Quadruplets Make Six
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Holy hell, how I had missed this man.
He pulled me from the glass and held me close as he stumbled backwards. He fell to the couch and planted himself there as my knees sank into the pillowy cushions. I rode his cock as his hands curled into the meat of my hips. I pressed myself into him, my hands sliding down his chiseled arms and raking over his sculpted chest. He was beautiful, with his jaw clenched and his lower lip caught between his teeth. I could feel his dick throbbing against my walls. I could feel his hips stuttering their movements underneath mine. I planted my hands into the couch behind his head and slammed down onto him, breathing in his panting air as our lips hovered over one another.
“I love you,” Graham said. “So much. Libby. I’m so close. Shit. A little… yes. Oh, shit.”
I dipped my lips into Graham’s neck as his cock exploded inside me. His hips shook against my body as his fingertips curled deeply into my flesh. I clung to him, burying my face into his skin as I nipped and sucked at his body. The unsung fire crackling in my veins was begging to be free. My clit was throbbing for release.
Then I felt it.
I felt Graham’s fingers work their way between my dripping pussy folds.
“I’m not nearly finished with you yet,” he said.
In an instant, I was on my back on the couch. My leg was thrown around his shoulder and I was pinned underneath his rock-hard body. His thick cock dove into my depths, pounding into me as my tits jumped in his face. His fingers worked me effortlessly, pressing and rubbing and circling my swollen clit. I gasped and groaned. I fisted the pillows on the couch and rolled my hips into his. He slammed into me, skin slapping skin filling the penthouse as my body arched into him.
“That’s it. Cum for me, Libby. Let me feel that beautiful body shake.”
My toes curled and my jaw unhinged as his words heated my core. His fingers pressed deeply into my clit, sending me over the edge. White hot passion coursed through my veins as I panted and breathed his name. My pussy clamped down around his dick, pulling him deeper than I’d ever felt him before. My hands sank into his chiseled thighs, leaving crescent marks behind on his skin as he sucked on my lower lip.
My body was buzzing with pleasure, and he was the source of it.
The two of us collapsed onto the couch, panting and heaving for air. I felt his arousal dripping from between my legs as it soaked the couch beneath our bodies. I felt him crumble into me, his entire body shaking as I held him close to my body.
I lined his neck with kisses as the two of us recuperated.
“My tolerance isn’t what it used to be,” Graham said.
“Don’t worry. You’re not alone in that arena,” I said breathlessly.
“I love you, Libby.”
“I love you too, Graham. And thank you.”
“For what?” he asked.
“For insisting I get out with you tonight. I’ve… missed this. This connection between us.”
“I’ve missed it, too,” he said as he nuzzled into my neck. “Thank you for trusting me.”
I felt his cock growing again against my leg and I grinned into his skin. I giggled as he pulled me up from the couch, our bodies reclining against the arm of it. Our foreheads connected as I smiled, my eyes gazing into the shivering blue irises of the man I’d fully given my life to.
“Do you regret not having a honeymoon?” Graham asked.
“With everything that’s happened with Charlotte, not one bit. I like how our story played out. I even thank Tony from time to time.” I laughed. “I don’t need an expensive honeymoon to enjoy my husband,” I said.
“What if I wanted to take you on one?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“It isn’t for another couple of months, but I know you said you always wanted to go to the Maldives.”
“Graham? What did you do?” I asked.
“I may have booked us a private bungalow for two weeks.”
“Two weeks!?” I asked. “We can’t leave the kids for two weeks.”
“Who said we would be leaving the kids?”