Page 167 of The Sun & Her Burn
I took that as ayes.
“Fuck her with me, Sebastian,” Adam ground out as he fucked the last inch of his dick inside her and ground against her ass.
The feel of his through the thin wall separating us made me dizzy, but as we both pulled out to the tip, dragging slowly through her clutching heat, I found I couldn’t breathe.
“Let’s take her apart,” Adam instructed.
And we did.
Back and forth, ebb and flow, drive and pull.
Nothing existed but this timeless act, the instinctive drive to fuck my lovers until my sense of self dissolved in the flames of our passion and I was reborn as something other.
Something that was wholly theirs.
The stars seemed to glow above us, pinwheels of bright in the dark sky, the moon a witness to the sacred way we took each other apart.
Linnea came, and we didn’t stop for even a second.
When she came again, Adam pressed her deeper into my torso so our sweat-slick skin slid together and he could reach our mouths. He kissed her and then kissed me, her on the in stroke, me on the outstroke.
This is it, I thought as Linnea’s sixth orgasm tore through her and Adam ate the cry from her lips,this is why I’m alive.
“Come for me,” Adam told me as he broke from Linnea, feeling my hips stutter in our rhythm. “Come for her. I want us to brand her from the inside out with our cum.”
That was all it took.
One last thrust and I was breaking apart, melding with her, with him, until I felt I could hear their individual heartbeats,their names sweet as honey in my mouth as I shouted through the climax.
When Adam came moments later, he pulled out of her ass to do it, holding Linnea down on top of me, pinning me in the process so that he could jack off onto the place my cock still spilled seed into her pussy. The splash of his hot cum against my balls and the nearly swollen, closed clutch of her cunt made Linnea and me both climax a little harder.
I held her close as she shivered in the come down, peppering her face with kisses because her breath was ragged and I knew how hard it was to get back into your own skin after subspace took her spiraling to the heavens. Adam’s big, rough hand gently massaged his cum into her pussy, working it up inside her along my softening cock, over my balls and taint before he collected the semen he’d earlier pumped into my ass that had leaked out and fucked it softly back inside me.
“Wow,” Linnea breathed when Adam finally stopped his smug playing and rolled to the blanket beside me, taking her by the hip to land her carefully between our bodies. It was only then I realized she was crying, soundless tears dripping down her beautiful cheeks.
I cupped one, rubbing my thumb through the salty trails. “Are you okay,trottolina amore? Was it too much?”
She shook her head fiercely, and her eyes, when they pierced mine, were bright with tears and bone-deep contentment. “It was perfect.”
“Yes,” Adam agreed on a long sigh, holding her from behind and reaching up above her head for my hand. The moment I gave it to mine, he twined our fingers. “Paradise, I think, isn’t so much a place as it is a person.” There was a smile in his voice as he added, “Two people who redefine my universe. Nothing feels so impossible with you.”
“I love you both,” Linnea said softly as if her throat couldn’t bear the weight of the words. “So much, it scares me.”
“It scares me, too,” Adam admitted, raising on an elbow so I could finally see his beloved face. ““I could end entire galaxies with what I feel for you.”
“There’s no need for that,” I murmured in a threadbare voice as reality rushed back in and I remembered this was the last time I would hold them like this, love them like this. Just as we began, we were already ended. The tragedy of it threatened to eat me alive. “I just want you to love me enough to create one universe. That impossible universe where we can be together.”
It was cruel to say so when I knew that future was already dead in the water, but my words lit those two pairs of eyes, one verdant green and the other colour of purpled twilight, with so much love I could feel it on my skin like sunlight.
Linnea drew her fingernail across the skin over my heart, biting deep enough for me to hiss. I didn’t object, though, watching her concentration as she drew one circle through another and then another, all three overlapping almost like a bastardized Venn diagram.
“The three of us,” she told me, pressing her palm to the small heart, her gaze hot on my face, tears cooling on her cheeks that made me realize I had tears on mine, too.
“One day,” Adam vowed, leaning over Linnea to press his own hand over hers on my heart, his expression reverent and solemn as if taking vows before a congregation. “One day.”
And only I knew that day would never come.
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