Clayton stood beside him, leaning against the doorjamb with a look of contentment in his eyes. Chance doubted he’d ever seen Clayton looking this relaxed or happy. Clayton had always been more of a worrier, but he didn’t see worry in his eyes now. He only saw peace.
Chance quietly placed the tray on the dresser, and they went to both sides of the bed and climbed in. Clayton reclined behind her shoulders and Chance lay down facing her. They’d always been intuitive about each other, and that ability seemed to come in handy with Lydia. At the same time, they reached out to her. Clayton lightly traced the backs of his fingers from her shoulder to her hips as Chance slid his fingertips from the lush curve of her hip up her ribs to the side of her breast.
A sleepy smile formed on her face, and she arched against their touch. Clayton glanced at Chance and they both leaned forward to kiss her. Clayton pressed his lips to the velvety flesh beneath her ear and Chance applied his mouth and tongue to her nipple. She released the pillow and rolled to her back as she opened her eyes and whispered, “Good morning.”
They greeted her and spread kisses all around her throat and breasts until she giggled and then moaned.
“I made us breakfast in bed, baby.”
She lifted her arms over her head, stretched, and curled her hands up by her ears and loosed an erection-inducing purring sound that made him want to roll his eyes back. She was innocently merciless in how she enticed them. They might not leave that bed until noon.
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A little while later, Clayton paused in what he was doing to gaze at Lydia’s beautiful, flushed face. Her eyes positively glittered as she did her best to glare at him but wound up giggling as she flopped her head back on her pillow.
“I never took you for a sadist, Clayton, but I think you are enjoying torturing me. Come on!”
“Uh-uh,” he intoned teasingly as he swiped his tongue up her slick little pussy again. She panted as he pressed a kiss to her lavender-scented inner thigh.
They’d just returned to the bed after taking a shower all together. Clayton would’ve been perfectly content to make love to her again as soon as she was done eating, but they’d dripped grape jelly on her nipples and then licked it off of her and she’d insisted she wanted a shower before they did anything else.
He didn’t mind taking the time for the shower if it made her more comfortable, but since she made him wait, he’d told her she was going to have to wait while he played and feasted on her pussy.
Lydia adopted a pouting tone and said, “You don’t want to fuck me?”
Clayton chuckled at her provocative talk and replied, “Oh, I don’t recall saying that. I definitely plan to fuck you. But you’ll have to wait because I said I was going to make a meal out of you first.”
He demonstrated what he meant by sliding his tongue between her inner pussy lips to lick at her cream. Her fingers stroked his cheek as she writhed beneath him and moaned again.
Seeking his brother’s help, she whined, “Chance, your brother is torturing me.”
“Baby, I think you’re enjoying yourself too much to believe this is torture for you. As a matter of fact, I’m still feeling hungry myself. I worked up an appetite in the shower.”
Clayton wanted to laugh out loud as Chance pressed kisses to her nipples and she playfully pouted. “Oh, no. Not you, too?”
Her every whimper and squirm fed a deep need inside Clayton to please her as a way to thank her for loving him. Chance’s comment earlier had brought Brittany to mind. While it was unpleasant to think of her, he did appreciate that the reminder of his experience with her further demonstrated what a wonder Lydia was in their lives. She didn’t demand or manipulate or sulk when things didn’t work out the way she wanted. The pout on her lips now only served to endear her all the more to him because he knew by the gleam in her eyes that she was having as much fun as he and Chance were.
Having mercy on her finally, he sucked gently at her clit, drawing her damp flesh into his mouth with a slow, teasing rhythm as he enjoyed her renewed whimpers.
“Oh, Clayton, I love you,” she whispered breathlessly.
His gaze found hers, and he smiled in response and stroked her slick cunt lips with a couple of fingertips. He loved how responsive she was as her pussy clenched from the contact.
Having already discovered that Lydia seemed to really enjoy the tight fit of their cocks in her opening, he teased her with his fingertips until she was writhing, trying to take his fingers a little deeper. Clayton stroked her inner walls and grinned in satisfaction when she made the sensual groaning sound that signaled he’d found her G-spot.
Chance murmured, “I love when Lydia sings in the key of G, don’t you, Clayton?”