“Thank God…”
Twenty-Three
DAKOTA
We took her immediately and together, as we’d always planned to.
Waiting a week had been sheer torture, but prolonging the agony had only heightened my desire. I’d wanted this woman from the moment I saw her. And I wanted her three times as much, a few seconds after that, when I first saw her smile.
Now she writhed naked between us, her body all soft, feminine curves and smooth warm skin. I buried my face in her neck. Tasted the salt of her sweat, mixed in with the musk of her skin and the perfume of her hair.
Oh God. That hair…
I’d always been a sucker for long hair, and Sammara’s big mane was the crown jewel of them all. I’d spent all week imagining what that hair would feel like trapped between my hands and her bare breasts. What sensations would be sent to my brain as she feverishly went down on me… those golden curls brushing lightly against the skin of my stomach.
She was ours now.
Ours.
Holy shit.
It had been a long time since I could say something like that. A few long years since Kyle and I had shared Erika. We’d had girlfriends since, the both of us. But over many conversations, at home and abroad, we recognized that nothing came close to doing things as a team.
My hand slid around Sammara’s waist now, my fingers finding their way along the inside of one warm thigh. A thrill shot through me as I encountered her wetness. The swollen opening of her sex was every bit as smooth as it was slick, and she let out a soft moan as I applied pressure.
I continued kissing her shoulder, her neck, the side of her porcelain face. Sammara grabbed my head and turned back to meet me, tongue-kissing me deeply as Kyle explored the glorious valley between her big, beautiful breasts.
“The bed,” I murmured into her mouth. She nodded eagerly. “Now.”
It was predetermined between us, ahead of time, and I’d waited all week for it. Since I hadn’t had her yet… I’d take her first.
I felt almost bad stealing her away from Kyle’s hungry mouth, lifting her up and depositing her gently on the bed. Sammara cooed as she stretched naked before us, her hair fanning out over her pillow like a thousand shimmering golden threads.
“Dakota…”
The way she breathed my name drove me wild. She pointed at my belt. Made a motion with two long fingers, even as I dropped the rest of my clothes to the floor.
“Take me.”
She smiled, spreading her legs wide. Opening herself up to me, fully and completely.
Climbing forward, I pushed my way between her legs. My body was so big, so broad compared to hers, I had to help stretch her legs even wider to accommodate my physical size.
“Oh my God…” she breathed, and I could see her staring down at my cock. It was fully hard now, and swollen to the point of bursting. Sammara reached for it in a daze. Closing her hand around it she began stroking me gently, feeling along the length and girth of my throbbing erection with the pads of her slender fingers.
Kyle was beside her on the bed now, kissing and tonguing her neck. Working his way back to her breasts, which had the most beautiful pink nipples I’d ever seen. They were taut and stiff now, all tight with unbridled excitement. Just as her face was all flushed with the same unquenchable heat.
Sammara rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, getting it all slick with her juices. She did it lazily, while looking straight into my eyes. Dragging it up hard over her clit, then slowly downward again, where she stopped achingly close to her opening.
I smiled down at her, trying to prolong the moment as her cobalt blue irises bored into mine. I wanted it to last forever. But I also wanted to push forward and plunge inside, to feel her heat as I bottomed out deep in her beautiful pink pussy. To overload my brain with the euphoric sensations of being buried, all the way to the hilt, in her warm, willing body.
“Do it,”
she whispered, even as one hand sifted through the back of Kyle’s hair. He was over her chest now. Devouring her breasts. “Dakota…” she smiled, staring over him. “Please—”
I pushed… and the head of my cock slipped inside. She was tight. So incredibly tight and triumphantly wet.
“Ohhhh…”