I have Nadia turn on her front.
Once again, I am proud of my ability to put my own pleasure to the side. I want a medal.
A cookie.
Nadia’s cookie.
That’s a great joke. I’ll make sure to tell them later.
Right now, I crawl to the foot of the bed. I dig my fingers into the jar of body butter with my right hand, smear it on my left palm, and then smooth my hands together, melting the body butter into oil. I reach for Nadia’s left foot.
I focus every ounce of my attention on not lifting my eyes to Nadia’s soft thighs and anything in between. I make myself keep my gaze squarely on the soles of Nadia’s feet.
Nadia’s adorable feet.
Nadia’s sexy feet.
“Do you think feet are sexy?” I ask without thinking as I lift her leg by one ankle and then smooth my palm down the sole.
“Like in a ‘she has cute feet, I wonder where she gets her pedicures done’ kind of way? Or in a ‘perfectly acceptable between consenting adults and a Costco tub of lotion’ kind of way?”
I press my thumb into the heel of her foot, and she groans. “Both?”
“Sure,” she says in a wistful tone. “I mean, feet don’t get me off, but whatever works for you is my motto.”
“Hmmm,” I hum and press my thumb through her arch. She groans into the pillow as I begin to massage the ball of her foot.
“Shit! Right fucking there,” Nadia sighs.
“How many times do you think someone is going to say that tonight?” I ask.
She laughs into the pillow.
I begin to work the body butter into her ankle. When I move to the other foot, Nadia is a gorgeous, incoherent mess, but she manages to pull herself into the here and now to ask. “Are you into feet? Is that why you’re asking? I’m okay with it if you are,” she adds hastily.
I can feel her body tense, and I shift to her right and begin working my fingers into her calves. “I’m not into feet,” I tell Nadia once I feel her relax under my hands. “I just thought you had really cute feet—”
“Sexy feet,” she corrects me. The words are muffled slightly by the pillow under her head.
“Sexy feet,” I repeat.
She groans when I use my knuckles against a knot in her calf. “Oh my God.”
“You should tell Darren to give you regular massages,” I say offhandedly.
“Mmmm, he used to.”
“Used to? What happened?”
“He got me pregnant with twins,” she says.
I have to sit back on my heels to properly laugh at that one. “Of course, that’s what happened.”
Her hand smooths up my thighs in a gentle caress and then just rests there, her fingers dancing at the crease of my leg. “Isn’t that what’s about to happen with you?”
She smiles at me, but the left half of her mouth is squished into the pillow. God, these two. “I mean… I can try, but I don’t think I can get you pregnant with this massage,” I laugh.
“I had my tubes tied after the boys,” she says casually.
I don’t know if I’m supposed to say this, but I don’t want any secrets between us. “Yeah, Darren told me.”
She turns, giving me a great view of the front of her body. I only glance at her breasts, I swear.
“I’m not done with your back,” I say, but she’s already scooted up the bed to rest against the mound of pillows.
She reaches for me, and I move toward her willingly. Happily.
We face one another, naked and both a little nervous. We bend our legs, and our knees touch again. But then something settles between us; our breaths even out, and our fingers meet at our knees and then tangle together, and then finally, our eyes meet. If we weren’t naked and I weren’t wet, this would be something similar to the cute little girls’ nights I have when my best friend flies into town.
“Do you want children?” Nadia asks, her eyebrows bunching together.
“Are you going to take over this massage?” I laugh.
Nadia smiles, but she doesn’t laugh along with me. Her hands squeeze mine, and she looks at me seriously, waiting for an answer.
“Do you want me to want children?”
Now she laughs and shakes her head. “I don’t know how we keep getting so off-topic,” she says. “But I just feel as if there’s never enough time to say or do all the things I want with you. To you,” she whispers those last two words heatedly.
“God, you two are—”
“What?”
“Maddeningly adorable,” I tell her as I scoot closer. She bites back a smile. “Tell me what you mean.”
We lay on our sides together, sharing a pillow. “I think it’s very obvious that we want to be with you,” she says.
“You say that, but I’ve been trying to get between your legs since you got here, but you just want to talk.”
She moves one hand to my shoulder and caresses me there as well. The fact that she’s touching me everywhere but where I want her and it feels so good is a lot to handle. I rub my thighs together. She notices, smiles, and scoots closer. Our breasts touch.
“We want to be with you, but I don’t want being with us to stop you from doing things you’d already planned. Things that matter to you.”
