Page 27 of Their Little Snow Angel
“Get ready, little angel.” Heath presses his tip against my asshole. “Take some deep breaths and push out a little for me.”
I do as he asks. Soon, the impossible thickness of him presses inside.
Brody reaches up to cup my cheek. “Breathe, angel. Your daddies are taking good care of you.”
I nod and focus on taking deep breaths. It’s so tight, both of them inside me like this. I can’t even move.
Brody pulls out a little ways, then pushes back in. Heath does the same. I hold still, trusting them to find a rhythm that works for all of us. They always do.
“Fuck, feels so good.” Brody pulls on my ass, spreading me for Heath. “You’re perfect, Violet. The perfect girl for us.”
It doesn’t take long before Heath’s slow intrusion turns fast. The force of his thrusts presses me into Brody, my clit rubbing over Brody’s base on every downstroke. My muscles tighten, my body shakes. The movement of my breasts jars the clamps on my nipples, and more hot spikes of pleasure shoot to my clit. I’m close, so close to an orgasm.
“Coming soon, little girl?” Heath slams in again, harder than before. “Going to come on your daddies’ cocks?”
“Yes!” I cry. “Please!”
With slapping thrusts, our bodies rock together, chasing the ultimate pleasure.
“Come now, angel.” Brody lifts his head and kisses me, his tongue twining with mine.
I can’t help but obey. Sweet, tender pleasure explodes, overtaking every cell. I have no knowledge, no language, no instincts but to be here in this moment with these men I love.
Brody comes with a shout, Heath with a grunt. They remain where they are, coating my insides with their release. It takes us a long, long moment to catch our breath.
“Remember the first time we did this?” Heath leans forward, his chest against my back. He kisses my shoulder blades, my spine, before easing out of me. “It was Brody behind you, then.”
“With the plug,” I say. “My first time with it.”
Brody looks up at me and smiles, his easy grin one of the most beautiful sights in the world. “Since then, we’ve tried every toy in those bags you brought.”
They have been my ultimate partners in adventure. No suggestion was too taboo, too random, too weird. It probably helps that my particular desires are considered fairly tame in the lifestyle. I never felt ashamed for bringing up ideas like role-playing, bondage, impact play, scenarios where they chase me, scenes where I pretend to be a shy, inexperienced virgin, and so on. We’ve approached each new experience like a fun experiment. We’ve found things we love, things we like okay, and things we probably won’t try again.
We’ve also found love. So, so much love.
The guys carefully remove my clamps. They clean me up and we dress in our matching Christmas pajamas—fuzzy sets printed with snowflakes and reindeer.
Heath goes to the kitchen and comes out a few moments later with a tray of hot cocoa.
He exchanges a look with Brody. Once again, they’re doing their wordless communication—talking without talking.
“What are you guys thinking?” I cock my head. “I’m missing something.”
“Well, you know how we’ve tried out all the toys,” Heath begins. “But not quite every single one.”
I frown. How could we have missed one?
“There’s one more toy to try,” Brody says. “It’s under the tree.”
I eye the small box, my curiosity piqued. “We said no gifts this year. We’re saving for a vacation this summer.”
We agreed on Iceland. I’ve always wanted to visit, and the guys want to take photos of as many waterfalls as possible.
“Humor us?” Heath asks. “We really wanted to get this for you.”
I let out a little huff of frustration and grumble, “I would’ve gotten gifts for the two of you if I’d known.”
“Don’t worry about that, angel. Please. Open your gift.” Brody hands me the box.
