Billie - Part 3

Tom moved up her body, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips. "Because" he whispered against her mouth, "the longer we wait, the better it will be. Because you deserve to be overwhelmed. Because we want you to forget everything except this feeling."

He returned to her pussy, and this time he was merciless. He licked her with long, firm strokes, his tongue unrelenting, his fingers pumping inside her, hitting that spot again and again. I watched her face, watched her eyes roll back, watched her mouth open in a silent scream.

"Tom," she gasped. "Tom, I'm…"

He stopped.

Billie actually sobbed this time, tears gathering in her eyes, her whole body shaking with denied pleasure. She was beyond words now, reduced to pure sensation, pure need.

I took my final turn. I didn't tease this time. I devoured her. I sucked her clit into my mouth and fluttered my tongue against it in a rapid, relentless rhythm, my fingers sliding inside her, curling, pressing. She was so close, so fucking close, her hips bucking wildly, her hands gripping the headboard.

"Please," she managed, the word torn from her throat. "Please, I can't, I can't take any more. Please, Tom, I need you inside me. I need to feel full. I need you to fuck me. Please, Tom, please…"

Her begging was desperate, raw, utterly abandoned. She needed to be filled, to be completed, to have something to clench around when she finally, finally, was allowed to let go.

Tom looked at me, and I nodded. We had built her to this point, wound her so tight that she was shaking, and now it was time to give her what she needed.

Tom moved up her body, positioning himself between her legs. The head of his cock pressed against her entrance, slick and throbbing. "Look at me," he commanded gently.

She opened her eyes, glazed and wild.

"Tell me again," he said. "Tell me exactly what you need."

"I need you inside me," she sobbed. "Please, Tom, please fuck me. I need to feel you. I need you to fill me up. Please?"

He entered her in one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt, and Billie screamed, actually screamed, as her orgasm finally crashed through her. Her body convulsed around him, her pussy clenching rhythmically, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her.

Tom held still, letting her ride it out, her nails digging into his shoulders, her head thrown back in abandon. When she finally stilled, gasping and glowing, he began to move slow, deep thrusts that hit every sensitive spot inside her, drawing out her pleasure, making her shudder with aftershocks.

"Again," he whispered. "I want to feel you come again."

And she did, sooner than she thought possible, her body primed and sensitive, responding to his every movement. I stayed beside them, my hand between my own legs, watching my husband pleasure this beautiful woman the way she deserved, giving her everything she had begged for and more.

When she finally collapsed, utterly spent, Tom withdrew carefully and gathered her into his arms. I moved to her other side, and we held her between us, our hands stroking her damp skin, our lips pressing gentle kisses to her shoulders, her neck, her forehead.

"How do you feel?" Tom asked, his voice tender.

"Like..." She laughed softly, tears gathering in her eyes. "Like I've never felt before. Cherished. Seen."

"Good," Tom said, kissing her temple. "That's exactly how you should feel. Always."

We lay together as the candles burned low, Tom's hand resting warmly on her hip, mine tangled in her hair. The room smelled of sex and wax and wine, a pleasant exhaustion settling over us.

"That," Tom said, his voice content, "was exactly what I hoped for. You are magnificent, Billie."

She laughed softly, her eyes half-closed, her body still humming. "Is it always like this?"

I smiled and kissed her forehead. "With Tom? It can be. If you want it to be."

She looked at me, then at Tom, seeing the same warmth she felt reflected in our eyes. She had crossed a threshold tonight, guided by Tom's confident hand and my welcoming touch, and found something beautiful on the other side.

Tom reached over to dim the last candle, his voice soft in the darkness. "Sleep now. I have more ideas for the morning. But only if you want them."

Billie closed her eyes, safe between us, already knowing that whatever came next would be exactly what she needed.

End of the first part.

I hope you enjoyed reading this naughty tale. There's still Saturday and Sunday to go... so let me know if you liked it and want to read more... XOXO, Anne