Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

"Speaking of the boy toy," Ellie said, her tone not about flattery.

"Ladies," I said, trying to be suave.

"Go get dressed sexy, we're going out for supper and a show," Miranda said.

I asked. "And which room is mine?"

"Our room is the first on the left," Miranda said.

"Cool," I said casually. I left the ladies, rolled my luggage into the room and got dressed.

Strangely, the rest of the evening proceeded completely uneventfully. I learned later that during their brief girls' only time they'd agreed there would be no sexual conversation, flirting, not even word play for the remainder of the evening. In some ways this was good news as I was a bit worn out by the constant sexual tension between Ellie and Mom that had her so stressed out.

Supper was amazing, the show, a Cirque de Soleil, was stupendous and a late-night walk along the brightly-lit Strip was the coolest thing ever. By the time we got back to our penthouse suite we were all wiped and we all crashed rather quickly. Miranda and I got a room together, while both mom and Ellie had separate rooms, although Ellie stressed they'd be sharing one room before the weekend was over.

Miranda and I shared silent nods of agreement. That sharing was an agreed-upon portion of our master plan for the weekend, albeit the most risky portion.

After Ellie had retired, Mom snuck in for the good fucking I'd promised her for tonight, and she rode me to completion while Miranda rode her ass with a strap-on. In addition to it being over-the-top sex for all three of us, it was yet another layer of our three-way emotional bond which Miranda and I knew Mom needed to have in place as strongly as possible.

The next morning started amazingly as I was woken up the best way possible, with a blowjob. Opening my eyes, I saw Miranda bobbing up and down leisurely on my cock. Seeing me awake, she smiled, "Good morning, sleepyhead."

"Good morning, beautiful," I replied.

"I bet you say that to all the girls who wake you up this way," she teased, returning to my cock.

"Now that you mention it, that's true," I agreed, thinking of the many times recently Mom had awakened me the same way.

"You male slut," she joked, briefly taking my cock out of her mouth.

"There are worse things to be called," I quipped.

"And the Mommy facial, that was so naughty," Miranda commented, as she returned to deep throating my cock.

I moaned, but not because of her gentle reprimand, "I didn't think she would go through with it."

Five minutes later the conversation continued after I had shot cum down my beautiful girlfriend. "Your mom kept the cum on her face the whole time we were in the bar." "Really?" I asked, surprised by mom's full obedience.

"Yes, it was so fucking hot," Miranda said, still stroking my cock.

"That it was," I agreed.

"Your Mom can be really wild, and being in a city where no one knows her gives her the freedom to cut loose without any worry of consequences," Miranda explained. "Like the last time you two were in Vegas for example," I smiled.

"For example," she agreed, smiling.

Positioning myself between her legs, I smiled, "I think it's time I return the favor."

She purred, "You treat me so well, baby."

"I bet you say that to all the eighteen-year-olds you bring to Vegas," I teased.

"Every single one," she played along as I began licking. As much as I loved fucking Miranda and Mom, I particularly loved the sweet intimacy that came from licking their pussies. I loved hearing their breathing slowly escalate, I loved hearing their moans increase in volume... and all because of me.

Hearing Miranda coo, "Oh Curtis, don't stop," and "Yes, baby, I love your tongue, baby," and "Oh God, you're getting me so fucking wet," only enhances my eagerness to please.

I took my time enjoying the slow build of Miranda's orgasm. Finally, ten minutes later give or take, her moans had escalated and I knew she was near the brink of euphoria, so I sucked her clit into my mouth and slid two fingers inside her very wet pussy.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Miranda screamed, as she wrapped her legs around my head and quaked, her pussy juice flowing out of her.

I savored her sweetness as her body continued trembling... all because of me.

When she finally released me from her leg embrace/leglock, I crawled up her body and kissed her tenderly.

When I broke the kiss a few seconds later she smiled, "Fuck, do I taste good."

"You won't ever hear me complaining," I agreed.

She leaned up and kissed me again. This time the kiss had a tenderness I'd never felt from her before. This wasn't the same intense urgency it often was, nor was it full of hungry passion, but something more: as if we had transcended to a different world where only we existed.

When she broke the kiss she looked nervous and vulnerable; an insecurity I rarely saw in my confident, celebrity girlfriend. Our eyes locked as time stood still and for a brief moment there was only us, and nothing else mattered. Finally my dream woman affirmed the words she'd said the other night at the TV station that had prompted my long, heartfelt declaration to her. "I love you, Curtis."

Those three words and my name and I was speechless. I knew that fifty years from now if she repeated them again I'd still be thrilled to hear them. I knew that, but apparently my new but enduring love for her hadn't yet sunk in.

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She kissed me softly before continuing, her vulnerability clearly on her sleeve, if she had been wearing clothes, "I know it sounds crazy, you're just a boy and we haven't known each other long even though I've told you before," she continued between sweet kisses. "And I don't expect you to say it back this time, but I had to let you know."

They say when you fall in love you just know. It's like every earlier relationship was just a milestone on the journey to real love. I'd long lusted after Miranda, then once I began seeing her with Mom occasionally I knew I liked her a lot, but (ironically the day after the first time I'd fucked her and right after the second time she'd stood up for me against her blowhard ex) the moment I looked into her sincere eyes, past the beautiful exterior, past the sexual seductress, I saw the real Miranda... the girl behind the woman, the girl who longed for unconditional love and not the superficial surface love just based on looks and sex. No, behind her tough confident exterior was a vulnerable woman wanting someone to love the real her. I knew right then, just like I know the sky is blue and the grass is green that I loved her. Not the pantyhose-wearing sex goddess that I grew up masturbating to, but the woman who was sweet, caring, sassy, warm, funny, quirky, and a million other traits was the one with whom I'd fallen in love. And it was at that moment as I saw deep into her soul, I took her heart and claimed it. "I've said it before and I'll say it again: I love you too, Miranda Collington." She shook her head. "I wasn't saying it to get you to say it. I was..."

I put my finger to her lips. "Shhhh, my sweet Miranda. I would never have said if I didn't mean it, and now you will please permit me to say it again." It was time to repeat my litany of love to her, this time with fresh observations. I gave her quick soft kisses between each beloved quality as I spoke. "I love your loyalty."

"I love your smile," I continued, kissing just her upper lip.

"I love your compassion," I added, replicating my gentle kiss on her lower lip.

"I love your sarcastic wit," I said, kissing her left cheek.

"I love the twinkle in your eye," I complimented, kissing her other cheek.

"But most of all I love your heart, Miranda," I finished, our eyes locked to each other's. I hoped she saw the sincerity in my eyes the way I saw it in hers.

We kissed like the two lovers we were.

After a brief moment her sweet smile curved to mischievous. Rubbing her stocking feet on me she asked, "You don't love my pantyhose legs?"

"Sure, they're all right," I shrugged playfully.

She laughed before adding, her shift from insecure and vulnerable to sexy and confident instant, "So should I take it that the fact I am a submissive who loves swallowing your cum and taking your cock up my ass is also irrelevant?" I shrugged, "Those qualities are awesome bonuses, as are your tight cunt, dirty mouth and lesbian tendencies, but I have my Mom for all those."

"You fucker," she said, hitting me playfully.