Page 29 of Room One Twenty Eight
Enzo
One Year Later
Watching my wife lie in the sun, her bare skin golden as she soaks up the warmth, my heart flip flops in my chest. God, but I love that woman. Even from my approach out of the water towards her, I can see her rings glinting in the sun. Three of them, one for each of her husbands,
Her hand moves, coming to her stomach, her hand scooping warm salty water over herself. Stopping a few feet from her, I stare down at her until my shadow makes her smile. I grin too because she’s so fucking cute.
“Always protecting me somehow, aren’t you daddy?”
Grunting at her, I drop down on the sand beside her, bringing her left hand to my lips. “That’s my job, babydoll, I am a bodyguard for one client—one sweet, perfect, good girl body.”
Sighing as I press kisses over her hot skin, she bends her knee up, knowing my hand is going to go between her thighs. Of course, I am going to touch her when she is lying out here bare. We have told her not to tempt us, but she lives to do just that.
“I love you laying in the sunshine,” I whisper against her breast, sucking noisily at her budded nipple.
“I love you in the dark,” she shoots back, arching beneath my mouth. I smile against her skin as I start rubbing my fingers over her needy spot, watching how her skin turns pink from my touch—not the sun.
We’ve been on our second honeymoon for almost a week Not that every single day in our home is not like a honeymoon. We still never get enough of each other. Tomas and Mateo can’tkeep their hands off of her, me or each other, but we all love it this way.
It has been the best two years of my life. Finding Luna was akin to finding a lost part of myself. Whatever I was missing before her, before Mateo and Tomas, it has been replaced. Memories of our days laughing or even crying together, nights of lovemaking and secrets whispered in the quiet, it has taken up all the emptiness.
Luna gets spoiled by her husbands, even if she has long ago told us to stop. There was never any stopping it. Because we know she loves it. She loves finding new plushies in her bed or diamond earrings on her pillow. She loves days full of orgasms from each of us or nights laughing together over terrible science fiction movies.
“I love you, babydoll,” I whisper as I drag her down the sand until the waves crash over us.
“I love you, daddy,” she hums, moaning as I thrust inside of her, the water rocking our bodies.
As I take her in the sand, our bodies wet, our cries loud against the waves, I smile. Tipping my head back, I open my mouth to take Tomas in past my lips. Mateo is on the other side, pushing himself inside her mouth.
We will make love a dozen ways under the sun. Living out our blissful honeymoon until the sun goes down. Then we will lie beneath the island moon and talk and laugh and love one another until we can do it all again.
Luna
Being loved is the best gift I have ever been given.
Lying in the warm sand, I am trembling with pleasure beneath the heat. Enzo is over me, thrusting into me in a slow, deep rhythm, his mouth grunting even as he wraps it aroundTomas. I turn my head with a smile as I feel Mateo pushing at my mouth.
I am here to please them, to make them feel good, to give back even a modicum of what they have given me. I cry out in pleasure as they take me, as they touch me, as they tease me. I have known pleasure with my three husbands that is bigger and better than any dream could ever be.
I was such a mess before them. Well, now I am a different kind of mess. I still stumble over my own feet, drop just about anything that is put in my hands, and I have injured each of them during lovemaking at least once. Now I am just a different sort of mess, I suppose.
“Yes, yes, please,” I cry out as Enzo moves harder, my mouth closing back over Mateo before he can punish me.
Punishment is my very favorite thing. I am a good girl almost all of the time. We still play good girl games. But sometimes I misbehave on purpose. If Enzo spanks me or uses my mouth for hours or Mateo ties me up and eats me until I ache, or Tomas uses a riding crop on my backside while he’s buried down my throat, I don’t consider it punishment at all.
We make love of all kinds. Sometimes it is just me and Enzo, as I share the bed with him most often. I spend nights with Mateo too, sometimes without either of us sleeping a wink. Sometimes Tomas and I get carried away while we’re baking cookies. Other times we’re all together in the hot tub or sweating and filthy in the huge bed we share.
Those rules they set our night at Club Sin still stand. I have to use my words. I have to call them daddy. Most importantly—my pleasure comes first. Even if they have control, even if they set a hundred more rules for me to be a good girl and follow, they always take care of me first.
Moaning as I start to come, I swallow harder, sucking Mateo deeper into my throat. My skin is on fire, and I am shaking withpleasure. Mateo stops, jerkin in my mouth as he comes, setting off a domino effect. With a grunt, Enzo comes inside of me, his mouth closing tighter around Tomas. I come as all three of them shudder around me, their moans throaty and hot.
“Yes, yes, I love you. I love you….” I shout as I collapse on the sand.
Each of my husbands takes my left hand, kissing it gently before they drag me into the water. We frolic and play in the water until the sun starts to fade in the skies. Tomas will cook us fresh fish they caught, and Enzo will rub my pink skin down with creams to protect me. Mateo will tend to all of us before we spend one more night in paradise.
If you ask me, every single day with them is another day in paradise.
Tomas
