moved
slowly. It was agonising. She was still so tight, and yet her downwards
momentum was forcing her beautifully slick flesh to stretch around him.
Arthur resisted lifting his hips upwards, despite the
fact that this made his legs tense and a light tremble invade. The groan rising
in his chest could not be held back, and with an exhalation of relief he let
the deep sound erupt.
Amelia responded with a more delicate, breathy and
less guttural, moan of her own as she sank the final distance, seating herself
and bringing them tightly flesh to flesh.
With hands eagerly out of control Arthur pulled Amelia
tightly to him and felt her up and down, stroking the smooth swell of her
stomach, squeezing the swells of her breasts , giving her
nipples a moment or two of attention with the pull and flick of his fingertips
and sending them down to part her folds and rub her little nubbin. Her panting
and wriggling urged Arthur to increase the speed of his movements, and he
worried that once again he would climax before establishing any thrusts or
rhythm. He just wanted it to last a little bit longer, just a little.
James interrupting gave him a much needed pause from
the vigorous lovemaking it had become.
“So where’s the part where I get involved, as if I
have to watch this much longer I’m going to spill all over myself,” James said.
“Move … your … chair closer.” Arthur’s breathing was
laboured.
James quickly dragged the heavy item forward, rucking up the rug in the process. Arthur didn’t care if it
was damaged and spared it less than a glance. He was quickly moving to lean
forward, pushing Amelia forward as he did so. Resting one hand on her back he
continued to put pressure on her back. It didn’t take her long to understand
his intentions, and she took over lowering herself forward, moving her arms to
rest on James’s thighs. With a little bit of shifting, so that they were all at
the edges of the chairs, and some sensuous stretching on Amelia’s part, Arthur
could still feel all the benefits of being embedded in Amelia whilst her mouth
hovered just above James’s cock.
Arthur watched as James sent his hands sliding into
Amelia’s tresses. He felt a closeness among the three
of them that eclipsed all the previous feelings of connectedness he’s experienced
in the last day. With Amelia at the centre this was a level of sharing and
giving pleasure to Amelia that even Arthur had not anticipated. He truly
wouldn’t mind if James wanted to experiment further.
The focus was very definitely Amelia though, and now
Arthur could begin to slide her forward on his cock, guiding her with his hands
and pushing her with his hips. There seemed no impediment, so although he could
not quite see because of the angle, he assumed Amelia had taken James into her
mouth. With groans of mingled pleasure and relief he established a rhythm.
It didn’t last long, but Arthur decided to take pride
at how much longer that the first time it had lasted. “I’m nearly there,” he said.
“God, yes, me, too, she’s so fucking beautiful.”
James threw his head back, neck tendons stretched
tight, groaning his completion. Arthur assumed Amelia swallowed.
He gave one last thrust forward and held himself still
inside of Amelia, on the very precipice of pleasure. Then he reached one hand
round, feeling his way to the centre of her pleasure, and her little bud in particular and began
sliding and rubbing his fingers around
it feverishly and with as much coordination as he could muster. It was enough.
Amelia began to tremble in his arms. She lifted upwards, back bowing as she
keened her pleasure. Arthur felt her inner contractions and let go, his seed
pulsing into her body in rhythm.
Sitting with Amelia curled in his arms, and James
seated not far away, the part of Arthur’s mind still functioning revelled in
the thought that he had what he had always wanted, and a happiness he had
always dreamed of could be his. He would be
slowly. It was agonising. She was still so tight, and yet her downwards
momentum was forcing her beautifully slick flesh to stretch around him.
Arthur resisted lifting his hips upwards, despite the
fact that this made his legs tense and a light tremble invade. The groan rising
in his chest could not be held back, and with an exhalation of relief he let
the deep sound erupt.
Amelia responded with a more delicate, breathy and
less guttural, moan of her own as she sank the final distance, seating herself
and bringing them tightly flesh to flesh.
With hands eagerly out of control Arthur pulled Amelia
tightly to him and felt her up and down, stroking the smooth swell of her
stomach, squeezing the swells of her breasts , giving her
nipples a moment or two of attention with the pull and flick of his fingertips
and sending them down to part her folds and rub her little nubbin. Her panting
and wriggling urged Arthur to increase the speed of his movements, and he
worried that once again he would climax before establishing any thrusts or
rhythm. He just wanted it to last a little bit longer, just a little.
James interrupting gave him a much needed pause from
the vigorous lovemaking it had become.
“So where’s the part where I get involved, as if I
have to watch this much longer I’m going to spill all over myself,” James said.
“Move … your … chair closer.” Arthur’s breathing was
laboured.
James quickly dragged the heavy item forward, rucking up the rug in the process. Arthur didn’t care if it
was damaged and spared it less than a glance. He was quickly moving to lean
forward, pushing Amelia forward as he did so. Resting one hand on her back he
continued to put pressure on her back. It didn’t take her long to understand
his intentions, and she took over lowering herself forward, moving her arms to
rest on James’s thighs. With a little bit of shifting, so that they were all at
the edges of the chairs, and some sensuous stretching on Amelia’s part, Arthur
could still feel all the benefits of being embedded in Amelia whilst her mouth
hovered just above James’s cock.
Arthur watched as James sent his hands sliding into
Amelia’s tresses. He felt a closeness among the three
of them that eclipsed all the previous feelings of connectedness he’s experienced
in the last day. With Amelia at the centre this was a level of sharing and
giving pleasure to Amelia that even Arthur had not anticipated. He truly
wouldn’t mind if James wanted to experiment further.
The focus was very definitely Amelia though, and now
Arthur could begin to slide her forward on his cock, guiding her with his hands
and pushing her with his hips. There seemed no impediment, so although he could
not quite see because of the angle, he assumed Amelia had taken James into her
mouth. With groans of mingled pleasure and relief he established a rhythm.
It didn’t last long, but Arthur decided to take pride
at how much longer that the first time it had lasted. “I’m nearly there,” he said.
“God, yes, me, too, she’s so fucking beautiful.”
James threw his head back, neck tendons stretched
tight, groaning his completion. Arthur assumed Amelia swallowed.
He gave one last thrust forward and held himself still
inside of Amelia, on the very precipice of pleasure. Then he reached one hand
round, feeling his way to the centre of her pleasure, and her little bud in particular and began
sliding and rubbing his fingers around
it feverishly and with as much coordination as he could muster. It was enough.
Amelia began to tremble in his arms. She lifted upwards, back bowing as she
keened her pleasure. Arthur felt her inner contractions and let go, his seed
pulsing into her body in rhythm.
Sitting with Amelia curled in his arms, and James
seated not far away, the part of Arthur’s mind still functioning revelled in
the thought that he had what he had always wanted, and a happiness he had
always dreamed of could be his. He would be
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