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It’s not good enough.
The thing is way too out in the open here, it’s not secluded enough.
I pull all the shirts on over my dress, starting with Mathew’s, then Jorge’s and finally Caleb’s. It’s too warm, but I don’t want to put them down.
As soon as I’ve got my hands free, I tug on the pillow. It’s heavy but I think I can manage.
Climbing onto the bed, behind the massive pink thing, I push at it, until it rolls over, and then I push it again, until it rolls over again. I keep pushing at it until it’s in the corner of the bedroom behind the door to the nest.
Better.
I take the blankets from the bed and jump into the middle of the massive pink pillow, letting it almost devour me as I pull the blanket over me. This way, all our pheromones will be trapped under the blanket.
Good enough, for now.
I rub my cheek against the pink fluff of the pillow, closing my eyes as I try to get as much softness against my skin as possible.
Hmm…
I pull all the shirts off again, then take off my dress and nudge it out from under the blanket, so it’s no longer between me and the fluffy.
Oh, I like that.
I crumple the shirts into three balls of fabric, putting them next to me and then nuzzle each of them.
So good!
Soft, warm, good scents.
The combination of their scents, the softness surrounding me and the cosy feeling under the blankets makes me perfume really hard. I’m way too warm, but I don’t care one bit, I only care that I want more, that I need more.
I slide my hands down my body, needing more sensations, needing more touch, needing more of everything.
Slipping one of my hands between my legs, I feel how wet I am with slick. Damn.
I rub my finger over my clit and moan out. I’m way too turned on. I’ve been horny all day and I’ve not come yet. I’m desperate to come by now.
I’ve not gone without an orgasm for this long in days, almost a week. Ever since Mathew took us in, I’ve not been without an orgasm at least once every few hours, either from Mathew or Caleb…
And now I’ve not had one in hours and hours and they all smell so good.
And their pheromones make it very clear that they really would like to fuck me, or each other.
But nobody has been fucking yet, and I’m tired of waiting.
I slip two fingers inside, trying to get at least some friction, but it’s not enough.
Maybe I should climb out and grab one of Mathew’s toys? That should help relieve some of these feelings while the guys are too busy with moving everything into the nest…
I stop, considering that for a few moments.
Do I want to get out of here, out of my comfy place, to find one of the toys, or should I stay in here?
Hmm…
Luckily, I don’t have to make the choice as the pillow jostles and Caleb’s deep husky voice reaches me. “We’re running out of time, aren’t we?”
I nod, though I’m sure he can’t see it. I reach from under the blanket, taking his hand and pulling it under with me. Then I rub my face all over his rough hand and hold it tightly against me.