Page 56 of Be With Us: An Urban Foursome Love Story

She was going to cum, like an avalanche crashing down the side of a mountain, there was no stopping it, she’d boiled over.

As she climaxed she went silent, her eyes screwed shut and her mouth wide open as Cassian continued to plough into her from behind.

She saw stars, as her fingers and toes tingled and spread out, curling and flexing. She began to shake and convulse and suddenly Cassian pulled out of her and she fell forward, coiling into a tight ball as the powerful orgasm wracked her body.

She shook and throbbed and breathed and moaned as wave after wave of pleasure spread throughout her body.

Then Cassian was pulling her up again and rolling her over.

He wasn't done with her.

She felt weak and wobbly, and barely able to move. Then she looked back at him and saw that he was still hard.

Slowly, she sat upright and shuffled towards him, taking his manhood in her palm and sliding her hand up and down it once as she brought it close to her mouth, letting it touch the edge of her lips.

Teasing him.

Then she took him in as deep as she could, running her tongue over his head and slowing down to look up at him, his eyes meeting hers with such love and affection that hers filled with tears for a moment.

‘I love you,’ he said.

She slid him further into her, going as far as she could manage into her throat and then she rocked back and forth whilst looking up, her fingers closed tight around his shaft.

She could tell he was going to cum, so she sped up, squeezing her lips around him as his stomach tightened, his abs popping and straining.

She reached up and cupped his balls as he groaned, and then a moment later she felt them retract and pulse as her mouth filled with his warm seed.

She melted as she felt him pumping into her throat and she kept sliding back and forth, teasing every last drop out of him as he buckled.

She loved doing this to him. She loved making his knees go weak.

She loved him.

He fell forward onto the bed beside her and she lay down resting her head on his chest, feeling and listening to it rise and fall, slower and slower as he recovered. His whole body was covered in a sheen of sweat and Emilia found it intoxicating, as though it was a pheromone that she couldn't resist.

She found herself getting aroused again. It was as though making love with Amy and Mark had sparked some animal instinct in them both. Something primal. A powerful urge to reclaim each other, but it wasn’t driven by jealously. It was driven by love and lust.

‘I love you too,’ she said, looking at up him.

Without opening his eyes, Cassian leaned down and kissed her on the top of the head.

Emilia turned, still wrapped inside the warm embrace of his arm, and looked across to the window. The sun had risen higher into the sky and the golden light of the morning was brightening into daylight. Out across the garden she could see a fine mist drifting through the trees.

It reminded her of the morning they had arrived at the spa. How the drive over through the valley, filled with clouds and mist, had been so beautiful. How the trees by the pool had felt mysterious. How it had made her feel isolated, yet safe.

In the morning, they’d all made love again. All of them together. Then they’d breakfasted and parted ways, but since then, they had heard nothing.

Amy hadn’t called or texted, and she and Cassian hadn’t talked about it until just now. It was as though it hadn’t happened.

Emilia didn’t want that.

‘Did you like making love with them?’ she said timidly, her fingers idly playing with the hair on her husbands chest.

Cassian breathed deeply, Emilia’s head rising and falling with each breath. He reached up and smoothed his hand over her long blonde hair, running his fingers through the soft strands.

‘Yes,’ he said.

Emilia looked up at him excitedly smiling.

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