Page 41 of Theirs to Treasure

Zev reaches for a condom and offers it to her. “Put it on me, my sweet.”

Though it’s clear she has no idea what she’s doing and her hands are shaky, she nods.

Patiently he talks her through it, and she takes her time rolling it down his shaft. Next time, I’m going to have her do that for me.

She might have come to us a virgin, but before the evening is through, we’ll know what thrills her, and she’ll have discovered what pleases us.

“Nice job.” Zev drops a kiss on her forehead.

He takes my former position, and I offer my assistance as she straddles his hips.

“Take hold of my cock.” Zev captures her wrist and shows her what he means. “Hold it steady and lower yourself on me. Go as slow as you need.”

Pressing her lips together, she does, nervously at first, then with a little more confidence.

Zev’s got her, his hands on her waist, offering support.

I move in behind her, on my knees, reaching around to cup her breasts and to flick my thumbnails over the taut peaks.

Once she has taken all of Zev, she pushes out a breath, then shakes her head back, sending her hair across her shoulders in a torrent of silky, blonde waves.

As she rides him, I press my dick against her back, matching their rhythm.

She’s so damn appealing that it won’t take much for me to come, my seed dripping down her spine.

“Can I touch you?” she asks.

The combination of her innocence and curiosity is unholy. “There’s nothing I’d like more.”

In a few seconds, I’m next to her while she and Zev are frantically fucking, her full breasts bouncing with each of his thrusts.

With tentativeness, she closes her palm around me.

So damn close to the edge, I inhale.

“Is that too hard?”

Fuck no.“Jack me off like a good girl.”

Her grip is exquisite, and the motion is perfect.

“Oh…” Her head rolls to one side.

“Come for me,” Zev encourages.

“Wow… It’s so much.”

Stroking me harder, she shudders. Then she freezes and releases her grip on my cock.

I take over, finishing myself off while Zev lifts his hips several times before clenching his jaw in climax.

Her body goes limp, and drops forward, into Zev’s waiting arms.

He holds her tight, stroking her hair as I ejaculate on her warm skin.

“I think we all need a shower,” I observe a little later, when we finally stir.

“Or a bath,” she adds.