I giggled. "I don't seem to be turning into a chicken." I raised one of my arms and waved it. "Still an arm."
"Thank fuck for that," he said. "I'd be scared if you developed a couple of wings."
I lowered my arms and wrapped them around his neck instead, pulling him down to me as he slid in deeper.
"You might want to eat me."
His laughter vibrated both our chests.
"Cupcake, I definitely want to eat you. But right now I want to do this." He pushed himself the rest of the way in until he was seated, balls deep inside my pussy. "Fuck, you feel good."
"So do you," I said. I felt so full, my pussy clamped around him.
"Not as good as you," he insisted. "Nothing in the world could feel as good as this."
"I could argue with you, but I think we both feel good," I said.
"I can agree with that."
He started to move inside me. Sliding out a little, then back in all the way. Small, even thrusts. Taking his time.
The water in the shower was still flowing. The sound of Woody grunting came through a gap in the door. Straining, working himself while Leif worked his cock inside me.
"Shame that wall is there," Leif remarked.
He could hear it too and he wasn't turned off. His eyes were dark and focused. His thrusts became deeper and faster.
"You're not going to knock it down, are you?" I asked. I'd seen them do that often enough on the shows I watched.
"Open plan bedroom and bathroom," he mused. "Tempting as that is, it's a good idea to keep moisture away from other parts of the house. Moisture from the shower, that is. Other moisture should be everywhere." He grinned and slowed again.
"So practical," I remarked.
I won't lie, I was happy to hear my wall could stay. I liked a private bathroom, even if it meant I couldn't see what Woody was doing in there. My fertile imagination filled in the gaps.
"I've been called worse." He rolled us over so I was on top of him. "How do you like being in control?"
The question seemed important to him.
I frowned while I thought, wanting to be honest in return.
I was in control when I sucked Woody off. I'd enjoyed that immensely. I never experienced anything like it though. Not that I was very experienced with sex, but I was usually the one doing what I was told.
Looking down at him, I felt powerful. Desirable. Like I had with Woody. His pleasure was mine to decide. The angle, the speed. When he came.
"I see you like the idea," he said as I pressed my hands to his chest and rode him slowly. He placed his hands to either side of his head, palms up, surrendering to me.
Why was that so fucking hot? I moved faster, rolling my hips, rubbing my clit against him each time.
Having two orgasms with Forrest and Leif the other night wasn't the anomaly, I suspected. I was close to coming again already.
"Mmm, Sable," Leif groaned. He was close himself. "You're perfection."
My face heated at the praise. I was anything but perfect, but I wasn't going to contradict him in this moment. If he wanted to say something nice while my breasts were swaying above his face, I wouldn't argue. Besides, I was busy coming. Shattering into more pieces than the ashes of Woody's house. Drifting on the air. Floating above the world like I had nothing to worry about. No problems, no stress. Just bliss.
I blinked as I floated back down to earth.
Leif gazed at me like I was a work of art.