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Saskia’s knees knock together, her thighs trembling as her orgasms roars forth. White heat floods through me when she clenches so hard I fall straight off the cliff-edge with her.
“Good girl, good girl,” Casper whispers, nuzzling the side of her head with his face until she flops onto my chest.
Casper pulls his hands away and crouches by her side, tipping his head to watch her ride out her orgasm. “Look at her. Drunk on your cock. She’s such a good little plaything, isn’t she?”
The last of my release is still filling the condom when he stands and heads for the door.
“Where are you going?” I ask. “I thought you were going to—”
The weight of disappointment shocks me.
Did I even want that?
“Sometimes it’s good to give her what she wants. Sometimes it’s better to make her wait until she least expects it. You’ll soon learn. Sleep well, my friend.”
Saskia is still panting, trembling in my arms as the door snicks closed. I stroke my hands up and down her back until she looks up, resting her chin on my chest.
“Are you OK, darling?” I ask, sweeping the damp hair away from her face.
“What the fuck just happened?” Panic flares in her eyes as what we just experienced together truly sinks in.
Sitting up against the headboard, I lift her with me, and she curls into my chest. Her head fits into the crook of my neck like a piece of a puzzle that’s been just out of reach for as long as I’ve known her. There is so much to say, but I’m bone tired. From travelling, from jet-lag, from emptying inside her after the best fuck of my life. I can’t even begin to process it, let alone explain it to her.
“I have no idea, but I think we should get cleaned up and sleep. We’ll talk about it in the morning.”
Chapter 9
Saskia
There is a soft,warm dent next to me in bed when I finally wake up. The room is dark, and when I reach for the small clock on the bedside table, I'm pleasantly surprised to see it’s after 9am. Thank God for thick curtains and quiet countryside.
I haven’t slept this long in forever, and though parts of my body are physically aching, there’s an inner peace I haven’t felt for some time.
I slept with Henry.
More than that. I fell asleep in his arms after an expertly delivered orgasm, just like I’ve always dreamed of.
Oh, and my ex-husband happened to be there too. That part I never saw coming.
Yes, it’s always been my fantasy to sleep with two men, to have two pairs of hands on me, two mouths focused solely on my pleasure. Two cocks inside me at the same time, if I was feeling really fucking bold.
Last night was the closest I’ve come to that experience, and though it was not the way I imagined sleeping with Henry again, I can’t pretend I didn’t love every minute.
Even with Casper there directing our every move, it was Henry’s hands all over me, Henry filling me, Henry’s eyes never leaving mine.
Until Casper got handsy too.
My lips press together and my belly tightens at the memory of his hand in my hair, stroking my spine, pressing into me while I ground my hips into Henry. The sensation was phenomenal.
Casper and I have had plenty of sex while I’ve worn a plug, or when he’s taken me from behind and used a toy at the same time, but none of that came close to the simultaneous pleasure brought on by Henry’s cock and Casper’s fingers.
Exhausted as I am, it’s now all I can think about. I want more, and waking up alone feels cruel when I know they’re both nearby. Unless Casper has already left, as promised. That certainly would be an odd goodbye.
Trust him to turn up and fuck with my head just when I was starting to get a little clarity on my future.
I yank a pillow over my face, scream into it, then force myself to get up and throw on my robe.
The low murmur of voices and the scent of fresh coffee drift in when I open the bedroom door. He’s still here. In my house. With my new… boyfriend? At least they’re not arguing.