Page 43 of Arris, Jayme & Dyani
I didn’t have to say a word before Jayme leaned down and licked some of it. I collapsed on the bed beside Dyani. Jayme licked her stomach clean, running her tongue back and forth over the nut I’d left, and swallowed.
Dyani was still a shaking mess when Jayme tossed her leg over Dyani’s, gripped it, and rubbed their wet pussies along each other. They were both soaking wet and my dick fought to get hard again while Jayme wined her hips and rubbed her and Dyani’s clits against each other. I watched their wet pussies slip and slide.
“Fuck, Jayme,” Dyani moaned.
“You feel so good,” Jayme countered. “Fuck. You feel so good,” she repeated.
“Don’t stop,” Dyani begged. “Don’t stop.”
Jayme sped up and Dyani started moving against her too, both of them frantically trying to get their nuts.
It was Jayme who got it first and her entire body convulsed while Dyani kept going until she got hers. When she came, she was a mess, falling to the side while trying to come down from her orgasm.
We lay in silence for a moment before we hopped up, cleaned up, and collapsed back into bed.
I kissed the top of Dyani’s head then the top of Jayme’s and let my eyes flutter shut. This had to be what heaven felt like,wedged between two amazing women who wanted me and each other.
Fuck.
I wanted this for the rest of my life.
Jayme’s breathing evened out quickly and I felt my body shut down while I lazily trailed a hand up and down Dyani’s shoulder.
“Arris,” Dyani said quietly and I forced my eyes back open.
“Yeah, love?”
“I think I’m going to head to my apartment.”
“What?”
“I don’t want to do the walk of shame in the morning,” she confessed.
“The walk of shame?” I chuckled. “What does that even mean?”
“It means the last thing I want is to be walking up to my apartment in the morning in my clothes from the night before looking sleepy and freshly fucked. Besides, I’m sure word has gotten back to my brother that I had my tongue down Jayme’s throat by now.”
“Nobody is scared of your brother but you.” I yawned and stretched. “But you’re not a hostage, love. If you want to go home, I’ll get you home.”
“I can get myself there.” She giggled. “It’s a two-minute walk in the same building.”
Dyani pushed herself up and I pushed up too.
“And? I’m not letting you walk next door without me.”
“You slept with me and now you’re my protector?” Dyani teased.
“I was crashing shit behind you even before that.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I hopped up and stretched. “I have a shirt you can throw on so you don’t have to try to get that dress back on.”
“Thank you.”
“Welcome.”
I walked to Jayme’s dresser and opened a few drawers before I found the one with some of my old shirts. I passed Dyani a shirt and a pair of Jayme’s athletic shorts to slip on.
