The Widows Harem

Chapter 18 - Morning Shenanigans

Jocelyn

My mind was quiet for most of the night. My dreams peaceful ... Until three figures walked into them. Riley, Vincent and Tristan...

They surrounded me, their hands reaching for me, caressing me, playing with my body. I could have sworn one of them was eating me out, but I couldn't focus on who it was. It felt so real...

My eyes fluttered open and a moan instantly escaped my lips as I came to the realization that the dream had been, in part, real. Riley was between my legs, feasting at my core. My hands reached for him, trying to pull him off of me, the sensations overwhelming. His arms instinctively banded around my hips, effectively holding me in place as he drove me insane with need.

"Riley, please," I begged, needing to feel him inside of me. Now!

He rasped his tongue through my lips a few more times before relenting. Crawling up my body, he settled his weight on top of me. I welcomed it with open arms, loving the way his body pressed down on mine. It was both comforting and intimate. His lips pressed against mine and I tasted myself on his lips. I had never been kissed like this before.

"Tell me, baby, what your favorite position is?" He asked as he sat back, sliding his thighs under mine, so my body was forced to open to his.

My cheeks flamed red, knowing the position I liked wasn't usual. "Doggie," I admitted.

He smirked as he rubbed his c*ck through my aching, wet folds teasingly. "Alright." He reached for a few pillows, and stacked them next to my hips before abruptly rolling me on top of them, maneuvering me into a modified doggie style. My chest rested against the mattress while my ass was up in the air.

His calloused hands gently traced a path from the backs of my thighs, up and over my hips and waist, pushing the edge of the moo-moo up to expose my creamy skin to his darkening gaze. His hands moved over my skin, almost as if in awe of my flawless body on display. His fingers splayed across my lower back as he started to massage me. "You're so soft, so perfect. So beautiful," he praised, his hands continuing to explore. Up and down my back, my glutes, and thighs. I loved the attention and relaxed into his ministrations, allowing him to ease some of the aches in my muscles. "You said you've done anal before, baby?" He inquired.

"I have."

"Do you have any toys?" That wasn't the question I thought he was going to ask next.

"I do," I replied a bit hesitantly. I was a bit nervous about them, not sure if they were normal toys or not. Plus, I hadn't used them in months.

"Where are they?"

"That bedside table," I pointed. "Bottom drawer." I was too intrigued to stop him.

"Don't move," he commanded a bit sternly, as he went to explore the forbidden drawer. I buried my face in the crook of my arm, trying not to die of embarrassment. When he returned, his expression was neutral as he came back with one of my butt plugs and a bottle of lube. "Are you okay if I use this on you?"

"Yes."

He smiled down at me before he applied some lube to his fingers. He caressed my back entrance and my heart fluttered in anticipation. I rather enjoyed anal--My gasp was caught on my lips as he slid two fingers inside my tight channel. I was glad he hadn't gone straight to the toy. It had been a long time since I'd done this, and it was going to take a little time and patience before I was stretched enough to accommodate the plug he had chosen.

As he was slowly moving his fingers in and out, he slid his thick c*ck inside my slick p*ssy. It was the first time experiencing a partner with a piercing, and it was rather stimulating and enjoyable. I loved the feeling as he slowly rocked in and out, going deeper with each stroke until he had slid all the way home. Our moans collided in the space when he paused, reveling in the feelings of being thusly joined. "Vince was right," he whispered, almost in near disbelief. "You, like this, is heaven. F*ck me, baby, you are so wet and tight. You fit me like a glove," he complimented as he added another finger to my ass, stretching me further.

He took his time playing with me. Reveling in every sound and move I made. He didn't mind taking it slow. Heck! He seemed to go too slow. It was almost as if he got off by bringing me to that glorious precipice only to hold me right at the ledge before backing off. It was mildly frustrating, and yet it felt absolutely amazing. Especially when he kept praising me and lavishing me with compliments. He made me feel good, his words soothing some of the hurt that had penetrated my heart over the years. His whole demeanor and how he handled me added to the intimacy and buildup of it all.

"I'm going to slide the toy in now," he warned.

When he did, I had this rather full feeling. He paused, allowing me to adjust to this change.

This feeling, of being stuffed, was something I really enjoyed and Riley could instantly tell by the way my breathing had changed and my body responded. My c**t was swollen and throbbing, my juices drenching him as he moved in and out in a slow, sensual rhythm. I could feel the wetness coating the insides of my thighs, an experience I hadn't had before.

"Riley, I don't know how much more of this I can take," I fairly sobbed, so overstimulated I could feel my body starting to shake from it. I couldn't think about anything else except our joining. And if I was being honest, I didn't know where he started, and I ended at this point. I was about to be driven mad if he continued to bring me right to the edge of ecstasy, only to back off again.

He paused and leaned over my body, pressing his front to my back. The weight, surprisingly, helped calm me. He drug his stubbled jaw across the skin of my shoulder, his lips leaving trails of fire. He was rubbing himself all over me like a cat would do when it couldn't get enough snuggles.

"Okay baby," he sighed, as if not wanting to ever stop. "I'll let you c*m under one condition" he added. I would have agreed to anything at this point. "You scream my name when you cum."

I nodded eagerly, beyond ready to dive over that precipice of euphoria.

He sat back up before reaching one arm around my hip. The instant his fingers touched my c**t, it was like a bomb detonated. The scream that left me was fairly ripped out of me, a reaction to the amount of pleasure that was coursing through my veins. I dug my hands into the sheets and would have buried my face in the mattress had it not been for Riley's hand in my hair, keeping me in place. He watched me come undone at the seams, my screams echoing through the house.

His fingers pressed down a little more forcefully on my c**t, tearing one more scream from me, his name on my lips as my walls convulsed around him over and over again. Somewhere in the chaos, I heard him roar my name as he burst.

I was still riding the tail end of my "O" when Riley's front flopped down on my back. His arms banded around me as he snuggled, keeping us in this position, reveling in the aftershocks of our joining.

"Ugh," I groaned when he rolled off of me, my body limp and satiated.

"What baby?" He asked almost in amusement.

"I need another nap."

He burst out laughing before he started to clean up. "A nap is most definitely on the agenda."

As he moved around, I could feel the broken parts of my heart slowly starting to stitch themselves back together. While it had been made clear I was there to heal them, I had this nagging suspicion they would be healing me as well in the process.