Now I realize why Banks probably drained the tub. So they both knew this fact too, which sends my pulse beating even harder. Older. More experienced. Strong but definitely not stronger than me. I can bench press more, I know it. Still, they were ready to take care of me.
An overwhelming comfort washes over me. Like protection is all around me. A private oasis right here with them.
Banks kneads my tender breasts, while Akara kisses the inside of my thigh. When Banks’ mouth touches that spot on my neck, my pulse drops and I clench hard.
“There it is,” Akara says, slipping his finger inside me. He pumps a couple times, his thumb circling my clit, which flutters my eyes—fuck ahh.
“Please,” I beg. “I need…”
Banks’ muscles flex underneath me. A deep, gruff noise catches his throat that makes my legs twitch.
“Sul,” Akara groans.
I reach a peak. My toes curling. Not just one time either, they keep touching, rubbing, creating hot friction until I meet a second combustion.
I’m theirs. Take me away. I’ve never felt this kind of pleasure in my life. I want to devour them whole, but they devour me first, and I’m more than okay with that.
Akara removes his finger, then grips his length in a firm clutch. “We’re going to give you what you need, Sulli. Just breathe.”
I remember to exhale.
Akara scoots closer. His hand slides down my knee, then he lifts my leg over his tattooed shoulder. Oh my God.
Heat stoked between all three of us, Akara leans close to my face and kisses me ravenously on the lips, his tongue slipping hotly against my tongue. When we part, his forehead presses to mine. “Tell me if it hurts,” he whispers.
“I will.”
He glances down at our bodies, and I must not be aligned perfectly because Banks lifts up my ass so I’m at a better angle. I settle back more against Banks’ chest. Letting him take more of my weight. His hands stay on my hips, and I lift up my head, our mouths meeting instinctively. He kisses me strongly. I kiss back wanting more, more, so much more, so this never reaches an end.
With his lips on my lips, I feel a pressure against my heat. Lost in the moment until my pulses races—keenly aware that Akara is easing into me.
I wince at a sharp pain, breaking the kiss.
“Okay?” Akara asks, a tender hand to my chin.
The pain fades fast. “Yeah,” I breathe out. “Are you in?”
“Not all the way.” He still doesn’t move. “Sul?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re wincing. Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?”
“It doesn’t anymore. I promise.” I try to relax my face.
“Is she wet enough?” Banks reaches down to my pussy.
“She’s soaked,” Akara assures.
Banks rubs my clit in melodic circles, heating me up to a boil. The bundle of nerves isn’t too sensitive to the touch yet, thankfully, because I want him to keep his hand there.
My body is singing, and I reach out, gripping Banks’ bicep for support. Even though I’m not in threat of falling, I feel like I’m floating already.
Akara runs a hand up and down my thigh. “I’m going to ease in a little bit more.”
My cheeks have roasted a shade of red called Sullivan Meadows is A-Roused. I really kind of love how they’re discussing me. Like my wants and needs are both of their priorities.
Akara thrusts his waist forward, pushing deeper inside of me, and I gasp at the pressure, new and different, and his warmth, the fullness, reaches pleasure-points. My gasp cuts into an overwhelmed breath as he rocks again, then I wince.
He stops.
Banks even stops rubbing me.
“Go, go,” I rasp. “Please…I need…it doesn’t hurt, really.”
“Really?” Akara asks, skeptical. I get why. I like experiencing new things, and I’m very comfortable with them to where, maybe, I wouldn’t brake right away. But that’s a big fucking maybe, and that’s not what’s happening.
“It’s just different, a good different.”
Akara cups my cheek, studying my features for a second.
“I just might be anticipating things too much,” I explain. “Just, fuck…please keep going.” I look up at Banks. “I promise I’m alright.”
He plants a kiss on my lips again.
Akara kisses my leg hoisted over his shoulder. And then, he drives deeper. I watch him disappear inch by inch inside me. The leg-quaking feeling ascends upon me again. He slides out quicker than he arrived, then takes the slow-trek back in.
Fuckfuckfuck. The fullness is overwhelming.
I whimper as he does it again. Out. In.
Out. In. He rocks his hips. I forget what I should be doing to help. I just drown in the moment.
In the way Banks kisses my neck and toys with my perked nipple. Sensations light up around me. Every nerve-ending reached by them.
Akara’s breathing has labored, and I drink in how his whole body flexes. His abs, his biceps, and I wish there were a mirror so I could see his ass.