the most of it, make sure it’s good for everybody, even though I’m still in denial.

“Come on baby, let’s lay you down.” I help her unfold her legs from underneath her and gently lower her onto the blanket. I straddle her hips while Nate positions himself near her head, his cock dangling in her face.

She giggles, but I see the tears in her eyes. “Come on Daddies,” she whispers. “Use me up.”

A phrase that usually turns me on, threatens to deflate me. I lean down to kiss her gain, and teasingly lick the tip of Nate’s cockhead as I pull away. “Mmmm.” I lick my lips. “Yummy. Both of you.”

“Daddy,” she whines. “I need you. I need your cock inside me. Please.”

“Well how can I deny a request like that?” The corners of my mouth turn up, and I line my cock up with her entrance, pushing the head between her soft pussy lips. She smiles, and gives a soft shudder, then tilts her head to smile up at Nate. “And I need you in my mouth, Daddy.”

We lock eyes again, in a silent count, and we both get to three, we thrust, filling her in unison. Her eyes go wide, but she smiles around Nate’s cock, then pushes her mouth around it, stroking him with her lips while I fill her pussy.

She fits me perfect, like she was made for me, like her pussy met its soulmate in my cock. I push back the hopeless thoughts of tomorrow and press on to the moment. I need to savor it, to imprint it on my brain. I’m ruined for any other women. She can’t possibly know what she does to me.

Her soft curls fan across the blanket, framing her face. She looks impossibly adorable and innocent, even with Nate’s cock stuffed between her lips.

I slowly undulate my hips, rocking them as I ride her, thrusting in and out, back and forth, pushing against her walls that clamp around my length. I run my fingertips across her shoulders, down her collarbone. I let them dance across her full breasts. The sensations tickle, and she giggles and wiggles. She’s precious. Perfect. Ours. I know it deep in the depths of my soul. Can I prove it to her?

Sex doesn’t solve everything, I know that. But right now, it’s all I’ve got. I cup her breasts and rub her nipples between my fingers, rolling the soft pink peaks until they pebble into hard nubs. Her hands come up and around, her fingers dig into the flesh of my ass cheeks as she squeezes. It’s hard, the tips digging into my skin, in a way that feels like they’ll be imprinted there forever. I hope it leaves marks.

I thrust harder, faster, filling her, letting my grief propel me forward as if the harder I fuck her I can push it from my brainsomehow. Nate is doing the same thing to her mouth, and I wonder if his thoughts are the same as mine. Elle doesn’t seem to mind, She’s smiling, licking, sucking, her fingers digging. She’s all in.

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