Page 32 of In Their Hearts
I lean and press forward, silently praying it doesn't cause her pain. The second her inner walls give way, she takes the rest of my cock. Gripping and strangling my shaft.
“Jo... oh god... so fucking tight.” I feel her clamp around me, testing the intrusion
My breathing picks up, and I start to sweat. I'm trying to be patient, but my body wants me to move.
“Are you okay? Jo, honey, can I move now?” Grants cock slips free from her mouth.
“Yes. Clay, please fuck me. Show me how good it can feel.”
I moan at her words, pulling my cock out slowly and watching her pussy suck it back in. Unhurried. The sight is doing nothing to prolong my orgasm. Damn.
My hands slide under her ass, and I increase my pace. My orgasm is too close.
“Grant, babe, I'm close. Her pussy is holding my cock so tight... ah... so fucking hot.”
The room is filled with our moans and the wet sounds of sex. My fingers go to her clit, rubbing and applying pressure. I want her to go over with us.
“Oh... fuck... yes!” Grant curses, unable to hold back.
I watch her swallow, fighting not to miss a drop. Fuck. She looks just as cum hungry as I am.
“Ah! I'm coming.” My thrusts are jerky as I come, filling the condom. My fingers are still working her clit until I hear her crying our names. The best sound I’ve ever heard and one I want to hear again. And again.
I brace myself over her as I try to catch my breath and memorize this moment. Jo's body is flushed a pretty pink as she lies sated.
This woman is doing strange things to me. I love my husband deeply, but I'm falling for this dangerously strong redheaded woman.
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Jolee
They’ve wrecked me.
Broken me open.
Wide open.
I feel vulnerable but strangely safe.
I’m not sure how I thought I would feel after having sex for the first time. I also didn’t think I’d be losing my virginity at twenty-eight years old, but here I am.
Surprisingly, I am not sore, and I feel renewed. Calm in a way I haven’t been in a while. My mind and body are always thinking and moving. Never stopping. It’s been an unhealthy coping mechanism. I can see that now. It was easier to shove those feelings and fears down than to face them alone.
Alone.
I’ve felt so alone. That’s it. I never wanted to name it.
These men might have taken my virginity; however, they are giving me so much more. I’m recognizing what my heart hasn’t wanted to face since Andy’s death.
And the fears, hatred, and blame that came with his death are surfacing again, but I’m not as afraid. If this were even a year ago, I’d be scared and would have moved. Trying to start over again like that would change things. But I’m learning it doesn’t work that way.
Clay and Grant are providing me with safety, which no one has before. Not my parents or friends. Not his family.
The unexpected has happened with them, and it feels like fate is opening a new door. A new possibility, or at least some safety. I don’t have to navigate through life alone anymore. I could try to find a new partner. I want something more in my life.
Now, last night. They made me feel like I’m desirable. These two men, on some level, do care for me. This exploration with them is opening me up in ways I never thought I would.
Honestly, I thought I would end up alone for the rest of my life. To think I almost missed out on orgasms given by my men. That would’ve been a tragedy.
