Chapter 335

You kissed Gemma again, pressing your chest down to hers as you shifted your knees wider to get some better power into your thrusts. In the soft, barely-there light her hair looked like silver and her eyes glimmered with little spots from the far-away streetlights. She looked like something out of a fantasy, and she felt like magic.

“I love you,” you whispered to her in the dark, feeling her pussy squelching and squeezing and grabbing onto you as you thrust over and over in a mechanical, steady rhythm.

“I love you too, John,” she gasped softly in your ear. “I love you so much.”

She had come once already, and as you leaned up from her Sabrina took your place, leaning down to place kisses on the Australian’s lips.

There was something about the three of you doing it here, out in the dark, that felt different. Every time with them felt special, but after everything that had happened earlier in the day, and all weekend, this felt...

“This feels like a love song,” you said quietly, one hand planted on the towel next to Gemma’s shoulder for leverage. You shifted the other one to slide up Sabrina’s leg and under the hem of her dress, caressing her ass for a moment and then up her back. “I don’t know what it is, but this is...”

“Effortless,” Gemma gasped as Sabrina pulled away from their kissing. “It feels effortless.” You could see she was leaking tears from her eyes, but her smile told you they were happy tears.

Sabrina turned and kissed you, her one hand trailing down and still brushing fingers across Gemma’s nipple, keeping the three of you connected to each other. “I’m so happy,” she whispered into your lips. “Thank you for being who you are, baby. This never would have happened without you being you in that copy room.”

“I’m so fucking happy too, Sabrina,” you moaned softly and kissed her again briefly before leaning down to Gemma again to kiss her as well. As your lips met you unloaded, your balls aching as you filled her pussy. Again, for the umpteenth time, you couldn’t believe how much your girlfriends trusted and loved you.

Sure, Gemma had an IUD, but she had a deep fear of getting pregnant at a young age. And yet, ever since that first time, you almost always finished inside her. The ultimate act of trust, really. Of love.

Gemma moaned and her stomach sucked in and her chest pressed out as she shifted into her own orgasm as she felt the gooey explosion filling her deep. “Yesss, John,” she gasped. “Gaaawd, yes.”

When it was over, both of you panting softly, Gemma opened her eyes and looked deep into yours with what little light you had to do so. “I think I know what our song is,” she said, then glanced aside to Sabrina - they were holding hands already, and the brunette knelt down closer. “Ours, the three of us.”