Breaking Perfect

Hands tightened on her thighs. Liberty luxuriated in their hold, reveling in the sensation of being so desired and cherished. Rather than plunging into her core, two tongues licked at the crease of her folds, crossing and touching in a French kiss over her sex.

The hard scrape of their jaws was a perfect contrast to the smooth flesh of her pussy. She recognized Mason’s touch as he licked over her clit. Sean’s mouth latched onto her folds and sucked hard. Her thighs were stretched wide to accommodate both of them and their hair tickled her legs and belly. She lifted her head to drink in the sight of their two heads at her apex.

Sean’s hair was coarser than Mason’s, but equally as beautiful. Where Mason’s hair was black with shards of silvery blue, Sean’s was gold with shocks of wheat and the rusty amber similar to the belly of a robin. The slow awakening of her body was mixed with long kisses and detours of pleasure. It was fulfilling seeing Mason and Sean together without boundaries or fear. Some fundamental wall had come down over the last few hours. Tears stung her eyes as she contemplated how lucky they were to have each other and how special their future could be.

Mason pulled back and Sean filled the space between her legs. His fingers slid easily into her sex and his mouth latched onto her clit, sucking softly, drawing out her pleasure rather than rushing it. Such a contrast to the man she’d seen that afternoon. He was touching her with care, being careful and gentle.

Mason stretched out beside her and played with her nipples as he kissed her neck. He watched Sean eat her pussy from his position beside her shoulder as he whispered in her ear, “Doesn’t our boy have an amazing mouth?”

Our boy. Warmth spread through her chest at the familiar endearment for Sean. She smiled and arched her back, pressing farther into Sean’s wicked tongue. Oral sex was becoming an addiction. “Yes.”

“Do you want to come, Liberty? I know Sean desperately wants to make you come. He’s dying to drink you up. Aren’t you, Sean?”

Sean moaned between her legs in agreement.

“I think that’s a yes,” Mason said. He pinched Liberty’s nipple and she cried out at the bite of pleasure-pain that added to her building climax.

Sean’s tongue began to dart in and out of her channel, fucking her softly with quick little strokes. His fingers flicked over her clit, rubbing and teasing her higher and higher until she felt as though she would burst.

“Go ahead, Liberty. Come. Come all over Sean’s tongue.”

That was all it took. Mason’s words triggered something inside of her. Her body seemed to snap and Sean’s tongue pressed deep. His fingers applied pressure to her clit and her body fluttered and contracted as waves and waves of pleasure pulsed through her.

“Good girl,” Mason praised.

Sean slowly withdrew. He seemed to not want to leave. Mason reached into the drawer of the nightstand and withdrew the bottle of oil and passed it to Sean. He then climbed between her legs and took Sean’s place. He lined his cock up with Liberty’s throbbing sex and stared down at her then leaned in and kissed her deeply, pouring so much passion and love into the kiss, emotion and gratitude flooded her.

Sean kneeled at the foot of the bed behind Mason. Her husband smiled at her and plunged deep inside her pussy. She moaned and held onto his shoulders as he began to fuck her. He buried himself as deep as possible, his pelvis kissing hers and she watched as Sean moved closer.

Mason’s eyes closed and he breathed in. His chest swelled as he held still. Liberty knew Sean was readying him. She watched over Mason’s shoulder, holding her husband close as Sean’s muscles moved and flexed as he pressed his fingers into Mason. She could tell the moment he withdrew his fingers. Mason’s body released some of its tension only to tense once more in preparation for Sean’s cock.

As if needing the support, he leaned into Liberty, sealing their dewy bodies from breast to thigh. The weight of his body doubled as Sean leaned in and began to enter him. The sensation of Mason’s cock inside of her, stretching and twitching, as another man filled his rear was like nothing she could describe. Her heart was fuller than it had ever been. She felt crushed and pulled, but in the most delicious way. She wondered what Mason must feel like to be so full and so stretched over the hot coals of pleasure. She didn’t know how he was tolerating so much. Just as pain could be good, too much pleasure could sometimes be torturous.

Mason breathed hard, his breath panting against her neck. She looked into Sean’s eyes and gently squeezed her husband’s shoulders to offer her support. Sean stared down at her. “Do you feel me filling him, Liberty? Can you feel us both pressing into you?”