The Yes is real x

The drinks had flowed just easily enough to blur the edges of the room, leaving behind a heavy, intoxicating heat that had nothing to do with the weather outside. We dragged the chairs back, clearing the center of the lounge room to claim the space, and I threw down a thick, plush blanket onto the floor a makeshift stage for exactly what we had been whispering about all evening. From my vantage point, lounging back against the cushions like a queen surveying her court, I had the perfect bird’s-eye view of the entire beautifully wicked display.

​She was breathtaking, and the chemistry between the three of us was an absolute electric current. I didn’t feel a single pang of hesitation; instead, a hot wave of ownership and arousal washed over me as I gave him the silent nod of permission to take her. She leaned over him first, her eyes locked onto mine as she took my man’s full length down her throat. Her tongue was unforgettable, artful, deliberate, and devastatingly thorough. I watched his hands grip her hair, his hips lifting slightly as she slicked him completely, putting on a masterful performance meant entirely for my eyes.

​Soon, I crawled down onto the blanket to join them, the friction of our skin sparking fresh heat. She turned her attention to me, and we crashed together in a deep, wet kiss. Tasting him on her lips was the ultimate aphrodisiac. We tangled together, tracing each other’s curves and putting on a breathless, sultry show for him as he watched us, hard and desperately eager to be unleashed.

​When the tension reached a boiling point, I decided exactly where everyone belonged. I grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him down, directing his face straight between her legs, telling him to devour her and not stop until he had tasted every single drop. He didn't need to be told twice. He buried his face into her soft heat, his tongue working with a ravenous, uninhibited hunger that had her hips arching off the blanket instantly. Her fingers knotted into the fabric as she began to squirm and buck against the relentless pressure of his mouth.

​Watching her unravel under his touch was too much to bear. I slid my own fingers down, entering myself right there on the floor, the rhythm of my hand matching the frantic pace of his tongue. Watching her pretty face contort with pleasure and hearing her breathless whimpers as he drove her over the edge sent me completely over my own. I hit a shattering, intense climax, my muscles squeezing around my fingers as a loud gasp tore from my throat.

​We left no one untouched and no desire unfulfilled. By the time the night finally wound down, the blanket was a tangled mess of slick bodies and heavy breathing. He was thoroughly drained, she was completely spent and glowing, and I was riding the high of a completely redefined boundary. As we lay there in the quiet of the lounge room, sticky and exhausted, we all knew this wasn't a one-time indulgence. The air was thick with the unspoken promise of what came next, leaving everyone entirely satisfied, yet desperately wanting more of our newfound, wicked wants.