“What’s your first?” Mic asked.
“Chinese.”
“Mmm, that’s my ffaavorite,” Davis said with a smile.
+ Pos
I scooted to the middle of the booth we were led to. Dawson sat on one side of me and Davis was on the other. That made Mic pout, but I winked at him and he smiled. I was looking around for Ford, but he was nowhere to be seen.
“Where is he?” I asked.
“Bathroom?” Mic guessed.
Our waiter came over to take our drink orders. When it got to my turn, I felt hands on both of my thighs, but they weren’t
Dawson’s or Davis’s, they had their hands on top of the table.
“Water and a SPRITE!” I accidentally shouted. Thumbs grazed my p*ssy. The waiter startled, and the guys looked at me
with wide eyes. “Sorry,” I squeaked.
“You okay, my angel?” Davis asked, and he must have been worried because there wasn’t one stutter.
“Mhmm,” I said, rolling my lips into my mouth, so I didn’t scream. Ford’s lips were now brushing my inner thighs.
I looked around the table because I was wondering why none of the guys realized Ford was under it, but then I knew why. It was a huge f*cking table, you could fit ten people here, and they were spread out comfortably. I felt him spread my thighs and gently push my sundress up. I must have been sitting too far back because all of a sudden his hands scooped under me and pulled me forward, causing my upper half to fall back against the booth.
I looked at everyone and that’s when they all realized what was happening. Chuckles went around the table.
“This is so unfair,” I gasped as he dragged his tongue where my leg and hip meet before nibbling on my right p*ssy lip. Oh God,” I cried out a little too loudly, and Dawson leaned over to capture my lips.
“Shhh, my Angel. Jjjust let him do his thing,” Davis whispered in my ear, while Dawson devoured my mouth. Then Davis nibbled on my ear lobe.
Oh dear lord, they were going to be the death of me. I moaned when Ford swiped his tongue through my lips, and Dawson deepened the kiss. He let up to let me breathe and smiled at me.
I wondered what my face looked like. I had to be flushed. I was sure my eyes were glazed. My breath hitched as Ford circled my clit and then started to flick it rapidly. My breathing became rapid. The waiter came back and set our drinks down. His eyes were glued to my cleavage as my chest rose and fell. He cleared his throat.
“Are you ready to order?” he asked in a strained voice.
“No, we need a minute,” Davis said. I was so proud of him.
The waiter walked away and Ford bit down lightly on my clit and I lost it. This time Davis slammed his mouth on mine and I moaned and cried out into his mouth. I saw Mic lean over, and he grabbed one thigh while Dawson grabbed the other, opening my legs wider and Ford f*cking went feral and f*cked me with both his fingers and tongue until I burst for a second time. How was no one noticing this? They were all in their own little world, either on their phones or talking to each other. Finally, I came down from two epic orgasms. I felt Ford lightly kiss my thighs as he petted my p*ssy like saying good girl.
He casually came out from under the table like he had no care in the world with a wicked proud smile and sat next to
Dawson.
“Hey,” he casually said.
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Mic and Davis chuckled. Dawson grabbed him by the neck and brought his face close to Fords, their noses were almost touching. To everyone’s utter shock, he licked the seam of Ford’s lips and then delved his tongue into Ford’s mouth. Ford
froze.
“Holy f*ck,” Mic whispered.
Dawson pulled back with a smug smile.
“She’s delicious,” he said, and then let go of Ford. Ford blinked and then blinked again before he looked down at his
pants.
He cleared his throat, “I, um, just made a mess. I need to go clean up, be right back. I want a Modello and lasagna. He got up quickly and left. Mic and Davis started laughing and Dawson smirked.
I sat there gathering myself and fixing my dress. Dawson had his hand high up on my thigh, rubbing small circles.
“You okay, baby?” he asked.
I nodded and took a drink of my water.
“Well, that was a lovely appetizer. I’d also like some stuffed mushrooms and the Chicken Parmesan. Dawson, could you
order for me please? I just need to collect myself some more.”
He smiled and kissed my forehead. Davis also kissed my forehead and Mic winked at me. These four were going to be
the death of me, but man, what a way to go.
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Mic
+8 Pointe
Dinner had never been so fun. I was delighted when Isha all of a sudden was forced back into her seat because, at that moment, I knew exactly what was happening. She was f*cking beautiful when she came. I was utterly shocked when Dawson grabbed Ford by his neck and brought him close and licked his lips, then kissed him with his tongue. Never has he done that. I was turned on and jealous at the same time. I laughed hard when he had to go to the bathroom because he nutted in his pants. Sh*t I would have probably done the same thing.
