Page 49 of The Moon & His Tides
And I was proved right three minutes later, his thick fingers pumping into her cunt with obscenely wet slaps, his lush mouth sealed around her clit, when Savannah dissolved to pieces on his tongue.
“Such a sweet slut for us,” I bent to whisper in her ear, nipping at her lobe. “Show him what a good boy he is for fucking you with that pretty mouth.”
She arched like a too tightly strung bow, producing a sharp, off-key note that was nonetheless gorgeous to my ears in the moment before she snapped and gave over to her climax.
Sebastian ate her languidly as she spiraled like a feather to the ground, her pants turned soft, her head lolling between her shoulders so it rested against my stomach, her fingers resting gently now in his thick hair.
“What a talented mouth you have,” I said in a voice I barely recognized. Though we’d played with half a dozen partners over the five years of our marriage, I had never been so aroused as I was then, Savannah destroyed by both Sebastian’s physical efforts and my mental gymnastics. She loved to feel both the lady and the whore, and having a man bow to her needs while the other lorded it over her was her ultimate fantasy.
One I’d always been happy to cater to because it so closely aligned with my own.
But this was somehow more than that.
It was specific not just to my wife but tohim.
The big, beautiful black-haired man on his knees between Savannah’s thighs, his mouth wet from her cunt, his fingers still inside her, propriety now like he owned her a little after earning her cum, but his eyes. Oh! His golden predator’s eyes were on me and though his posture was submissive enough, those orbs blazed with glorious inner fire as they pinned me in my place.
You may control me for the moment, they dared,but like a caged animal, I can turn on you in the span of a blink.
I fought a hard shudder and rolled it off my back. There would be no battles for control in this, my domain. Sebastian was mine.
(Mine but I was not his.)
“On your knees on the bed, Savannah,” I told her, wrapping my hand around the front of her throat to tip her head back from me. “I think the only way to absolve ourselves of our sins is to repent again and again until you cry out for mercy. What do you think?”
A throaty little purr was my response. Her lids fluttered shut as I dipped as though to kiss her and instead bit at her bottom lip. She shivered.
I stepped back to give her room to stand and motioned for Sebastian to do the same. He rocked back onto his heels, still onhis knees because I hadn’t given him verbal leave to get up. Oh, but he was a sweet sub when he wanted to be, even if he didn’t know it yet.
Savannah got gingerly to her feet and wobbled slightly in her high heels. Seb reached out to steady her with his hands at her hips, which was frankly inspiring.
“I think she may need help getting to the bed,” I suggested with a raised brow.
Immediately, he pushed his shoulder into her belly and tossed her up over his shoulder. She let out a little squeal of indignation and hit him lightly on the back, but he ignored her, stalking across the space to the bed and depositing her gently, with utter control of his strength, onto the mattress.
They looked beautiful like that, his body bowed over hers, dark and masculine, hers a pale curve like a crescent moon against the night sky. I could have sat in the chair beside the bed and just watched them fuck all night, languidly fisting my own cock, edging myself as I made them edge each other, but I was too greedy.
I needed to be inside my wife.
I needed to be insidehim.
It was too soon to introduce him to the delights of anal sex, but I could find other ways to show him how a man could fuck another man, and I was ludicrously eager to do so.
But when I moved to the edge of the bed and ran a proprietary hand down Sebastian’s flank to the round, muscular swell of his pale arse and he arched shamelessly into my touch, it was Savannah who took umbrage.
“I believe,” she said in something of a sultry hiss. “You are both apologizing to me for your bad behaviour, so the focus should be onme.”
“Greedy girl,” I admonished, but with one lingering caress of Sebastian’s beautiful body, I stepped away and walked towardthe head of the bed. “On your hands and knees then, Savannah. Show us how much you can take.”
She shifted sinuously into position; Sebastian draped over her back as one large hand fiddled with her nipples. I undid my belt and unfastened my trousers but didn’t take them off. I enjoyed the power of being fully clothed, the obscenity of my large cock protruding from the fabric as I got onto my knees on the mattress before Savannah.
I fisted my hand in that cloud of silken hair and angled her head back sharply so she gasped, pretty mouth falling open. I slotted my thumb onto her tongue and watched as she instinctively suckled on it.
“Would you like Sebastian to fuck your greedy wet pussy?” I asked her. “Would you like him to ride you and use you until he’s begging me to let him come inside you?”
She moaned around my thumb, and Sebastian echoed her, his gaze hot on the two of us, his hands resting lightly on her rump like he waited for my permission to proceed.
“After he’s tested, I’ll even let his cum fill you up to the brim until it’s leaking out of your hole, and then I’ll fit myself between your thighs and lick you clean,” I promised them both to a resounding chorus of more moans.
