Page 170 of Once a Month

“Do you want to watch while I touch her here?” she asks.

“Yes,” she says, drinking her wine.

I love her. I take her hand, and we move to the sofa. They follow us and stand in front, with the table between us. I kiss her neck and run my hand over her dress. She watches as the women in front of us kiss and make sounds. My eyes are closed, but those sounds drive me wild, so I unzip her dress.

“Can’t wait?” she asks.

“No,” I say, sucking a nipple into my mouth.

She holds me there.

“Can I see?” she asks.

I don’t know what she means, so I turn my head to look. I watch as my friend holds up her dress, and now I can see her wife’s hand moving inside her panties.

“So sexy,” she says.

She’s right. I move my hand between her legs, and she spreads them for me. I stroke her softly, knowing she’s probably a little sore, but I don’t stop until she comes.

“More wine, my love?” the woman asks her wife when she comes down from her orgasm as well.

“Yes,” she says. “Then, let’s go swimming. We can all take a shower together after.”

They don’t wait for us to say anything before they grab their glasses from the kitchen and then disappear out our back door. I climb on top of her, settling between her hips.

“I love you,” I say.

“I love you, too,” she replies.

“They’ll be out there for at least a half-hour. Want to go to bed?” I ask.

“Will you hold me?” she asks.

“Always, baby,” I say, kissing her sweet lips. “Always.”

When our friends finally come inside, it’s well after four in the morning. We were nearing sleep and not up for anything else with them, so they showered by themselves and went to sleep in one of our guest rooms. We don’t have many rules in our relationship when it comes to sex, but we do have one, and it’s important.

“Are you too sore?” I ask her.

“Never,” she replies.

The one rule is that no matter how we start the night, or who we’re with, at the end of the night – or, as is often the case, in the morning – we always end up with each other. I’m the last person to touch her; she’s the final person to touch me. Then, we go to sleep holding on to one another. I roll on top of her, kissing her lips first and then her neck. She’s so soft, I could kiss her forever. And I plan to.

“Take me slowly,” she says.

“I know just what to do,” I say, kissing her again.

“You always know just what to do,” she replies.

I kiss her entire body, every bit of skin. She rolls over for me so I can make sure not to miss a single spot. By the time her hips are pressing down into our high-thread-count sheets, I know it’s time. I reach between her legs and move inside from behind. I’ve already pulled out her favorite vibrator, so I move it between her legs, pressing it against her clit. I turn it on and let her do the rest.

“Oh, fuck,” she says into the mattress.

“Good?” I ask.

“I’m going to come,” she says.

“You just started,” I reply, moving in and out slowly.

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