Page 14 of One More Gift
She comes instantly, hips shooting off the bed so hard it’s like a punch in the face. Casper helps me hold her still while she writhes, her orgasm flooding her system, her body convulsing, pretty moans filling the small room.
“Fuck me,” she pleads, her head twisting from side to side, hands groping at her tits.
Casper opens the bedside drawer, and Saskia lets out a stroppy moan.
“You don’t want a condom?” he asks her, and she shakes her head.
“Hmm,” he says, tapping his lip. “When were you last tested, Henry?”
“Last year. All clear,” I tell him, tilting her face towards mine. “I haven’t been with anyone since then.”
I was waiting for you.
Saskia smiles softly, nuzzling into my palm as I stroke her hair. She knows, because she was waiting too.
“She’s had the all clear too,” Casper says, and beneath me, her smile morphs into a frown.
“How do you know that?” she asks.
“I read your email,” he shrugs. I make a mental note to put an end to that shit as soon as possible. “You had a wax yesterday, too, but Henry already knows that.”
My gaze casts back down to where, beneath a neat strip of hair, she is smooth and glistening, and so fucking sexy.
“Wear a condom anyway,” he says, shoving one into my palm. “It would be a cruel irony if the woman who doesn’t want kids ends up pregnant the first time she sleeps with someone else.”
There’s much more for me and her to interrogate there, but it can wait. Tearing open the packet, I roll it on quickly while Saskia shifts into the middle of the bed.
“Lie down, Henry,” Casper says. “I want to watch my wife ride you.”
“Are you OK?” I ask her, ignoring him for a second. I never dreamed this is how our night would turn out, and I’m not complaining, but I’m only enjoying myself if she is.
“Yes,” she nods, moving quickly up onto her knees. “I’m so good.”
Saskia wastes no time guiding me inside her, her head thrown back as she sinks down inch by inch. My hands grip her hips, guiding her into position until the entire length of me is buried inside her.
Casper moves to stand at the side of the bed and shoves one hand into her hair, holding her in place so her eyes are on me. When he wraps his other hand around her slender throat, her eyes roll back and she grinds harder.
“This is what she likes,” he says, as if I couldn’t tell from the way her pussy is clenching around me. “No pressure, just possess her. Own her. Rule her body.”
He licks a long, wet stripe from her jaw to her ear, and she tightens again.
“I told you it was always my dream to watch her fuck another man. Do you know her dream?”
I shake my head, and he releases her hair, stroking his hand down to one peaked nipple. I watch as he pinches and pulls until she squeals. He brings his cupped palm up to her mouth.
“Spit,” he commands and Saskia obeys without flinching, a hot string of saliva catching on her chin.
Casper’s hand disappears behind her, and with his fingers still at her throat, he lets her angle her body forward. Her eyes never leave mine, and when they widen, I can tell the exact moment his fingers work at her tight entrance.
“She dreams of being taken by two men at the same time,” he says. My hands grip harder into her hips as she bucks in my lap, her breath shuddering at the moment he enters her.
I can feel it too, the extra pressure against my cock pushing from the other side of her walls. It’s fucking intense. I’ve never felt anything like it. Neverdoneanything like this.
“This is her dream. Well, a taste of it,” he laughs. “I bet you want more, don’t you, angel? That’s it. Fuck up into her. She likes that a lot.”
Saskia is boneless while I pound her, garbled sounds pouring from her mouth, hands scrambling to grasp at my chest, my arms, the sheets, anything. She shifts her feet flat on the bed so she’s better supported, and I reach underneath her to help lift her up and drop her back down, over and over and over.
The hairs on Casper’s arm tickle against mine, his warm skin throwing another sensation into the mix.