When the Sheets Talk (Part 3)
I was jealous of the spa rock floor getting pounded by the shower spray. I wanted a pounding in one place, and I wasn’t getting it. Impaled on Rafe’s cock, he wanted to hear about Mara. I was embarrassed.
No. Maybe I needed to own the real reason. I wanted to keep that experience for me. The problem was I didn’t keep things from Rafe.
Rafe’s fingertips melded into my skin. His cock throbbed inside me. He knew I waivered, contemplating what to do. Teeth landed on that tendon on my shoulder, my spot of ecstasy. Adding his tongue to his exploration, I dropped my head back. He nibbled on my neck as he gripped my ass and when he reached my jawline, I caved. The words blurted out.
“I liked her technique better than yours.”
I expected him to stop kissing me, but he didn’t. Instead, Rafe pumped his pelvis.
Needing to see him, I lifted my head. His intensity nailed me as his raw desire seared me.
“Her tongue was like velvet.”
My body memories of her tongue work flooded me as Rafe began a rhythm.
“Mara had a light touch. She teased me to come out and play.”
Forehead to forehead, I smelled his want. My butt rubbed across his hairy legs as he gripped my ass pulling me closer with every pelvic thrust.
“She danced on my clit with her tongue.”
“And you liked it?”
I hesitated for a brief second. “I loved it.”
“And you want more.”
“I want more, too.” Rafe pressed a finger against my asshole and continued his stroke pace. He teased me so well. They both did but in different ways. My orgasm was building.
“Give me more.”
“She wrapped her lips around my clit as I do on your cock.”
Rafe groaned. The detail was what he wanted.
“She sucked hard. She nipped me.”
I sunk my nails into Rafe’s shoulder blades and he finally let loose.
“She swirled her tongue.”
His moan erupted as his orgasm did. With frenzied hammering, he took me with him.
The water splattered on the shower floor. Our breathing encircled the space. Locked together in a body embrace on the bench, I sighed.
“You get me, Beth.”
I ran my fingers through his wet hair and kissed his forehead.
“You get me, too.
“I would like for the three of us to talk, before...”
“Before we become three.”
“I want you to have time alone with Mara.”
“You do? Why?”
“It’s the look you get when you are around certain women. Around Mara. When you think no one is watching. I feel it. You’re yearning.”
“Rafe, you’re right. I think I’ve denied it.”
“That’s why I invited her over.”
“You know what I want better than I do, Rafe.”
“We know each other’s.”
“I’m pretty sure you have ideas of what you’d like to do with her now.”
I tilted my head and gazed at Rafe.
“I’ll be thinking about it. But if you have any ideas, I expect you to share.”
His cock came to life under my butt.
“I believe in sharing.”