Unwrapping Holly

We rocked slowly, our bodies melding together. She was so warm! So beautiful and perfect and pretty…

And now she’s your fiancé too, I reminded myself. You’re going to marry her…

Again, it was crazy — the most insane of all ideas in the world. But with Sammara, it worked. She was strong, independent, powerful. But she was also sweet and loving and caring. So thoughtful and amazing, that all these years later not one of us could even imagine our lives before her.

I’d thought about it over and over, and I’d come to the same conclusion each time: it had to be her. The arrangement might never have worked with anyone else, no matter who answered our ad, no matter how many times we might’ve tried. Because when it came down to what the four of us wanted and desired… what we actually needed from a woman?

Sammara was the perfect storm.

“Oh… Shit yes…”

I nuzzled into her neck as she hooked her ankles behind by my back, driving me in deeper. I could tell she wasn’t letting go. That we wouldn’t be switching positions, or taking our time, or anything like that.

No, I could tell she needed this. Even though I was certain Kyle had given her everything he had, it was obvious Sammara needed even more.

It was one of the hottest things about her.

“Drive it in…” she whispered into my ear. “God… FUCK!”

There was an urgency in her voice. Almost a frustration. She bucked forward while pulling back with her legs. Damn she had strong thighs.

“Put it all the way inside me Ryan,” she cooed. “I need it…”

I went harder, if not necessarily faster. Sliding my arms around her body, I crushed her against me while letting my weight do the rest.

“That’s it,” she gasped. “Ohhhh… yeah. Dig me out!”

Every word brought me closer to the edge. I couldn’t last like this. Not with her body writhing beneath me, whispering deliciously filthy things. Not with the smell of her, the feel of her. The combination of her heat, her wetness, the oil…

“I— I can…”

She was delirious now. Almost manic.

“I… I can feel you all the way at the bottom…”

Her head lolled back, and all I could see was the whites of her eyes. Then it felt it; the spasms around me. The hard, rapid contractions of her innermost muscles as she came all over my cock, her fingernails digging painfully into the flesh of my ass.

“Oh GOD oh GOD oh GODDDDDDD…”

I lost it halfway through, shooting deeper inside her than ever before. Sammara’s hands were like talons, gripping me tightly. Digging in like she was trying to force my whole body inside her, spreading her legs so wide I could hear the crack of her hips.

FUCKKKK…

My world disappeared, and for a good half minute I was lost in the searing white purity of my own climax. I couldn’t see. Couldn’t hear. It felt like my very soul was exiting my body, rushing outward like an ebbing tide. Traveling through the strong, raging erection I had planted between my girlfriend’s beautiful legs… and nothing but undiluted pleasure came flowing back in.

When I looked up again Kyle was on the bed, holding her in his arms, keeping her steady while she recovered. His gaze met mine, and after a quick smirk of approval he tossed me a towel.

“You’re bleeding.”

Shit, I was. Both sides of my ass had been scratched by Sammara’s nails. Twisting at the waist, I could see ten sharp indentations in the flesh of my rear end.

“That’s it,” I said, only partly joking. “No more pointed-nail manicures for you.”

Sammara’s chest rose and fell with long, deep breaths, still lost in her own euphoria. She half-nodded, half-smiled as I pulled out of her.

“Wow…”

The entire area between her legs was a sopping wet mess. A pear-shaped drop of my creamy white seed formed a pearlescent button inside her.