A slap against my pussy is the push I need as Ronan removes his cock and replaces it with his tongue. I cum in waves, drenching his face.
We lie there in the aftermath, wrapped in blankets with me cuddled in the safety of their arms.
“I love you.” Ronan.
“I adore you.” Kian.
“I worship you.” Axel.
I gaze at my men.
Kian, the fire that makes me burn,
Ronan, the water that makes me calm.
Axel, the wind that sweeps me away.
And me, the earth that grounds them.