I whispered it to Leo six months ago, my face buried in the crook of his neck, voice trembling as I rode out the shattering aftermath of my orgasm, my p***y still clenching around his c**k like a vice. "One day I want to be completely surrounded. Used until I can't think straight. Just mouths and c***s and hands everywhere. You and whoever you trust to make me scream."
He kissed my temple, his breath hot against my skin, and murmured, "Tell me when you're ready, baby. I'll make it happen."
Tonight was when. My twenty-sixth birthday. The air between us had been electric all evening, stolen touches at dinner, his hand sliding up my thigh under the table, fingers brushing my soaked thong while the waiter droned on about specials. By the time we pulled into the driveway, I was throbbing, my n*
