Green Flash

Pleasure flowed around her nipples and soft hands stroked down her sides, over her stomach, teased at the edge of the trim triangle of red curls that crowned her pussy. Claire's hips arched against the hand, her mind swimming with wine, her body pleasantly exhausted. Visions of Ashton, of his lean body bare against hers, his cock, hard, veined and perfectly crowned driving into her, filling her, claiming her, spun in her dreams like silk.

And Dwight, impish grin on his face, offering the glistening bead of his desire to her lips, the purple head sliding easily into her mouth, feeding her the salty promise of his release. Claire moaned her way from sleep, her hand automatically seeking the head attached to her nipple. She arched into the soft bite and tangled her fingers in his hair.

He slid his fingers through the curls, teasing her clit, entering the already wet folds and followed the path to the gate.

A cool breeze blew over her wet nipple as he pulled away. "Fuck, Claire, you missed me?"