Have you ever wanted someone with such great passion?
Every waking moment, all you can think of is them.
To feel their skin under your hands.
To own every part of them.
That's how Damien and Javier feel about April Watters.
They want to possess her...
"Promise," he repeats as his fingers slide back into me to begin the cycle all over again. "You're so hot and wet. I cannot wait to get inside you."
My head weakly bobs up and down as my attempt as nodding. I feel my body about to fall as my legs are starting to become weaker.
I cannot take another round of this.
I resume on my task again. Desperately trying to finish before Javier brings me in the verge of another climax again. I try to move fast, but my body has become weak from the last two unfinished climaxes that my limbs feel too limp to do anything. Added with Javier's constant pumping fingers turning my brain to mush and I've practically been almost rendered useless. I manage to concentrate enough to finally get Damien's belt off and his pants unbuttoned. I simultaneously take hold of his pants and briefs together and pull down as much as I can in my standing position, just as a new climax is about to overtake me. I let Damien's pants fall down on their own to quickly capture Javier's hand before it can leave me again.
"No!"
Not this time. Not again.
With my hand over his, I guide his fingers in an in and out circle motion, massaging my climax to completion. As if I am having an out of body experience, my body begins shaking from the strength of the pent-up climax.
"Fuck. That was hot babe," Damien exclaim.
I am not sure how much time has gone by, as my climax felt like it went on for hours. My legs finally give out, but thankfully Javier catches me and hauls me into his arms, carrying me to the bed.
Javier sits on the bed with me placed on his lap. He moves me about until I am straddled on his lap facing him. I feel his erection pressing between us, and that is what I realize his pants are gone.
When the hell did he even do that?
I feel Damien move up behind me, and he begins to massage me gently. It is as if magically my shoulder nerves are connected to my vagina because with each stroke and press of his hands I can feel the sensation right down deep inside of me. Sliding down, with a snap, Damien undoes my bra claps and Javier slides the straps down my arms and those it.
"So beautiful," Javier whispers more to himself, as he palms my breasts.
My body becomes inflamed from their constant massaging and my sex begins quaking, silently begging for attention. As if he could hear my vaginas beckoning call, Javier snaps the waistband of my underwear as if it was nothing and sliding it from under me.
"I really want to be inside you," Javier whispers.
His fingers caress my folds as his thumb tickles my bud.
"Please," I beg again.
I'm not sure how much more I can take.
"You want me?" he smiles cockily. "You want my babe?"
"Yes!"
Two fingers dip inside me and instinctively my inner muscles clench around them. Though they ease my need slightly, my body knows that they are nothing compared to what I really want.
"Come and get me, mon amour."
Javier pulls his fingers away from me then licks my juices, giving me his seductive challenging look. Javier then lays back and his folds his hands behind his head.
"Come and get me," he repeats.
I hesitate nervously looking down at Javier's massive length. Though I have had him inside me before, I have never done it myself. And looking down at his engorged veiny length, I'm not sure how he ever even fit before, to begin with.
"Don't worry," Damien whispers from behind me, "I'll help you."
Damien kisses down my neck while giving me sensual tickles to help me relax. I take a hold of Javier's erection slowly stroking it in time to Damien's touches. Taking of hold of my waist, Damien lifts me upon Javier's core as if I weighed nothing. I follow Damien's instructions and place Javier at my center. Javier grasps my hips helping me steady myself. Slowly, Damien lowers me onto Javier's erection inch by inch. The feeling of complete fullness as Javier fills me is indescribable. Javier lowers down to the bed, taking me with him so my bottom was in the air. Taking control, Javier with his hands on my waist aided me in moving above him: back and forth, up and down.
"You look exquisite," Damien whispers as he massages my back all the way down to my bum. "I think I've waited long enough to take that sweet little virgin ass of yours. I think tonight is the night."
What!
I want to something about not being ready but I cannot concentrate on anything with Javier's constant manipulations beneath me. I feel Damien disappear for a moment then return again. I feel his hands again massage down my back trying to sooth my obvious nerves.
"Shhh, relax my love. This is how we are meant to be together."
A cold feeling is followed by pressure against my backside as Damien's erection thrusts softly. There is a slight discomfort as inch by inch more of him inches forward opening me up before he finally surges deep inside me. An incredible feeling of fullness overtakes me like nothing I have ever felt before. Damien stills for a moment, asking me how a feel. A barely audible whimper even to my own ears is my response as my senses become overwhelmed. After a beat, Damien begins to move. I grasp onto the sheets for support and we begin moving in a synchronized dance for what feels like an eternity.
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Snuggled between them, the overwhelming feeling of being drowned in pleasure overtakes me and a supernova of an orgasm tickled every nerve ending of my body.
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Javier meticulously strokes my arm, seemingly examining me as I lay against his chest. The room is silent with the only noise coming from Damien's soft snoring. I examine Javier's features in the dark. His strong jawline seems even sharper than I have ever remembered and his piercing greens eyes brighter. The blue moonlight shining through the window lands on him giving his tan skin a soft glow. Javier's eyes meet mine watching and he gives me a small smile.
"See something you like?"
I nod that I do.
"Can I ask you something?"
He says nothing so I proceed.
"Were you in love with Renée?"
"Does it matter?" he says after a long while.
His hand falls away from me and he crosses his arms across his chest. His gaze turns towards the ceiling and his eyebrows scrunch together as if thinking.
Does it matter?
"It depends."
After a long silence, he finally speaks again.
"Either way, she didn't love me. They never do." He says the last part more to himself.
I sort of sadness or disappointment is clearly visible in his eyes.
I love you, I want to say, but the words just won't leave me.
