She nodded. “I know.”
“You want me to touch you?” I asked.
“Please,” she whimpered, and I could see her wetness shining between her thighs. My cock pressed against my jeans, insistent in its need to be released, but I ignored it as best I could. Instead, I left my jeans on and settled in front of her and showed her the small bottle in my hand.
“I’m going to use this to make sure that you’re nice and slick, okay?” I said. “If anything hurts, you just tell me to stop, and I will.”
Adrianne nodded. “Okay.” She leaned up on her elbows so that she could watch, which made my blood burn all the hotter. I opened the bottle and drizzled some onto my fingers, and then I reached out and touched her again. She jumped at the coolness, and a shiver went through her.
“When I press, push out with your muscles, okay? It'll make it easier.”
Adrianne’s face scrunched, but she nodded. When I put a little pressure on her pleated entrance, she did what I said and pushed out, and the tip of my finger disappeared into her. She gasped and froze. “Relax, Princess,” Foster murmured. “Try not to tense up.”
She glared at him, and he smiled at her fondly. He leaned down and kissed her, and she whimpered. “Touch her,” I told him, and he reached down and touched her clit. Where her body had been fighting me, now she relaxed. I pressed more of my finger inside her, stopping when her body met my hand.
“Oh,” she grunted, unsure of whether to push into the feeling or move away from it. “Ethan.” She wriggled her hips the smallest amount. “That's... I'm so hot... ”
I flicked my eyes up to Foster, and he nodded. He kept the gentle touch going with his fingers, and I began to move mine into and out of her steadily. Adrianne was panting hard, and her hips jittered irregularly. “Talk to us, Princess,” I commanded.
“It's... it's good... ” she panted.
Good isn't great, I thought and knew that Foster was on the same wavelength. I didn't stop what I was doing, but I did slow my movements. “What would make this better?” I asked. “More? Less? Stop?”
She shook her head. “Don't stop. Please, don't stop.”
“I won't,” I soothed. “I promise that I won't. Just tell me what feels good.”
I fucked into her, slow and steady, and Foster pressed against her clit a little more firmly, and Adrianne cried out. “That!” she said. “That feelssogood.”
She liked a harder touch, and that thought made my blood race through my veins. Adrianne began to quiver beneath our touch. “Are you going to come?” I asked. “Are we going to make you come while we play with your ass?”
Adrianne’s eyebrows drew together, and her body bucked into our touch. “I don’t know,” she panted. “I don’t...oh, God!” Her muscles clamped down around my finger, and her body arched as she came. Her body forced me out with the strength of the spasms of her muscles.
“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Foster murmured.
“Hottest,” I corrected.
Foster shook his head. “Beautiful,” he said. “She’s beautiful.”
Adrianne, who was slowly coming back to earth, snorted. “You’re both ridiculous.” She sat up and grabbed the front of my shirt, drawing me in for a kiss. When she pulled back, she was grinning. “I didn’t realize that would feel so good.”
“Glad to be of service,” I said and kissed her again.
Then, she turned and crawled to Foster, pushing him down onto his back. She kissed him like she was trying to climb inside him. She reached between them and positioned his cock so that he was notched against her pussy. “Do you want me?” she asked.
“More than I’ve ever wanted anyone,” he said, and it struck me howtruthfulhe sounded. I waited to feel upset over the implication that he’d fully moved on from Laura, but it didn’t happen. Instead, I was proud of him. Adrianne watched his face as she sank down onto him. They both groaned, and Adrianne began to roll her hips and ride him.
She sat back so that she looked down at him, and if I thought that she was hot before,thisAdrianne, the confident woman taking and giving pleasure, was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Foster had a dazed look on his face, like he couldn’t quite believe his luck. His hands bracketed her hips, but the movement was all Adrianne.
“Ethan,” Adrianne called, looking at me over her shoulder. I moved closer, and her hand shot out to grab the fly of my jeans. My breath hissed out of me. I had been hard for so fucking long, but I hadn’t realized just how much I needed her to touch me until she did. “Open it,” she huffed, hips still working against Foster. “Take it out for me.”
Electricity zipped down my spine. My hands shook just a little as I popped the button on my jeans and pulled the zipper down. I pushed the jeans and my boxers down enough that my cock sprang free, red and the tip leaking. Adrianne eyed me, and her tongue peeked out from between her teeth. She reached out and wrapped her hand around me, and I grunted.
Adrianne stroked me as she rode Foster, and we were totally within her power. “Adrianne,” Foster groaned, canting his hips upward, disrupting her rhythm.
She shook her head, but she picked up her own pace, both in her hips and her hand on me. “Stay with me,” she said, and Foster’s eyes took on a glassy look. “You both come when I say so.”
Her thumb swirled over the sensitive head of my dick, and my balls drew up. “Say so soon, okay, Princess?” I grunted.