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“And I love you,” she replied, smiling into the kiss, feeling his mouth shift, too, into a grin. Ah, she really was home. Love. They’d all said it, felt it, meant it. The sweet taste of it was nirvana, a light, delicate—but hardy—flavor that they would relish forever.

She moved to the bed, climbing on carefully, the only one wearing anything. Slipping out of her panties, she became self-conscious of her body for the first time—how it had changed, how she had gained weight, how her breasts were fuller, more sensitive, her hips wider and more lush. Would they like it? Was she too big?

Mike’s hands held an answer as he reached for her, eyes tracking his own hand as he moved it along her side. She propped her head with her hand, elbow holding at an angle, breasts and belly pulled down by gravity and one leg bent. “You’re so...” He sighed, his hand opening where her ribcage met her breast, smoothing and sloping to take in more. “Voluptuous. Glowing.” Bending in, muscles rippling and arms tight, he kissed her and then slid into bed, arms warm and chest pressed against her, molding himself around her. “Amazing.” She relaxed into rippled muscles on his thighs, his long, lean body surrounding her, mouth kissing her neck—

Oh! That was Dylan, who had taken up residence behind her, her back warmed instantly by a wall of hot skin and hard flesh that started with her ass, then her thighs, gliding up her sacrum, back, and shoulders, like a strong blanket of sensuality. His hands cupped her breasts as he kissed her neck, erection pressed into the cleft of her ass, ready for her bidding and whatever they all chose next. Delicious. That they had all the time, all the choice in the world, to do as they wished right here, right now.

Just the feel of them against her body made her abs tighten, the flesh above her clit buzzing, her hands eager and needy, touching Mike and Dylan with an urgency she didn’t have to possess any more. No rush. No scarcity. All three had made the decision to move on, to redesign the world, to make their love so much more.

Mike trailed kisses down her breasts, looping one nipple into his mouth, tongue teasing with circles of benevolence, making her walls clamp and the air in her lungs rush out. Base instinct guided her hands to his hair, hoping—oh, hoping!—he was headed where she needed that mouth most right now. It had been long, long months without, and her body tingled with anticipation, for that first cool touch of tongue tip, as the warmth of her flesh would mix with his wetness and make her gasp.

“Are you OK on your back?” Dylan asked. She hadn’t considered it.

“I can be creative,” Mike answered, his voice muffled. For some reason, it made her giggle, and she got a case of the sillies, right here in this incredibly sensual moment. Laughing so hard tears filled her eyes, Dylan watched her, eyes dancing with amusement. Mike paused, then crawled up her body, dragging his chest along her skin.

His head popped up, face curious, as she quivered and shook, overcome with laughter. “I’ve been laughed at in bed before,” he said, “but never while doing that.”

Oh, God. That made her giggle even more, great whoops surprising her, Mike glancing at Dylan, Dylan’s shrug, both sets of eyes watching her. Contagious, the laughter got them too, deep voices rumbling with chuckles until finally Laura settled down, flapping her hands in front of her face to cool down and calm herself.

“What was that?” Dylan asked, finger circling her nipple.

Mike dipped his head back under the covers and moved down. A kiss on her hip. “Was that funny?” A kiss on her knee. “Funny?” A kiss on her mons. “Giggling now? How about I make you gasp.” The last word came out as a low growl, so predatory and primal she filled with a blooming wetness, all heat and low thrumming, body fully ready.

And gasp she did, for as his hips moved, Mike folding his extended body into position between her legs, and although she was on her side, he simply moved one leg up, balanced it on his shoulder gently, and leaned down, tongue touching the exact place she needed it to. Like a butterfly in slow motion, his tongue lapped and licked in a perfect, slow rhythm that took her from ready to gone. Dylan’s scent, all musk and smoke and salty, filled the air as he lowered his mouth on her other nipple, keeping symmetry.

She didn’t care, transported to a frenzied near-climax by a few touches of Mike’s tongue. When Dylan rotated slightly, calves brushing against her hip, his body hovering over hers, her mouth was open, breath coming out in pants, his lips taking hers as his hand reached for her ass, pulling her closer.

What she wanted, though, was more. Urging Dylan to slide up, she reached for him, fingers lacing around his thick erection, guiding him to her mouth. Knowing she would soon come— hard and furious, crazy and tilting—she wanted to give, to make someone else feel as good as Mike made her feel now, to spread out her own intensity, delaying her climax, to make it all the more incredible and vital and fucking liquifying when it did come.