Chapter 25: Moment of Respite [III. R18]

She couldn't finish the sentence, couldn't put into words the desperation she felt. But Marc understood. He always did.

And with that, he leaned in and put his mouth on her, his tongue delving between her folds, tasting her, savoring her. Julie screamed, her back arching off the bed, her fingers digging into Marc's scalp as he ate her out like a man starved.

Julie was lost in a haze of sensation, drowning in the pleasure that Marc and Bruno were inflicting upon her. Their touches, their kisses, their caresses - they were everywhere, consuming her, overwhelming her, pushing her to the brink of something extraordinary.

Marc's tongue was relentless, delving deep into her core, stroking her inner walls, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex.

He could taste her, could feel the way her juices coated his tongue, could hear the way her cries of ecstasy filled the room. It spurred him on, made him more determined to bring her to the pinnacle of pleasure.

At the same time, Bruno's fingers pumped in and out of her, his thumb circling her clit, rubbing the sensitive bump.

He could feel the way her walls fluttered around his fingers, could sense the way her body tensed, her muscles pulling rigid as she climbed higher and higher.

Julie could feel the pressure building, the coil of tension in her lower belly winding tighter and tighter. She was so close, teetering on the very edge of something monumental.

Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her chest heaving with each ragged inhale and exhale.

And then, with a final flick of Marc's tongue and a particularly hard thrust of Bruno's fingers, Julie came undone.

Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing, her back arching, her mouth open in a silent scream of pure, unadulterated bliss.

Her walls clamped down around Bruno's fingers, gripping them like a vice as her juices gushed forth, coating his hand, dripping down her thighs.

Her body shook and trembled, her skin flushed and hot, her heart pounding a staccato rhythm against her ribcage.

Marc and Bruno worked her through it, their touches gentling, their kisses softening. They murmured words of praise, of adoration, of utter devotion.

They told her how beautiful she was, how incredible, how perfect. They worshipped her as she came down from her high, their hands and mouths soothing her sensitive skin.

But they weren't done with her, not by a long shot. As Julie floated in the aftermath of her orgasm, she could feel the hard, thick lengths of their cocks pressing against her thighs, her stomach, her hip. They were still hard, still aching, still desperate for release.

Julie looked up at them, her eyes hazy and sated, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She could see the way they looked at her, the hunger still burning in their gazes, the need still pulsing through their veins.

"I want you," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her cries of pleasure. "I want you both, now. I want to feel you inside me, filling me, completing me." Her words were a plea, a prayer, a desperate, wanton request.

Julie's words hung heavy in the air, a blatant invitation and a challenge all in one. Marc and Bruno needed no further encouragement. With a shared look of primal hunger, they moved into action.

Marc positioned himself between Julie's spread thighs, his hard cock jutting out, throbbing with need. He could feel the heat radiating off her core, could see the glistening evidence of her arousal coating her folds.

It made him throb, made him ache to be inside her, to feel her surrounding him, squeezing him, milking him.

Bruno, not to be outdone, moved to Julie's side. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue delved inside, tangling with hers, consuming her moans and whimpers.

His hand cupped her breast, kneading the soft flesh, rolling her nipple between his fingers until it hardened into a tight peak.

Julie could feel the broad head of Marc's cock nudging against her entrance, could feel the way he teased her, rubbing himself against her slick folds.

She tried to arch into him, to take him inside, but Bruno's grip on her hip held her in place.

"Please," she whimpered against Bruno's mouth, her voice muffled by his kiss. "Please, I need...I need..." She couldn't finish the sentence, couldn't put into words the desperation she felt. But Marc understood what she needs.

With a single, powerful thrust, Marc sheathed himself inside her. He groaned at the feeling of her tight, wet heat enveloping him, her walls gripping him like a velvet vice.

He had to pause for a moment, had to take a deep breath to keep from coming right then and there.

Julie cried out, her head falling back against the pillow, her fingers digging into Marc's shoulders. She could feel every thick inch of him, could feel the way he stretched her, filled her, completed her.

It was everything she had ever wanted, everything she had ever needed.

Bruno, not wanting to be left out, took the opportunity to trail kisses down Julie's neck, over her collarbone, to the valley between her breasts. He lingered there, his tongue swirling around her nipple before drawing it into his mouth, suckling hard.

Marc began to move, his hips pulling back until just the tip of his cock remained inside her, before slamming forward, burying himself to the hilt. He set a hard, fast pace, his shaft driving into her again and again, his balls slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust.

Julie could only hold on, could only take what he gave her. Her body rocked with each drive of his hips, her breasts bouncing with the force of his lovemaking. She could feel another orgasm building, could feel the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in her core.

Bruno's hand slid down her stomach, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed the sensitive bump in tight, fast circles, his touch in perfect sync with Marc's thrusts. It was too much, too intense, too...

Julie came with a scream, her body convulsing, her walls clamping down around Marc's shaft. Her juices gushed forth, coating his cock, dripping down his balls, pooling on the sheets beneath them. It was a mind-blowing, orgasm that left her wanting more.