Page 57 of Our Sadie
NINETEEN: Licking
DOMINIC
I’ve jacked off to my share of porn. But witnessing Zach licking Sadie’s folds while right there in the same room is an unknown experience for me. The atmosphere is totally different, for one thing. Not only can I hold her hand—which I do, massaging her palm—I can inhale her sweet citrus perfume mixed with the distinct scent of her arousal.
Can’t get that from any porn site.
Jerome is positioned on the opposite side of the bed from me, reclining on his elbow as he pushes some of her caramel-brown hair behind her ear, and I see how this is going to play out. One guy bringing her to a state of bliss while the other two are there for comfort and support. Never done something quite like this, but I’m cool with it.
“Unnhghn,...” Sadie moans, and it’s that sound that makes me hard.
Jerome’s sporting some obvious wood, and when Zach stands back up, I’m sure he will be, too. It’s an occupational hazard of this line of work.
When Sadie moans again, there’s a note of craving in it, even frustration, and I almost tap Zach on the shoulder to tell him what to do. That’s unnecessary, though. Once he comes up for air, the slick moisture of Sadie’s desire all over his lips and clean-shaven chin, Jerome presses two of his fingers together, curves them slightly, and makes that recognizable upward motion.
A demonstration.
Zach flattens his mouth into a straight line as if irritated by the suggestion, but then does it anyway, plunging his fingers into Sadie’s pussy like an expert. If he knew what to do, then why wait so long?
I don’t know. Maybe he felt nervous with us being in here watching him. I’ve gone down on women before, Sadie included. But I have to admit that none of my sex—even the paid kind—has been directly in front of other men.
Planting her feet against the covers, Sadie begins to thrust her hips up and down, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, sweat glistening along her hairline, and her grip on my hand tightening. Things must be getting good for her, then. This is always the best part for me. Female orgasms are fascinating, particularly when she’s wrapped around my cock.
Even if that’s not what’ll be happening tonight.
“Oh, God... Oh... Fuck...” She bucks against Zach’s mouth, and he clutches onto her hips with his free hand, the tips of his fingers noticeably digging in. But Sadie doesn’t seem to mind as her noises build into one long note that finishes in that familiar keening shriek of hers.
I’ll never get tired of it.
Her ass collapses back onto the mattress as all her muscles go loose, her ribcage moving fast as she tries to slow her breathing. Damn, I want her.
But as Zach pulls himself up to his feet, wiping the back of his hand across his face, his pants so tented he looks like he’s packing some sort of crowbar, Jerome’s already on the move.
At first, he lays his hand along her core, stroking her softly as he kisses her cheek, her nose, her forehead. He’s bringing her down, bit by bit, something I’ve only done for the couple of short-term girlfriends I’ve had.
Only once her breathing has returned to normal does he kiss her mouth, taking his time and being sensual about it. I can’t seem to glance away from the two of them together. This is beyond the basic act of sex. The generosity he’s showing her has Sadie closing her eyes and looping her arm around him.