Chapter 17: The Wait is Over

“No more talking, I promise.”

True to his word, he moved around silently to be lined up. He wanted to draw out the beginning by pushing in just the tip past the edge of the corona. Then he thrust in and out just enough to drag her tissues inwards and outwards with him, just a half-inch or so.

Lucia gasped. “FINALLY!” she thought. Nothing but fingers had penetrated her since Hector. (She didn’t have a dildo.) Wet as she was, his ridge still pulled and pushed at her, delightfully.

Then, he added more, in small movements. Each little thrust embedded him farther. Then he stopped, there was no more length to insert.

He was all the way in, his curls mashed firmly against hers.

His face was at her ear, and he whispered.

“I love you.”

She couldn’t answer him; she just cried out and came hard. He just held himself still, enjoying the feeling of her pulsing contractions.

Mia heard him too. Overwhelmed with emotion, she could only whisper also, from the tightness of her chest.

“Oh, Gabriel.”

Lucia relaxed slightly, and he noticed.

“Shall I?”

“Fuck me,” Lucia cooed, sweetly. He started moving, but gently and slowly.

Meanwhile, Mia was pulling on her pussy lips with her right hand, while her left hand torqued her nipple as if she was tuning a radio knob. The three of them were in communion, thinking of shared pleasure, of love, of happiness, of satisfaction.

For her part, Lucia was no longer able to think straight. In twenty-five years of enjoying loving sex, was it ever like this before?

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t care; I’m riding a comet.”

“I, gonna come.”

“Come for me, be happy.”

“Oh, ah, OH!”

He was attuned to her reactions and speeding up. Each thrust now pushed her butt into the mattress and bounced her back into him for the next. She felt his tension rising, his rhythm slowing and becoming more ragged. And then he was coming.

“Lucia!”

“What was that? Oh, my, I feel his milk, the throbbing. So much more than Hector used to make. I guess it declines over the years. What’s that? Oh, it’s Mia.”

Lucia was able to collect herself in the minute after she came, but before he did. Mia, then, was the last of the three to cry out her orgasm.

Gabe realized he was still on top after his huge climax.

“Should I move?” he asked.

“Don’t you dare. I love the pressure and the warmth.”

“All right. Tell me when. I don’t mean to sound disrespectful, but you are one fabulous fuck, Lucia. And, thank you.”

“It was, my goodness, it was my pleasure. You don’t need to thank me.”

“But I do. You raised a magnificent daughter, who taught me how to make love the right way.”

“Mama, he’s wrong. Gabe, I didn’t teach you anything. You’ve always been this wonderful.”

“I guess you can move off me now, Gabe. I’d like to have one more hot soaking before we go to sleep, but if I get out of this bed, I’m going to leave a trail on their carpet.”

Mia just held up her finger, then shifted over and buried her face in her Mama’s kitty. Then, she shocked both of them by crawling up over Lucia and dribbling blobs of his semen into her surprised mouth.

Gabe felt compelled to comment.

“I’ve gone to sex heaven, and you two are the archangels.”