Foster was there to extract her from in between us. He helped her to stretch out on the bed and grabbed her some water and a towel to clean her with. She accepted both of these, but she studied him almost warily. “You don’t want me?”
He nearly fell off the bed, the shock was so great. “What in the hell are you talking about?”
“We didn’t—”
Foster raised an eyebrow. “You think because we’re taking a break means that we’re done?” he asked, and the smile that spread across his face was sharp. “Sweet girl,” he cooed. “We’re not done with you yet.”
I could see Adrianne’s confusion. She’d only glimpsed this version of Foster once or twice before. This was the Foster who got off from directing Callan and me on how to get her off in the car on the way to work. He dipped his head and kissed her, practically ravagingher mouth, before he pressed her back on the bed.
He kissed his way down her body, worshiping her, tonguing her nipples and mapping out trails that led down to her pussy. She shivered and stretched, and her hand found my thigh and patted me. The light touch made my heart squeeze, and I threaded our fingers together, giving her somewhere to hang on.
Foster settled himself between her legs and explored her folds. Adrianne moaned softly as he teased her with his lips and tongue. His movements were delicate, but they bowed her spine. “Foster,” she panted, moving her hips, riding his face.
Adrianne’s warm honey eyes, which had gone wide and shocked, met mine, and I squeezed our fingers together. Callan reached out and tweaked one of her nipples.
“Come one more time for us, Princess,” Callan told her. She was close—we could all see it—but she couldn’t quite get there. Foster sank a finger into her, wetting it before he slipped it lower and pressed it into her ass.
Her breath caught in her throat. “Oh,God,” she cried and wriggled under the intrusion.
Foster pulled back enough to look up at her. “Too much?”
She shook her head. “N–no,” she said. “Keep... please... ”
He lowered his head, flicking at her clit with his tongue as he gently fucked her ass. She panted and thrashed and tossed her head, riding his hand and mouth and chasing the orgasm that seemed just out of reach. “Look at you,” Callan murmured, flicking his eyes to me. “Stretched out like a meal for us.”
“We could keep you like this all the time,” I added. “Naked and satisfied.”
She let out a hiccupping laugh and then cried out when Foster sealed his mouth over her clit, suckling it. “The more I get,” she panted, “the more I want it... like I can’t get enough.Ohmygod!” she cried out as she finally came, and her thighs tried to close around Foster’s head with the force of it. Callan and I pinned her as she writhed under Foster’s touch.
“I hope you never get enough,” I said. “I can’t imagine not ever wanting you.”
Adrianne shivered. Tears tracked down her face, and she wiped at them with her hand. “Adrianne? What’s wrong, baby?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Nothing,” she said with a smile so beautiful that it made my chest ache. “I just... I’ve never felt more...” She shrugged. “Moreanythingbefore.” Foster covered her with his body. she wrapped a leg around his hip, gasping when he pressed inside her. His thrusts were erratic. He was chasing his own need, and I couldn’t blame him. Adrianne cupped his cheek. “Come for me,” she said. “Let go.”
Foster’s thrusts picked up, and he tucked his face against her neck. It didn’t take him long to groan and for his hips to stutter against her. Adrianne rubbed at his back as he relearned how to breathe, and I got up to get her water this time, grabbing a pair of shorts to throw on as I did so.
Coming back to the bed, Adrianne was curled on Callan’s chest. Foster was leaning back against the headboard. “Is she sleeping?”
“Almost... but I need to shower,” she said in a sleep-heavy voice. “Anyone wish to join me?”
“I will,” I said. “We can’t have you slipping and giving yourself a concussion.”
She laughed, albeit weakly, and I helped her off the bed. When she stood, her knees shook the slightest bit. “Maybe there’s some credence to the slipping and getting a concussion thing,” she said with a laugh.
I helped her to the bathroom and started the shower, leaving it fairly hot, the way I knew she liked. When it was ready, we climbed in, and I tried not to hiss out loud from the instant “being boiled alive” feeling. “Need help washing your hair?” I asked.
Adrianne smiled. “Sure.”
I carefully lathered shampoo into her dark tresses, massaging her scalp until she sighed and her shoulders unwound. “Tip your head back,” I told her and helped her to rinse out the shampoo. “Are you... okay?” I asked her. “With everything?”
She glanced back at me and smirked. “With the group sex or the pregnancy?” she asked.
A warm feeling took up residency in my chest. “Little bit of both, I suppose,” I said. “You’re not sore?”
Adrianne shook her head. “No, I’m fine.”
I wrapped my arms around her, reveling in the feel of her back pressed to my chest. “And the pregnancy?” I asked after a moment.