Chapter 47

“That’s it, baby,” April groaned, wriggling her hips and dragging her pussy across Zara’s lips. “That’s it.”

You weren’t sure whether she was talking to Zara, or to you. On the one hand, Zara was eating her out. On the other, April’s eyes were gleaming as you slowly, inexorably fucking the redhead. Maybe she was talking to both of you.

Zara liked slow sex, which was interesting. Your only experience with sex so far, with April, was what you considered ‘regular to fast speed.’ It started and built up in pace as the passion and tension built until finding a release - and sometimes driving right through that and seeking another. But Zara, with all her bluster and snideness and sometimes downright bitchy attitude, didn’t seem to want a build. Didn’t want things to pick up pace.

You realised early that you weren’t trying to bring her to a boil, we were trying to bring her to a low, consistent simmer to get down to the essence of sex with her. Low and slow was the name of the game.

Her first orgasm had been small, almost skirting under both your and April’s notice, until she’d told you she’d came and you could do your thing.

“That can’t be it,” April had said levelly.

“No, it was good,” Zara had argued. “You can get off now, Oliver.”

You’d agreed with April, not Zara, and had continued to slowly build.

The next orgasm had been a little bigger. And the one after that was a little bigger again.

“Fu-u-u-u-uck,” Zara had shivered, her teeth almost chattering as the fourth one wobbled through her.

“That was more like it,” April had grinned at her friend.

Zara, almost as sweaty from the physical action as you were, had just flashed her best friend the finger and laughed.

After the fifth small orgasm, which might have been getting closer to ‘moderate’ size, she’d wriggled off of you and fallen to her back. “OK,” she’d said. “Seriously, you can just fuck me now. And this can be a threesome again - come sit on my face, Ape.”

You and April had communicated with a couple of looks, and you’d stood up off the bed and guided Zara to sit her butt on the edge and then lean back. April had pinned her down, sitting on her face like Zara had asked, and then held the redhead’s legs as you slowly wedged your cock into her. But you didn’t fuck her. You took your time, slowly stroking her, watching her stretched, red pussy cling to your shaft as you took your measured thrusts.