The food was delicious, I had gotten carpaccio. The conversation flowed, and we all got a little drink in us except for Dawson. He had one glass of wine and then water.
I didn’t know if any of them were aware I wanted her to myself tonight, but they soon would. When we had gotten home, we decided to watch a movie in the living room. We let Isha pick, and I was surprised when she picked A Quiet Place. I thought it would be a chick flick.
She was sitting in between me and Davis. Dawson was on the floor between her legs with her shoulders over his shoulders, and we was massaging her feet and ankles. Ford was the odd man out, but he was fine with lying on the couch with his head in Davis’ lap while both Davis and Isha’s fingers ran through his hair. I had hold of her other hand, and I was so f*cking content. I’ve never felt this relaxed with my family unit around me and our new girl. We were leaving in two days, and I was not looking forward to that. I was going to miss Isha and I had a feeling the others would two. It would affect us in Colorado. She still had a week here, and as much as I wanted to ask her to come back with us, I didn’t want to take the time she would spend with her mom and nana away.
She jumped at a scary part, making Davis and me both snicker. She bumped our shoulders. Dawson kissed her ankle or foot every five minutes. I think he was trying to get in as much lovin as he could. I would have invited him to sleep with
us, but I really just wanted it to be Isha and me. After The Quiet Place, Ford chose Rambo and thirty minutes into the
movie Isha’s head leaned on my shoulder. I looked down and could see she was sleeping. I let her get her rest and
watched the rest of the movie. When it was over, Dawson put her legs down gently, turned and leaned in, giving her a soft
kiss, then he turned his head and gave me a peck and smiled.
“Don’t wear her out too much,” he said with a wink. I couldn’t help the small chuckle that came out of me. He kissed
Davis and Ford and went off to bed.
“He’s becoming a little more affectionate,” Ford said.
“It’s because of Isha, he’s more relaxed around her,” I said.
“She does that for all of us,” Davis said.
“I’ve noticed your stuttering has gotten way better, it seems to only come out when you’re either really upset or
super-excited.”
He nodded, “I’ve been practicing my tongue twisters, and she makes me feel more confident.”
“That’s good,” Ford said. He hauled himself up and then hauled Davis up. “Come on, I need a pounding, I’m still f*cking h*rny from dinner.”
“Happy to oblige,” Davis chuckled.
I sat there in the quiet with her for a little longer. It was nice just sitting here and playing with her fingers. In the past with women, I’d never been overly affectionate with them. They were used by me for fun with one of my guys. Pretty d*ckish of me, but I’ve never wanted to be with just a woman. I’ve always had s*x with them with someone else, even before I
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joined the military. I didn’t date in high school, I f*cked. Women were one and done for me. Many tried to have a relationship, but I just wasn’t interested. Isha is different, she makes me feel something other than lust. With the guys, I love them and would be devastated if something happened to them. I would die for them, and I also knew they felt and would do the same for me. But there isn’t a lot of softness within us. With Isha there is. I wanted to bundle her up and just hold her all the time. If I could tie her to me, I would.
A while ago, we all had a little too much to drink and Dawson brought up sharing a woman between all of us. It was a foreign concept. But Dawson asked us wouldn’t it be nice if we had someone that was just ours? I think he was lonely. I had Ford and Davis and they had me. Dawson was affectionate, but not like the three of us were. So, I think Isha will balance us out and bring us a hell of a lot closer.
I kissed the side of her head and shifted. I put my arm around her and shifted her to my lap, and then I stood with her in my arms. She was so light and tiny. Her curves were delicious, and I couldn’t wait to get her out of her clothes.
I took her to my room and laid her down. I stripped off her dress and sucked in a breath. F*ck, she was gorgeous. I felt myself perpetually half hard d*ck turn into steel. I groaned when she shifted and rolled to her side. Her f*cking ass was amazing. I could see why Ford was so obsessed with it. But her t*ts were my favorite, she was f*cking stacked, and I was
here for it.
I rolled her back, so I had an unobstructed view. I needed to take the edge off. I didn’t want to hurt her. Dawson was a thick and long mother f*cker. I knew she had to still be sore, so I didn’t want to just instantly rut in her. I wanted to make love to her, not just f*ck her senseless. I’ll have plenty of time to do that.
I stripped out of my clothes and spit in my palm. I gripped my c*ck and started stroking it. I reached out with my other hand and rolled her right n*pple between my fingers until it pebbled and did the same with the other. I palmed her left breast and started to knead it. My fist stroked faster as I jerked myself over her. I wanted to see my c*m on her p*ssy and lower stomach. Tonight she was mine and I wanted to mark her. I leaned down and sucked her right n*pple into my mouth. Her soft moan made my body shudder. I lifted, my balls drew up, my eyes were glued to her t*ts, and I let go. I grunted as my c*m flew out of me and landed on her soft tummy and her bare p*ssy lips. F*ck that was so hot. I rubbed my c*m on her stomach and groaned as I watched it disappear. I was in her pores and all over her skin. It made me feel extremely possessive. I rubbed my c*m all over her p*ssy. I knew once I ate her out I’d taste myself. I didn’t care.
