Chapter 544

Becca blew out a long breath. Her limbs were loose as she lay on her stomach. You were both covered in sweat, both panting and trying to catch your breath even a few minutes after you’d finished. Your cock was still about three-quarters hard, clamped in her ass, but you’d dumped your third (and dear lord, hopefully last) load deep in there.

“You good?” you grunted.

“Mm,” she grunted back.

At one point during the double penetration, you were pretty sure that she’d blacked out. Gemma had worked into a frenzy and Becca really had gone multi-orgasmic. You thought you’d seen that before with Sabrina, but your girlfriend’s state of being during that sort of orgasm was nothing compared to Becca. She’d somehow been unresponsive and hyper-responsive at the same time, and she’d babbled like she was speaking in tongues and it was hard to know if she was touching God or possessed by a demon. When Gemma had finally let up, collapsing back out of pure exhaustion, Becca had been humping the air for a full three minutes before you’d rolled her over and started slow-stroking her ass. That had seemed to knock her out of it and she’d come back down to earth.

The end for you had been sweet agony, reaching for that final peak, and then you felt like you’d been drained of all your energy. You were a little surprised you hadn’t just collapsed and fallen asleep.

Maybe it was all the wild practice you’d been getting.

“Gonna pull out,” you grunted.

“Mm,” she grunted back.

You leveraged yourself up on your hands and slowly pulled your hips back, your cock sliding out of her and leaving her asshole looking raw and used before it snapped shut. Still red, still a little swollen. You fell to your back beside her, still breathing deeply.

“Nice,” she said, patting your arm loosely.

“You too,” you sighed.

“I’ll get some washcloths,” Gemma said. “You sleeping with us tonight, Becca?”

Becca managed to hold up a thumbs up.

You must have drifted towards sleep because the cool shock of a washcloth on your cock woke you up. Gemma smirked at you as your eyes opened. She was wearing one of your T-shirts and was wiping you down - Becca was on her side, looking like she’d gotten her miniature cloth bath first.

“Have fun, love?” Gemma asked you quietly.

“Yeah,” you said. “Did you? You kinda went ham there on her.”

Gemma slid down to lay next to you, tossing the washcloth over onto one of the towels they’d worn into the room from the shower earlier. Your girlfriend snuggled up to you, wrapping an arm over your stomach and resting her chin on your shoulder so she could look at you. “I did,” she said. “The sex was great, and watching you both fulfil all that sexual tension was super hot. But mostly, I think sex means something else than I thought it did before. Now, with the right people, it’s not ... love, I guess. Or not romantic love. It’s platonic love too. I’m not in love with Becca, but having sex with her, and sharing you with her, felt like this big sort of intimacy that just completed a lot of what was already between us.”