“Like kids?” She nods. “Darren already told me that you two don’t want any more children.”
She shakes her head. “One hard pregnancy was more than enough for me.”
I nod quickly. “And I get that.”
She brushes a hand across my cheek. “But I wouldn’t be the one carrying the baby, Jourdan.”
“Oh,” I breathe. “I didn’t… I didn’t think about that.” I cannot believe that thought never occurred to me. I rub her hip and around to her ass, just feeling her skin as we process that.
She wraps her arm around my shoulder and scoots as close as she can get.
“Oh,” I say again.
“Would you…do that?” she asks. “Is that something you would want? In the future, I mean.”
“I definitely want kids. I’ve always wanted kids. But I guess when Darren told me you two were done having them that I just kind of…didn’t think about it. I just assumed you wouldn’t—”
“We would,” she says quickly. “If it’s what you wanted as well, we would.”
“You’ve talked about that?” I ask, surprised.
She smiles softly and places a kiss on my mouth. She pushes my shoulders back onto the bed and moves over me, kissing me again. “Ever since the night we matched on the app, we haven’t been able to stop talking about you. Wanting you. First, it was just the sex. And then it was more.”
I’m massaging her ass now, pressing my fingers into her soft globes.
“How we’d introduce you to the boys. Looking at the bus schedules from our side of town to your job. If you’d move in when we were all ready or if we should look for another place.”
“What?” I breathe in shock.
“Fuck,” she whispers as I slip my fingers between her ass cheeks and start to circle her anus with slow, simple pressure.
I’m shocked but never deterred.
She kisses me again, whimpering softly into my mouth. “It’s soon,” she says, moving her leg between mine, lifting her thigh to my pussy. She smiles when she realizes how wet I am. “We’re not saying we want to make big changes yet. But we are saying that we want you.”
“And if I want more kids?” I ask carefully.
Her thigh presses into my slit. “We. Want. You.”
I’m pressing down into her leg shamelessly, and she’s circling her pussy into my hip. We’re breathing into one another’s mouths, tasting each other’s groans as our tongues flirt in nervous peeks between our lips.
“Is that what you want?” she moans.
“Yes,” I groan. “I want to crawl between you two in bed and let Darren put his big, thick dick deep inside me while you watch. And help.”
“Fuck,” she says, shoving her hand between my legs. Her fingers are tentative at first, brushing my mound and then slipping over my wet lips. When they graze my clit, my hips jerk forward.
“I want him to take me from the back while I eat you out.”
She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth.
I have to mumble this next sentence against her lips. “I want you two to get me pregnant with your baby.”
Nadia crushes her mouth to mine while her fingers explore my pussy. She’s scared, and I’m so wet that her fingers slip and slide through my cunt. But when her digits press against my opening, I’m so grateful that I cry out, “Yes,” as she pushes her middle finger deep inside.
She stills as if she can’t believe she finally has her hand inside my pussy. I am similarly shocked, but I pump my hips forward, reminding her that there are so many more things we can do now that she’s breached me. Literally.
She starts to pump her hand into me. “Can I…?”
“Yes,” I groan, having no idea what she’s asking.
She pushes another finger inside of me.
“Yes,” I shiver, slamming my head back into the pillow.
She licks up my throat and gives herself over to the experience of fucking me with her fingers. “I didn’t know how it would feel,” she whispers excitedly against my chin. “I mean, I’ve fingered myself, but I thought…”
I reach for my right breast and squeeze her ass as she pushes another finger inside of me.
“I thought you would feel different. But it’s the same. But different.”
“Okay, sure,” I say. I’ll say anything to keep her touching me. Fucking me.
“You’re so goddamn tight. And warm. And I can reach angles on you I can’t on myself.” As she says that, she turns her wrist and runs a finger down my perineum in the softest, somehow filthiest caress.
“Jesus Christ,” I groan.
“And different things excite you.”
I don’t think there’s anything right now that isn’t exciting me.
She turns her wrist again, and then I feel her thumb moving through my lips and bumping into my clit.
I shudder and cry out and wrap my arms around her shoulders, holding onto her for dear life.
“You’re so fucking warm and wet,” she whispers into my ear while her fingers go to some serious work on my pussy now. “Darren said you had the sweetest pussy,” she says.
And my hips lock as I come in a wet, shouting rush all over Nadia’s hand.
“Oh, good,” Darren says. “I’m just in time.”