Now that I had a little more control, it was time to wake her up. I dropped to my knees and put her legs over my shoulders. I sucked my middle and ring finger into my mouth to wet them, and then I slowly pushed them into her. I leaned forward and nudged her p*ssy lips open with my nose and inhaled deeply, groaning loudly. She smelled so f*cking good. I circled her clit with my nose and then stuck my tongue out and licked all around her. I slowly pumped my fingers in and out of her. I just wanted to get her wet. I didn’t need her c*mming yet.
I flattened my tongue and rubbed it up and down on her clit. She was starting to moan, they started out sleepily and breathy and then started to get louder. I knew she was awake when she gripped her fingers into my hair to hold me still as she lifted her hips, shoving my face deeper into her. I obliged, moving my fingers out, grabbing her thighs and holding her hips still as I f*cked her with my tongue. She tried to hump my face, but I wasn’t having it. I wanted to reach my tongue deep inside of her. I wanted to feel her burst on my tongue and have her p*ssy walls clench around it. My nose nudged her clit as I continuously thrusted my tongue deep inside her, and she burst and creamed all over my face. I f*cking loved it.
“F*ck, Oh God!” she screamed out.
I chuckled and her body convulsed. I grazed my teeth over her clit and she shuddered even more violently.
“A little sensitive baby girl?”
“Mic,” she gasped. “You’re so f*cking good at that.”
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Thank you, baby,” I said, kissing up her body.
I paid particular attention to her n*pples and held her t*ts to shove them into my mouth to suck on. She held my head as I alternated between her succulent flesh.
“I f*cking love your t*ts, baby.”
“You don’t think they’re too big? Jason used to say they sometimes embarrassed him because I had a body like a porn star, and he wished I was a little more demure.”
“He’s a f*cking idi*t. Who complains about their wife’s body when it looks like yours? Men have fought wars for women with bodies like yours. They’ve fought in arenas to win the hand of women with bodies like yours. You’re perfection Isha. Don’t ever let anyone take away your shine, because you sparkle baby. I am so proud to have you as my woman.”
“You’re so sweet, Mic.”
“I’m just sweet with you, baby girl. You seem to bring out the tender side of me.”
She smirked and then grabbed me by the back of my head and brought my lips to hers. We made out, my hands roamed her body and hers gripped me to her. I pulled back and got a condom out of my bedside drawer.
I slipped it on and then slipped into her. I knew I wasn’t as thick or long as Dawson, but I knew how to work my d*ck. I swiveled my hips as I thrusted into her. Our bodies rocked together. This wasn’t a f*ck fest, this was making love to my
woman.
I grabbed her hands and intertwined our fingers and brought them over her head to anchor myself. My thrusts became hard with my long strokes. Her legs were around my waist, which opened her up more, and I ground my pelvis into her clit. I thrusted faster, our bodies slapping together. She was crying out in ecstasy. My eyes were glued to her face. I couldn’t believe she was here with me. Just us. Her eyes opened and locked with mine.
“Mic,” she gasped and then exploded. Her p*ssy clamped down on mine. I groaned with pleasure. I thrusted, slowly
prolonging her orgasm. Her legs were shaking around me.
“So, good baby. You feel so f*cking good. This p*ssy was made for me,” I whispered out against her lips as I softly kissed
her.
When she came down, I picked up my thrusts again. Plunging over and over. I held her hands in a punishing grip as ! slammed into her. She came again and I went with her. I roared my release with my head thrown back and eyes closed. I slumped down onto her, and she ripped her hands from mine and held me to her. I brought my arms in close and cupped her face, our foreheads touching.
“You’re f*cking beautiful. You’re my gorgeous Goddess. I am so d*mn happy you’re my girl.”
Her smile was radiant.
“I love being yours. You all make me feel so special.”
“You are baby, you are so f*cking special.” I leaned in and kissed her. I rolled off of her and took off the condom where I tied it and threw it away in the waste-basket by my bed. I went to the bathroom and got a wash cloth wetting it. I went back to her and wiped her down before wiping me down.
“Thank you,” she said, giggling. I smirked and then lifted her, maneuvering us under the covers.
“Rest up baby, that was just the beginning.”
She sighed and laid her head on my chest. I held her, completely content with my woman in my arms.
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