Page 38 of Awakening
“I’ve already experienced Yanna, and I can’t lie, I’d love to revisit that chapter. That fine ass woman could have you on your knees begging,” I said as Ajaih laughed a full belly laugh.
“And her ass doesn’t even realize how alluring she is, and the power she weilds over us. Knox, I can’t wait for you to meet Yanna and everyone else, but especially Yanna, and you’ll understand what we’re saying.”
“I can’t wait either, and to answer your question, I’m open to meeting like-minded people, I’m open to couples who have healthy polyamorous connections, and I’m always open to pleasure,” he smirked as he got out of bed and headed to handle his morning hygiene and start breakfast.
“Freckles, let me find out you kept me in this bed because you were waiting for Knox to wake up and cook,” her laughter filling my ears.
“Mavi, I trust you with my life when it comes to nursing, but I trust Knox with my appetite.”
“Let him know, mama,” Knox called from the bathroom,causing us both to laugh.
It had been years since this much joy filled my life. The next few days were a haze of beauty and indulgence. We explored Santorini, taking in the architecture and culture, and enjoying the intimate moments between alleyways where bougainvillea climbed over the beautiful whitewashed walls, as we laughed until we cried in hidden cafes. We shared gelato, took selfies in front of cliffside churches, and danced to live music on rooftops.
Knox introduced us as his lovers, boldly and brazenly, when we met his business partner at the restaurant that had transformed his life as a chef. I didn’t expect the pride I felt in that moment, standing at Ajaih’s side with Knox’s hand on my lower back. His partner blinked once and smiled, as if it made perfect sense, because it did.
That night, Knox closed the restaurant just for us. He cooked a six-course meal, each dish more intimate than the last. We began with grilled octopus drizzled in lemon oil and finished with warm, honey-drenched loukoumades, which Knox served us by hand. In between came tender lamb skewers dusted with smoked paprika, fresh orzo salad with cucumber and mint, wine-poached figs with creamy goat cheese, and handmade pasta tossed with saffron cream and truffle shavings. The flavors lingered on our lips, and so did Knox’s fingers. Every bite was a seduction, every glance filled with passion.
Ajaih and Knox had this flirtatious rhythm, their banter quick and sharp. She’d tease him about his knife skills; he’d mock-gasp and offer to duel with a breadstick. I loved watching how easily she disarmed him, how her laughter made his chest expand with contentment due to the way her touch made his body still, so that he could relish in it.
Time seemed to blur into soft ecstasy at the villa. Ajaih had listened and followed my direction when I told her I wanted her nude as much as possible. Like the good girl she aimed to be, she’d taken to lounging nude around the pool like a sun-kissed siren, her skin glistening, her body uninhibited and unapologetically free. Knox and I couldn’t keep our eyes off of her, how she stretched out on the chaise, dipped her toes in the water, sauntered with all that honeyed heat in her hips driving us wild with need.
One afternoon, the three of us decided we would spend the day lounging on the daybed under the shade of the pergola. The air was warm, our drinks cold, and the tension impossible to ignore. Knox's lips brushed her shoulder as I sat between her thighs, gently tracing circles, every kiss and stroke of our fingers causing her laughter to melt into moans. Before I knew it, she was jacking my dick slowly, talking me through it.
“I’m not stopping until this big fat dick makes a mess all over my hands, Daddy,” she said nastily in my ear as Knox watched with stars in his eyes, one hand around her throat, and the other around his rigid pipe.“
“Tell me,” she demanded.
Her hand moved from tip to base.
“This dicks belong to me.”
Her hand moved from base to tip.
“Tell me, it fucking belongs to me,” her teeth sinking into my neck.
I’d only ever seen her be submissive, so this side of her had my dick so hard it hurt.
My head dropped back, “Ohhhhh, baby, it fucking belongs to you, fuck,” I groaned, my mouth agape as she leaned forward, letting a trail of her saliva drop from herlips to mine, slow, sensual, vulgar. The intimacy. The trust. The need. My whole body flushed with heat as it landed on my tongue, and I swallowed without breaking eye contact. In this moment, I needed her dominance like I needed my next breath.
“Good boy,” she praised, causing my nut to rush to the head of my dick and shoot all over her soft hands.
“Ajaih, baby, what the fuckkkkk,” I moaned out, my chest heaving up and down.
“Ahhhhh,” Knox grunted as his orgasm slammed into him as he released all over his hand.
“Let me taste,” She said to Knox.
The look on his face as she parted her lips and he placed his cum covered fingers in her mouth to lick clean? Covered with desire and obsession. After she swallowed every drop of him, she kissed him deep, nasty, bordering on obscene, before kissing me the same way. The pool shimmered beside us as Knox and I recovered, and Ajaih smirked.
There were nights we didn’t have sex; we just curled up on the balcony with glasses of ouzo, watching the stars blur as we whispered sweet nothings and promises we intended to keep, but there were mornings we couldn’t keep our hands off each other before breakfast. It was beautifully balanced.
As the final day crept closer, a shadow pressed in.
We were lounging on sun-warmed pillows, Knox twirling the ringlets of Ajaih’s hair around his finger as he stole kisses whenever the mood hit him, when my phone buzzed. I’d been DND most of the trip, and I almost didn’t answer this time, but it was James Jr.
“Blue,” his voice cracked through the line as I listened, "you need to come home. Dad’s not doing well. If you wanna say those things you’ve been holding in, now’s the time."
My stomach dropped, and my heartbeat stuttered.
