Page 51 of The Moon & His Tides
Because he wanted a taste too.
I could see it in his eyes, and it made me come so bloody hard I almost passed out.
Instead, I curled over myself, pumping long ropes of seed onto my wife’s tongue and mouth, on her chin and cheeks so when I was finished, eyes opened once more, she was covered in me.
Her tongue darted out to lick up the traces on her lips, but I stopped her with my thumb pressed there.
“Don’t be greedy now, sweetheart,” I ordered softly. “Share with our guest.”
Her eyes flashed with renewed hunger as I helped her roll onto her back. Sebastian arched over her with his knees and hands on the bed.
“Lick her clean,” I told him, watching as he fought with himself, gaze flicking between me and Savannah’s cum-soaked skin. “It’s okay. I know you want to taste me.”
I cupped the side of his face, trailing the same thumb I’d used on her salty tongue to trace over his lips. His tongue darted out to follow the path, and his eyes darkened.
“Come here,” Savannah tempted, cupping the back of his head on the other side of my hand and bringing his face down to her.
She started off with a soft, open-mouthed kiss, sharing the residual taste of me with her tongue. They moaned into each other as he settled his weight fully on top of her. After a moment, I pulled him back with tight fingers in his hair.
“Lick her clean,” I repeated intractably.
He shivered slightly, eyes wide on mine, mouth red from Savannah’s kisses. When he bent his head, my spent cock kicked. He licked a trail of cum off her cheek and hummed lightly with approval.
“Fuck her until you come,” I told him. “You earned it.”
He sighed as he instantly fisted his shaft and sank back inside her heat, fucking her slow but hard, grinding into her clit as he continued to lick her clean and share the taste of me in languid kisses.
I watched them as I sat back against the headboard, the two of them churning just between my legs, fucking each other for me, pushing their boundaries because I asked them to. It was fucking heady. Nothing could compare except for the high I goton stage or on set. The feeling of having an audience in the palm of your hand.
“Pull out and come on her cunt.”
Sebastian growled as he fucked her hard and then pulled back, resting on his heels to rip the condom off and spray his cum over her slick, used pussy.
Before he’d finished, I was down there, licking up his mess and hers. The combined taste of them on my tongue was salt-sweet and ambrosial. I hummed as I swallowed the warm cum and Savannah’s juices, licking her until she came again, a shivery orgasm she sighed through, and then I licked her clean again.
When I looked up, Sebastian was slack-jawed, cheeks flushed, hair a mess. He was utterly debauched and the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen. Without thinking, I reeled him in with a hand on his neck and shared the remnants of cum on my tongue with him. He groaned into my mouth and clasped me even closer, licking behind my teeth in search of more.
“Enough,” Savannah said sleepily, pulling at my hand from where she lay. “I’m exhausted.”
Part of me wanted to tell her she could drift while I finally had some time to explore the man before me, but I knew she wouldn’t like it. More, I knew I shouldn’t want to do anything without my wife, even if she slept beside me. That was the agreement really. Together or nothing. I was lucky enough to have a partner who allowed me to indulge in my fantasies, and I was cognizant of being grateful and not pushing her too hard.
The truth was Savannah brought every man we’d played with to our marital bed, not me. Still, she’d done it for me because she knew I wanted it. Had coaxed the secret fantasies from me like she’d coaxed my dreams, whispers late at night drunk on martinis in the bar near my flat after I’d returned home from my stint in the RAF, disillusioned and alone. She’d promised a future for us both of success and happiness, the attainmentof our wildest dreams. It made me smile to think about that unhappily married American girl and the boy I’d been then and to know, against all the odds, Savannah had been proven right.
I pulled away from Sebastian with a little grin, shaking my hand on his neck a little in affection. “Bellisimo.”
His laugh was a sharp, startled syllable. “Grazie, signore.”
“Sleep,” Savannah insisted, pulling us both down by the hand on either side of her.
As soon as we flopped to the mattress, she arranged us to her liking, turning into Sebastian to rest her cheek on his chest, one leg thrown over his, her rump in the bowl of my hips, my arm tucked around her chest like a blanket.
She was out like a light the moment she settled.
“The remote for the music and the lights should be on the nightstand beside you,” I whispered to Sebastian.
He reached carefully for it so as not to disturb Savannah and flicked both off. We plunged into darkness, only the light from a waxing moon falling through the open curtains.
“You’re still wearing your clothes,” Sebastian noted.
