“Laugh at us, would you?” growled Keith and he bent down to her. In a moment, the thong was pulled back, and his tongue was inside the folds of her body.
Jason kissed her on the lips, his breathing fast, his eyes blazing. She closed her eyes giving herself over to the sensations from her body, the shining flood of pleasure which filled her from head to toe. Keith moved his mouth slowly up from her cunt to her breast. Each moment’s delay from climax was unbearable. Jason took Keith’s place at her pussy. She was close to coming.
“Wait!” she said.
Keith lifted his mouth from her breast, and Jason from her groin.
“What?” asked Keith.
“I want you inside me,” she replied.
Keith smiled, a smile which flipped her heart over, and reached for the top drawer of bedside cabinet. He took out two condoms, handed one to Jason and tore the other one open. He slathered his cock with lube, and passed the bottle back to Jason, who was just behind him, his eyes rapt.
He inched into her, waiting for her to clamp tight, ready to withdraw if she did. He could feel the velvet silkiness of her insides. Jason turned Keith’s head to one side and kissed him intensely, then bent forward to kiss Esmé. Knowing now that he wouldn’t hurt her, Keith began to drive into her. Each thrust rubbed her already wet clitoris, jolting her into spasms of intense pleasure. Still she hadn’t climaxed. Keith’s eyes were closed, his head back, his mouth open in ecstasy, as he speeded up his hip movements.
“I’m—ah—oh God!—it’s ….” And Esmé came, great shuddering jolts to her body, her mind empty of everything except the white flame of her pleasure. Almost simultaneously, Keith gasped and arched his back as he came too.