Chapter 552

“That ... was really good,” Gemma sighed happily. She leaned back against you a little, her slick bare skin pressing against your chest. Your hands were up in her hair, soupy and softly massaging her scalp as the steam of the shower surrounded the three of you.

“What was your favourite part?” Sabrina asked with a little grin before kissing Gemma’s palm. She was gently washing your mutual girlfriend’s arms with a soapy loofah and a spot of the suds got on the tip of her nose.

Gemma smiled warmly and swiped the spot away. “Honestly?”

“No, lie to us,” you chuckled.

“My favourite part was right at the start, when I was sucking your cock, John, and you were eating me from behind, baby,” Gemma said. “It felt like I was giving and receiving so much love in that moment, and worshipping and being worshipped. I just ... the sex was amazing, but the oral was really special.”

“And tasty,” Sabrina said.

“What was your favourite part, my darling love?” Gemma asked Sabrina.

“When you were on top of me and I was sucking on your boobs while John swapped back and forth between our pussies all slow,” Sabrina said. “And don’t get me wrong, the boobs and the dick and everything were great, but the thing that really got me was how you were looking at me.”

“Awe, baby,” Gemma crooned, pulling Sabrina closer and hugging her cheek to her chest.

“She’s not wrong, love,” you said. “My favourite part was right near the end there, in missionary. You always look hot as hell when we’re having sex, but the way you were looking at me so ... I don’t even know what the right word would be for it. I felt like you were giving me everything, no exceptions. I had your whole heart, your whole body, your whole being, and you were trusting me with all of that explicitly.”

“Well, you have all those things now, too,” Gemma said, turning at the waist a little so she could snake an arm around your back and pull you into a kiss. When your lips parted she bit her lip softly and looked guilty. “I’m gonna be honest, though, I don’t even remember that happening. I think I went into a fuck-fog or something. Like, I remember bits of it, but at some point I was just so in the moment I stopped processing it. I don’t think I’ve ever had that happen before, even during the most overwhelming DP situations with you guys.”

“You got love drunk, and I love it,” Sabrina grinned. She puckered her lips and received a peck from Gemma.

The two of you continued to pamper Gemma as much as humanly possible. Every inch of her got scrubbed and massaged, and then you tag-teamed drying her off with the fluffiest towel in the apartment. You were then shooed out of the bathroom, and fifteen minutes later you had changed the bedding when they came out with their hair blow-dried and braided into single French braids.

“Her hair is gonna be so sexy and wavy tomorrow,” Sabrina grinned as she toyed with Gemma’s braid.

“You’ll look just as sexy, love,” Gemma said.

It was already late, and the three of you climbed into bed under the covers with Gemma in the middle. After a long, quiet moment of you holding the two of them in your arms, Gemma sighed and wriggled a little, lying on her stomach instead of her back.

“John?” she asked quietly. “Could you?”

“Could I?”

“Prone bone,” Sabrina smiled sweetly at you.

“I just want to feel you on top of me, love,” Gemma said. “I never want to forget the feeling.”

“Hold on,” Sabrina said, ducking under the covers. “I’ll make sure he’s good and ready.”