things happen in the perfect ebb and flow.
Tonight he finally got the chance to truly kiss her, and exactly like when he started any other art project, he made sure to block everything else out and concentrate.
Her mouth melded to his, but even though they knew each other forever, and they slept together, still her lips trembled. She was unsure, but willing, and he needed to make her secure and comfortable. He started slow, took his time to open his mouth. Taste the peppermint toothpaste lingering on her tongue, and smile at the way she gasped when he deepened the kiss.
She kept up with him, matching his movements as if they had spent years kissing. Maybe in some way they did. However, the reality was much more vibrant, full of depth and color and that extra spark that let him know he had much more than dime store art, but a masterpiece.
His body heated, the burn taking residence right in his jeans. It took every bit of his strength to keep his promise and take his time. He pulled back, and she paused before opening her eyes.
He never broke eye contact with her. Once again their history worked in his favor, and he knew Russell stared at them. His job was not only to make sure they savored this but to keep things moving. "I'm not sure Russell has properly kissed you this evening." He moved aside.
In the moment where Russell leaned over the edge of the tub and took Lauren into his arms Jason knew exactly how deep his best friend's feelings ran for the woman in the water. For that matter Jason also knew how deep Russell felt for him. His traditional buddy would never opt to share the woman he wanted unless this meant everything to him. However, in this case it wasn't sharing. They had synergy. The three of them were definitely better together.
Russell kissed her, and Lauren wrapped her arm around his neck. She arched her back causing her breasts to emerge from the water. A perfect picture.
Before he could send Russell the message to touch her, his best friend's hand cupped her breast, his fingertips brushing the already hard nipple.
She moaned and snaked her hand up to grab the hair at the nape of Russell's neck.
They became lost in each other. Taking full advantage of what had been denied them for nearly a decade. Jason took his opportunity to move back down to his original spot, and let his hands continue where his washcloth left off. With her wet skin he had no trouble sliding his hand up and down her leg, taking the time to admire each curve. He made sure he explored every inch, working up to her inner thigh where he stopped just short of his goal.
"Oh." With her eyes shut, she moved her hips toward him.
His erection swelled as his fingertips came closer.
Russell moved down to her neck, her chest and then encompassed her nipple with his mouth, and she bit her lip.
She spread her legs, giving Jason his invitation. He swiped the bubbles away spying her well-groomed racing stripe, and his mouth began to water. At last his hand delved for the treasure he really wanted to find, but allowed only one finger to travel down her folds.
While Russell took care of her mouth and breasts, he concentrated on what the two of them could do to bring her pleasure.
He grazed the one spot he searched for.
She gasped and arched her back. "Jason."
"Something wrong?" He focused on her face and repeated his action. A feather light touch made even softer by the water. He rubbed her in a slow circle causing her to writhe beneath him. "Aren't we doing a good job?"
"Yes." She grasped the edge of the tub.
Russell switched breasts, taking the other in his mouth.
"Russ, please." This time she called out to him.
Russell tossed his glasses onto the counter. "Please what?" He found her lips once more.
"Jason." She breathed into his mouth.
At the way she tattled on him, Jason's cock strained in his jeans. He teased her a little more, giving her a bit more
Tonight he finally got the chance to truly kiss her, and exactly like when he started any other art project, he made sure to block everything else out and concentrate.
Her mouth melded to his, but even though they knew each other forever, and they slept together, still her lips trembled. She was unsure, but willing, and he needed to make her secure and comfortable. He started slow, took his time to open his mouth. Taste the peppermint toothpaste lingering on her tongue, and smile at the way she gasped when he deepened the kiss.
She kept up with him, matching his movements as if they had spent years kissing. Maybe in some way they did. However, the reality was much more vibrant, full of depth and color and that extra spark that let him know he had much more than dime store art, but a masterpiece.
His body heated, the burn taking residence right in his jeans. It took every bit of his strength to keep his promise and take his time. He pulled back, and she paused before opening her eyes.
He never broke eye contact with her. Once again their history worked in his favor, and he knew Russell stared at them. His job was not only to make sure they savored this but to keep things moving. "I'm not sure Russell has properly kissed you this evening." He moved aside.
In the moment where Russell leaned over the edge of the tub and took Lauren into his arms Jason knew exactly how deep his best friend's feelings ran for the woman in the water. For that matter Jason also knew how deep Russell felt for him. His traditional buddy would never opt to share the woman he wanted unless this meant everything to him. However, in this case it wasn't sharing. They had synergy. The three of them were definitely better together.
Russell kissed her, and Lauren wrapped her arm around his neck. She arched her back causing her breasts to emerge from the water. A perfect picture.
Before he could send Russell the message to touch her, his best friend's hand cupped her breast, his fingertips brushing the already hard nipple.
She moaned and snaked her hand up to grab the hair at the nape of Russell's neck.
They became lost in each other. Taking full advantage of what had been denied them for nearly a decade. Jason took his opportunity to move back down to his original spot, and let his hands continue where his washcloth left off. With her wet skin he had no trouble sliding his hand up and down her leg, taking the time to admire each curve. He made sure he explored every inch, working up to her inner thigh where he stopped just short of his goal.
"Oh." With her eyes shut, she moved her hips toward him.
His erection swelled as his fingertips came closer.
Russell moved down to her neck, her chest and then encompassed her nipple with his mouth, and she bit her lip.
She spread her legs, giving Jason his invitation. He swiped the bubbles away spying her well-groomed racing stripe, and his mouth began to water. At last his hand delved for the treasure he really wanted to find, but allowed only one finger to travel down her folds.
While Russell took care of her mouth and breasts, he concentrated on what the two of them could do to bring her pleasure.
He grazed the one spot he searched for.
She gasped and arched her back. "Jason."
"Something wrong?" He focused on her face and repeated his action. A feather light touch made even softer by the water. He rubbed her in a slow circle causing her to writhe beneath him. "Aren't we doing a good job?"
"Yes." She grasped the edge of the tub.
Russell switched breasts, taking the other in his mouth.
"Russ, please." This time she called out to him.
Russell tossed his glasses onto the counter. "Please what?" He found her lips once more.
"Jason." She breathed into his mouth.
At the way she tattled on him, Jason's cock strained in his jeans. He teased her a little more, giving her a bit more
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