Less Than 24 Hours

“That… was really good,” Gemma sighed happily. She leaned back against you a little, her slick bare skin pressing against your chest. Your hands were up in her hair, soupy and softly massaging her scalp as the steam of the shower surrounded the three of you.

“What was your favourite part?” Sabrina asked with a little grin before kissing Gemma’s palm. She was gently washing your mutual girlfriend’s arms with a soapy loofah and a spot of the suds got on the tip of her nose.

Gemma smiled warmly and swiped the spot away. “Honestly?”

“No, lie to us,” you chuckled.

“My favourite part was right at the start, when I was sucking your cock, John, and you were eating me from behind, baby,” Gemma said. “It felt like I was giving and receiving so much love in that moment, and worshipping and being worshipped. I just… the sex was amazing, but the oral was really special.”

“And tasty,” Sabrina said.

“What was your favourite part, my darling love?” Gemma asked Sabrina.

“When you were on top of me and I was sucking on your boobs while John swapped back and forth between our pussies all slow,” Sabrina said. “And don’t get me wrong, the boobs and the dick and everything were great, but the thing that really got me was how you were looking at me.”

“Awe, baby,” Gemma crooned, pulling Sabrina closer and hugging her cheek to her chest.

“She’s not wrong, love,” you said. “My favourite part was right near the end there, in missionary. You always look hot as hell when we’re having sex, but the way you were looking at me so… I don’t even know what the right word would be for it. I felt like you were giving me everything, no exceptions. I had your whole heart, your whole body, your whole being, and you were trusting me with all of that explicitly.”

“Well, you have all those things now, too,” Gemma said, turning at the waist a little so she could snake an arm around your back and pull you into a kiss. When your lips parted she bit her lip softly and looked guilty. “I’m gonna be honest, though, I don’t even remember that happening. I think I went into a fuck-fog or something. Like, I remember bits of it, but at some point I was just so in the moment I stopped processing it. I don’t think I’ve ever had that happen before, even during the most overwhelming DP situations with you guys.”

“You got love drunk, and I love it,” Sabrina grinned. She puckered her lips and received a peck from Gemma.

The two of you continued to pamper Gemma as much as humanly possible. Every inch of her got scrubbed and massaged, and then you tag-teamed drying her off with the fluffiest towel in the apartment. You were then shooed out of the bathroom, and fifteen minutes later you had changed the bedding when they came out with their hair blow-dried and braided into single French braids.

“Her hair is gonna be so sexy and wavy tomorrow,” Sabrina grinned as she toyed with Gemma’s braid.

“You’ll look just as sexy, love,” Gemma said.

It was already late, and the three of you climbed into bed under the covers with Gemma in the middle. After a long, quiet moment of you holding the two of them in your arms, Gemma sighed and wriggled a little, lying on her stomach instead of her back.

“John?” she asked quietly. “Could you?”

“Could I?”

“Prone bone,” Sabrina smiled sweetly at you.

“I just want to feel you on top of me, love,” Gemma said. “I never want to forget the feeling.”

“Hold on,” Sabrina said, ducking under the covers. “I’ll make sure he’s good and ready.”

It really didn’t take much to ‘get you ready’ - you were already half-hard again after the shower and just lying naked with the two of them. A few quick sucks, a couple of strokes, and Sabrina had you rock hard again. As you shifted over Gemma, Sabrina guided your cock until you were pressed to the blonde’s entrance, and then you were sinking into her as you both sighed happily.

“What if I just wear you like a backpack all the way home?” Gemma mused teasingly. “Think I can get through security like that?”

“Is he considered a carry-on if he’s partially inside you?” Sabrina chuckled.

“You two are incorrigible,” you said and kissed Gemma’s cheek as you wove the fingers of both your hands with hers.

“Just to be clear, is this a soaking situation like a couple of Mormon teens, or is there going to be some actual fucking?” Sabrina asked.

You snorted and Gemma laughed but shook her head. “Just love me, please.”

“I can do that,” Sabrina said, snuggling in. You and Gemma got your arms around her, letting her squeeze close, and the brunette started softly making out with Gemma, occasionally tilting her chin up to trade some kisses with you as well.

“I’m gonna miss all of this,” Gemma murmured sadly.

“I’m going to miss kissing you every day,” Sabrina frowned. “I’m gonna miss your face, Gemma.”

“I’m going to miss your face, Sabrina,” Gemma sighed.

Then they both turned a little and looked at you. “I’ll… also miss your face?” you hedged.

Gemma rolled her eyes as she smiled. “Words aren’t enough,” she said.

“No, they aren’t.” You kissed her.

Eventually, some hip action started, your cock grinding in her pussy as her ass pressed up against your pelvis.

“Come for me, love,” Gemma crooned. “I want to fall asleep with it in me. Come for me.”

“Do it, John,” Sabrina said. “Give her what she needs.”

You groaned, dipping your head and kissing Gemma between her shoulder blades.

“Actually - put the tip in my ass, I want some there,” Gemma begged you. “Then the rest in my pussy. I want to feel you everywhere. I want your warm, sticky love in every place I can take it.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot, Gemma,” Sabrina breathed out. She was clearly teasing herself with her fingers as she sat with her nose inches from the blonde’s.

You grunted as you let go of Gemma’s hands and leveraged yourself up from how you’d been pressing down on her. Your cock left her tunnel, and she reached down and spread her cheeks under the covers so you could put your cock into position. It took a soft push and little pressure, and the head of your cock pried her anal ring open.

“Fuuuck,” Gemma moaned in unison with you as your orgasm peaked. To pulses of cum splattered into her ass. Then, as requested, you pulled out and scooped down to push back into her pussy, sliding deep into the slick, warm crevice. Your third spurt of cum was probably more On than In her, but the fourth and the fifth ended up well and truly in.

“That’s it, love,” Gemma sighed happily. “That’s it. Fill my holes. You’re the one. You’re my one. Fuuuuuck.”

“I think she might love you, John,” Sabrina said with a little grin.

“I think that might be the case,” you chuckled. She had a hand down under and working her clit as she squeezed her cunt around your cock still inside her, yet to have gone soft.

“I do,” Gemma panted as she came. “I really, really do.”

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