Page 78 of The Moon & His Tides

“Fuck her hard,” I told him. “She can take it, can’t you,mia bella?”

Savannah tucked her head back against Adam’s shoulder. “I can take anything either of you want to give me, and I’ll love it.”

Adam and I both groaned as he started to move. His grip was punishing around her hips as he lifted and lowered her, the beads on her dress clinking musically. I pulled down the bodice of the dress to play with her sensitive little breasts and then finally gave in to the pressure and freed my own cock. It throbbed just at the sensation of the warm arm against my shaft, and I knew when I finally buried myself in Savannah’s used pussy, I’d fill her up far too quickly.

Just the thought of fucking into Adam’s cum inside her had me a hair’s breath away from shooting prematurely.

“I love having two gorgeous men like this,” Savannah panted as she ground down on Adam’s cock, clearly reinvigorated by his brutal thrusts. “I love being the center of your attention.”

I laughed, the sound so husky I barely recognized it. Myduchessaloved being prized, and I knew having us like this, lavishing her, using her, filled with no thoughts but ones of her was her ultimate aphrodisiac.

Just as she was mine.

Just asthis, fucking this gorgeous married couple, was mine.

I’d never known to fantasize about such a thing, but now I wasn’t sure I’d ever be complete without it.

“Fuck,” Adam ground out, and a moment later, his hand was lashing forward to grip my shirt, tugging me forward.

I fell into them, catching myself with one hand on the seat by Adam’s head. Instantly, Savannah turned her face into my neck, fixing her lips on my pulse point.

And Adam moved his big hand to my throat in a facsimile of how I’d recently held him and used his grip to bring me in for a crushing kiss.

His tongue forced my lips open without courtesy, plundering my mouth almost viciously.

When he came, I ate the shout of pleasure out of his mouth and twisted Savvy’s nipple so cruelly, she joined him seconds later.

Without hesitation, I pulled away from them both only enough to fist my own cock, pressing the head up against Savvy’s entrance, still stuffed with Adam’s cock. She gasped as I applied just a little pressure, snugging the head of my cockjustat the mouth of her entrance right up against Adam’s shaft.

The tight heat, the wet of her cum, and his cum against me was enough to blow the top off my control.

I came with a glorious shout like a marauder securing new territory for his own and splashed my hot seed all over them both. Inside her, against him, on both their spent, swollen sexes.

It was the most beautiful experience of my life.

And when I collapsed on the floor of the car, my head cushioned by Adam’s furred thigh, my sight filled with the messy Pollock painting of cum I’d made of them, I let myself trail a finger in the cum leaking from Savannah and then stuffed it back inside her alongside his softening member.

“Mozzafiato,” I murmured heedlessly, almost dreamily.

Savannah’s hand softened in my hair, stroking against my scalp with her short, manicured nail. “Breathtaking,” she echoed in English, remembering, no doubt, the first time I told her that.

Adam hummed his agreement, and I felt his hand join his wife’s in my hair.

“Feeling better?” he murmured after a few long moments of companionable silence.

It was my turn to hum, my mind still drifting like I was in a waking dream. In Italian, we called itvivere nel mondo della luna, waking in the land of the moon.

It occurred to me that we had so many expressions revolving around the moon in my language. Fitting, given that I’d often equated Adam and Savannah to celestial beings.

I whispered, “Voglio chiedere la luna.”

Because it was as ironic as it was true.

“What does that mean?” Savannah asked, her voice still throaty with residual passion.

“I want to ask for the moon,” I admitted in English. “I want to wish for things I know I can never have.”

In tandem, their hands stilled in my hair.