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I didn’t have to take my pants off because Margot’s hands were already doing all the work. My dick was begging for her and the second her fingertips grazed my erection I shut my eyes. Everything about her drove me crazy and I had to pace myself or I’d devour her in one gulp.
I hurried out of my shirt, tossing it to the side and Margot’s soft hands slid along my chest. No matter what alter she was Sutton’s touch was always full of love.
“I think after we make love, Sutton will probably come back,” she said, touching the side of my face. “I just want you to know how much you mean to me in case I don’t show up for a while. You’re everything I’ve always wanted, Lennox.” I knew she was crying happy tears but still, seeing them shimmer in her eyes then roll down her cheeks made my chest hurt.
I pushed her legs back and penetrated her wet heat. I let out a string of curse words while I adjusted to how fucking good she felt wrapped around my cock. Her legs draped over my broad shoulders while I dug deep hoping I touched her and Sutton.
“Lennox!” She moaned, digging her nails in my back urging me deeper. I picked up the pace and thrust in and out of her wet pussy with reckless abandon. The slippery sound her tight little cunt made every time I plunged into her was intoxicating. I was willing to overdose on it.
The bed screamed beneath our bodies while I fucked Margot the way she wanted to be fucked. The way she deserved to be fucked.
Like I loved her.
I made her pretty pussy so wet that her river ran down my shaft coating every vein. She was so sweet I had to stop stroking her so I could taste. My tongue turned Margot into a beast the way she groaned and begged for the lord. She gripped two fistfuls of my hair while I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue. When I sucked on her tender nub, she bucked against my face like she was riding a bull.
“Good girl, Margot. Fuck my face.” I said with my lips against the lips between her thick thighs. She rolled her hips and I lost myself. I drank from her like she was everlasting life.
When I came up, I kissed her while I drove my cock into pussy all over again. Every muscle in my body worked toward giving Margot the ultimate orgasm. I wanted her to strangle the life out of my dick.
After a few long strokes, she gave me exactly what I was looking for. Her pussy clamped down all around me. I couldn’t move an inch. She held me in place and I wasn’t complaining at all.
“Fuck,” I groaned as I finally shot my load. She shuddered against me again, her body spent from merciless orgasms.
I didn’t know who I wanted more, Margot or Sutton.
Fuck.
Things would be so simple if I could meld them together. I didn’t know if that were possible but it’s what I wanted. I still felt like I was cheating on Sutton with Margot, even though I knew better.
“God, I needed that,” Margot sighed happily after I slipped out of her warmth and rolled over on my back. “I’m guessing Sutton doesn’t relieve stress with dick?”
“Nah. Not at all. She mostly plays the piano when she’s stressed.”
“I still don’t get that. Doesn’t she feel something when she sits there? Tension, danger, anything?” Margot sat up and looked at me, her chocolate hair sweeping to one side.
“She’s most relaxed at the piano, actually.” I thought about all the times I tried to kiss her or touch her while she was at the piano and paused. “You know what? She never lets me touch her when she’s at the piano. She tenses up and turns into a block of ice. I never knew what it was about playing that made her behave like that. Before, I thought she was just a stickler for practice but now…” I let my words fade.
“So even though most of her memories are with me, she feels them. I can feel some of hers too. Probably explains why I fell so hard and fast for you.” She reached out and touched my face.
“You fell so hard and fast because I’m the shit.” I pulled her close and nibbled on her neck until she laughed. It was so loud and beautiful. It was enough to chase winter away and bring in spring.
“I should try the journaling thing, Dr. Adler suggested…right?”
“Right. Sutton wants to establish communication,” I told her. She didn’t seem to buy it though. She shook her head then laid on my shoulder.
“I can feel that she hates me though. I’m sure she wants to talk the bottom line is she doesn’t want me in her headspace, Lennox. There’s no way around that.”
“Just try. Nothing is easy when you first start. Nothing ever flows without work. You and Sutton have to work together. I’m here for you every step of the way no matter who you are or when you show up.” I kissed her cheek and handed her the journal Sutton kept. There were already a few entries inside.
Margot read over them silently while I went around the bedroom picking up clothes since it looked like a tornado blew through after Margot and I finished fucking.
“I don’t know what the hell to say to her.”
“Tell her how it feels being a part of her. Tell her that you hold memories that she’s repressing. Sutton isn’t very warm and open but that might change once you two start communicating.” I was hopeful even though Margot didn’t look that way. She sucked in a deep breath and found a pen on the nightstand then she started to write.
I gave her some time to herself and decided to get in the shower.
My life had done some weird kind of spin and I landed right in the middle of two women who were the exact same yet so different. I’d never be able to explain it. I barely understood it.
