I knew he didn’t believe her words about God to be true, but his expression had softened to pure love and admiration for her determination. Angelo reached down to wipe one of her tears, so gently, I knew he believed she believed every word.
She clutched his hand to her face. “Angelo, tell me you believe me.”
His voice cracked as he lied, “I do.”
Her bursting into tears had me rushing forward. I couldn’t help it. I hated her in pain. As she leaned into Angelo, I leaned into her back, trying to help comfort her.
After a couple of calming breaths, she leaned her head back to my chest and stared up at Angelo. “Please, kiss me.”
I rested my head on top of hers, and he pressed his lips…
Their kiss quickly strengthened, so I went to take a step away to offer them privacy, but Noemi reached behind her, cupping my rear. “No. I want this as we always are. Together.” She moved her long hair from the back of her neck, silently telling me what to do.
My stare met Angelo’s to see if he was okay with this.
I’m not sure why I felt this was something that should be between them when all our sexual acts had been together up to this point. Maybe it was how we were raised. That ‘sex’ was such a personal and private event. The thing with this trio was that we had learned intimacy was different than private. We were so close that barriers didn’t exist. And they certainly didn’t on this night that would take us to where we had never been.
Angelo never dignified my question with an answer because he didn’t feel there should be a question at all. His mouth found Noemi’s again, his eyes sliding shut as she gently moaned with my lips kissing her skin.
As if the three of us were starving for the affection we always offered one another, our breathing, licks, kisses, and aggressiveness grew at a rapid pace. Noemi quickly lifted her arms, letting me know she wanted to be naked between me and Angelo.
Before the dress was lifted completely over her head, Angelo was already growling, latching onto a breast, while unbuttoning his own shirt. Her head fell back to my chest as she praised, “Yes. Suck harder.” Panting, she searched for my hand. So distracted with her beauty, I hadn’t realized I was still holding the plastic bag until she tossed it to the ground, then guided my hand to her core.
Her warmth on my palm was so welcoming; it had me thrusting against her backside, pushing Angelo into the tree again. Angelo pulled on her hips, his own pushing forward to feel her, not caring my hand was there.
Noemi sighed at Angelo and me losing control. This young woman loved making us go blind in desperation for her. She loved how she was all we could see in heated moments like this. Noemi was that addictive. Her smell, her touch, her moans, her very breath made us crave her.
She desired us, too. Getting lost in the passion, she mewed soft noises and rocked her little hips on my hand as if hungry for more. I knew she was ready for just that because I was already three fingers deep inside her drenched channel.
I thought she needed air when pulling her mouth from Angelo’s. He let her have it and started sucking on her neck, but Noemi began to whimper in frustration. As if her body knew more than she did, her leg lifted to wrap it around Angelo’s waist, but the tree was in the way. Noemi cried out in protest when I removed my hand, but I knew she would love to feel Angelo pumping against her, so I helped guide us back from the tree and placed her leg where it naturally wanted to be. She exhaled relief when feeling his mad friction, and even started to lift her other leg.
Overcome with need, Angelo gripped that thigh and lifted, pulling down on her legs while his clothed erection begged for entry. Noemi melted to him, but from her shoulder, her lips reached for mine. “Thank you.”
I possessed her mouth for a moment while massaging her perfect ass cheeks. I wanted in so bad but knew that wasn’t happening. Tonight was about her and Angelo, and I was going to do all I could to see them through. That didn’t mean I wouldn’t allow myself some pleasure along the way. I kept kissing her fiercely while slipping a finger in her ass. Noemi groaned and gyrated against my hand and Angelo’s erection. Her breathing was soon more erratic than I had ever heard before. She was gasping, so enraptured and aroused I thought she was going to pass out.
I may not have been an expert, but common sense told me this young woman was ready to be good-old-fashioned fucked. So, I tapped on the outside of Angelo’s thigh to get him to focus.
He jolted as if being woken from a deep sleep. He hadn’t been sleeping but was definitely not mentally present. His hormones had taken over.
Noemi’s arm came back and wrapped around my neck. Her whole body was shaking as she cried into my mouth, “I need to come.”
Pecking her sweet little lips, I explained, “I know. I will make it happen.” She sucked on my neck as I looked around for a place for us to lay down. Unlike the cave of mostly dirt, the forest floor was quite unforgiving with rocks, sticks, and many items to tear at her delicate skin.
Noemi begged, “Now, Sal. Please.”
Angelo was so enraptured with need, he sucked on her neck, nodding, “Now.”
Getting back to the cave was not an option. I gazed down at her flawless back and decided my chest would have to do.
Her hungry tongue suddenly delving into my mouth was enough to get me lost in passion, too, but I needed to stay attentive for her and Angelo because they had lost their senses. After a delicious taste of her, I guided Angelo’s hands from her legs so I could take a proper hold. “Take off your pants.” Angelo tried, but as soon as his hands reached for the button, the back of his hand swiped a wet pussy.
His focus was rerouted, fingers slipping into her folds.
Noemi groaned, “Yessss,” as her legs released him so he could have better access.
It actually helped me separate them. Holding under her knees, I backed away from Angelo. “Pants! Off!”
Staring at her core, now on full display, Angelo fumbled for his pants button while stumbling to follow me. His mouth was absolutely gaping, so I peered down to see what he was seeing. I mumbled, “Oh shit,” seeing delicate fingers masturbating. Noemi was done with our incompetent selves and was about to take care of her own orgasm. It was so beautiful and arousing, I almost forgot what I was doing.
I closed my eyes and laughed, “Noemi, you are being so bad,” then found a clearing to lie down in.
Very focused on her clit, she panted, “I’ve never needed it more.”
As I sat down with her in my lap, I peered up to tell Angelo he needed to get on board this train that was leaving the station, but he was already naked, falling to his knees in front of me. Perfecto!
Now, I needed to distract the young woman who was seconds from exploding. I pulled her fingers from her pussy and slipped them into my mouth. Her incredible taste had my mind splitting into pieces, but I still managed to set her little feet on my thighs. Sucking on her fingers like a starving man, I laid back. Noemi’s body followed, her legs widening, her perfect amount of weight coming down on my erection lodged between us.
I knew Angelo needed no more instruction when I felt him at his knees, very close to Noemi’s core. The bottom part of her palm tightened under my chin, her fingers still in my mouth, as she told him, “Yes, Angelo, do it.”
She sounded so desperate for penetration, I was about to pull out my own dick and take care of her needs, but then I felt Angelo take a hold of her hips. It was absolutely erotic to feel her body move on top of me as he slid inside.