I Think I Want More

Time seems to almost freeze as my mind indulges in a fantasy. The future forking off into two directions and I let myself skip down one side to see what it would be like.

To see what would happen if I had both at the very same time and without restrictions, without hesitations, without stopping.

Just giving in. Utterly.

My legs part and my mouth opens and I moan, so loud that there can be no mistake what is happening here. I don't muffle myself or do anything to keep quiet because I want them to know. I want everyone around to know what is happening.

Especially both of my men who are on me now, shifting to turn their full attention on me.

On one side Jake tightens his grip and tries to draw me into him, pulling my thigh a little closer to him and sliding his hand up so his fingers curl just inside the top of my dress. His lips move into me again and again with a needy insistence, slipping down achingly slowly over my collarbone and onto the top of my breasts, making me shudder with delight and eager need as I sigh into him and beg him for a little more.

I want him to go faster. I want him to be harder, so relentless that I can't do anything but give in to him. I want him to take from me what he will and give me what I need and want, the ability to just stop questioning myself.

Blake can give me that, I know he can. He's so selfish and self-serving that he could blaze a trail without once considering me and maybe that makes him perfect.

Not for a future and not for love but for the now and the immediate, for the man who can teach me what this body can take, who can make me understand my full and utter limits.

Blake wants to be that for me but along the way he wants to mold and shape me into the kind of woman that will be his subservient little thing. That will cater to his every need and whim.

I need to walk a fine line with him in my real life. But in this fantasy I am experiencing now I can just let go.

So when fantasy Blake senses Jake pull my attention he takes it back with a growl. His fingers dig into my thigh for a flash before they dart up between my legs and close possessively over the mound of my sex. They press in and feel the heat of me, the need of me, and they make me moan as his other hand turns my head to him and kisses me, deliberate and rough.

This draws the attention of Jake.

I feel his hands hesitate on me, freezing in place. He wants but this is unexpected and I don't know whether it's unwelcome and my mind races in a dozen different directions at once until it registers with me that this isn't really real.

This is all in my mind. This is all my fantasy.

So whatever I want to have happen, it can happen. I can make it happen.

I pull back gasping and eyes wide I look at both of my boys. I stare from one to the other and I bite my bottom lip and then nod at them, breathing heavily as I slide my ass back and fall away from their hands, from their touch, from their attentions.

Graceful and slender I lay myself on the ground behind me. I breathe slow and cautious and, with one hand reserved for each of them, I beckon them forward.

Curling a finger, my eyes heavy and heady with lust. My lips pursed with a promise that this will be a night they'll never forget.

And it's all in my mind, the real world frozen while I fantasize.

But it's so close to real that I can almost feel myself slip into truly believing.

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