“Wow, you’re right. This is big. Can we go ahead and make love before I figure out what to do with that?”
His arms wrap around me. I’ve never felt so precious. Never felt so loved. His desperation to connect with me is tangible. We’re a tangle of arms, clothes, bodies…until we’re naked and joined on the sofa.
This time is different, slower and more deliberate, in contrast to the lust-filled session earlier. The weight of his body only partially rests on me, but it bonds us and connects us from our heads to our toes. Who could ever complain about Missionary? It’s so intimate. His strokes are slow, giving me a chance to stretch around his thickness over and over again.
“I love you,” I whisper into his ear.
His chest and his cock swell. “I love you too, Baby Doll. Don’t leave me.”
“I won’t.” I’m pretty sure I mean it.
His thrusts grow harder, his breaths more labored, and with each slide of his cock into me, my orgasm builds. My arms wrap around him, keeping me grounded as I spiral toward climax.
He grunts over me, his release filling my womb. “I want to give you babies, so bad.”
I want that too. But my mind goes to Lincoln. I miss that he’s not here with us. Angling my head toward the side, I see him standing at the edge of the living room. He’s watching.
That’s enough to let me surrender. The orgasm hits me so hard my world shatters. I’m blank. I’m bliss. I’m theirs.
Thirteen
Lincoln
Sittingatmydesk,I can’t hold a coherent thought. Everything takes me back to Natalie, my angel. How can we hide our relationship when we have to go back to work? Everyone will be able to tell I’ve fallen for her.
Is it too soon to ask her to quit and live with us? Would she even be willing to? Will we both get fired if word gets out? Jefferson was supposed to be here temporarily, but we could make it permanent. How would that work with his son?
My mind is in chaos.
How did sex lessons turn into love? Damn Jefferson for saying out loud that he loved her. She hasn’t said it back, though.
Jefferson knocks on my open door and continues into my office, closing the door behind him. I’d expected details on his meeting with our neighbor lawyer who’s helping him fight for custody. Instead, he hits me with wanting to have sex alone with Natalie in case she rejects him for having a kid.
Jealousy almost gets the best of me, but in the end, I want this to work with all three of us. It feels right. If we all want it, surely we can work out the complications. And it turns out I’d been wrong about Jefferson not fighting for his son years ago. He’d tried and lost, and it had been in his downward spiral that he’d taken up the devil-may-care attitude. All the more reason I should help him now.
I just don’t want him to make love to Natalie without me there. It’s a fair request though. We’ll see if she agrees to it.
The computer screen dutifully shifts between emails as I click. Not a single word on the screen can hold my attention over the intimate sounds coming from the living room. He didn’t even take her to bed.
Tension wracks my entire body. I need them. Stretching my neck from side to side fails to calm me. It’s too much. I promised not to interfere, but I didn’t say anything about watching.
Angel’s moans are caught at a fever pitch. She’s hanging on the edge of orgasm. Jefferson’s large body on top of her petite one, her legs wrapped around his, and the sounds of sex as he slides through her tight pussy have my erection straining.
I’m a man of my word.
From the doorway, I watch, praying that if she can’t deal with his news, she’ll still give me a shot. Or would it be better to let her walk away from thelessons? I don’t want to get her fired. Why so many damn rules in the workplace?
The fact that I couldn’t work because I was thinking of my admin is one answer. The fact that I’m watching my brother’s cock slide in and out of her as he ruts into my angel is another. They all point to distraction, but whether I work with her or not, that would be a problem.
I want to reach between them and circle her little nub with my fingers to help her clench the orgasm.
Their passionate whispers don’t quite make it to my ears in a discernable fashion, excluding me from their moment. Jealousy boils hotter but I keep my distance.
I find peace in what I promised. I gave permission, as did she, apparently. The sensual tangle of lovers awakens the voyeur in me. And the fact that Jefferson and I are identical physically makes their carnal embrace fascinating at a whole new level.
She writhes and moans under him, so close to release. I want to see her face when she falls apart. What I don’t expect is for her to open her eyes. Like she did with Jefferson when she was riding me earlier. She quickly finds me, and I swear, I’m the puzzle piece that helps her reach climax.
There’s nothing like pure ecstasy on your lover’s face. And I love watching my twin put it there.