Gezza could feel his heart bang in his ears as he drew Mia and Tara into his arms, their flesh and bodies a mess of warmth and smell in the pastel light of the bedroom.
The fairy lights glowed like stars afar, and threw gentle shadows over the pink walls, and the flame of the lavender candle flickered, and its perfume moved through the air like an alluring mantle.
The soft comforter was sinking under their weight steeped in their passion, the bedframe groaned a little as Gezza helped them both down and his shabby sneakers thumped on the carpet.
Mia pressed herself against him and her skin burned against him.
"You're not done yet, are you?" she purred, and her blue eyes full of lust, and her lips touched his in a languishing, tempting kiss.
His hands moved to her hips, and Gezza groaned, He had turned her on her back next to Tara who was too tired to respond, with her undercut clinging to her moist neck.
Gezza was crouching between the legs of Mia with ragged breath.
He pulled her dress off, and the material rubbed against her thighs, and her panties were wet due to the previous.
"Next round", he rasped, and his voice deepened. His cock, aching and painful, rubbing its tip against her wet opening, painstakingly slow and deliberate, stroking the gates with its soft touch.
Her breath came in a hitch, her thighs shaking, her hands to the comforter.
"Ah stop teasing", she said, needy, and her blue eyes staring at him aroused, his hands holding her open legs, and her inside bare to him. Her
Tara moved up a little under her fingers, and slowly rubbed Mia on her clit with her up.
Mia moan pitched and her body arched, drool glistened at the corner of her lips as she bit down and her blonde hair spread across the pillow.
Gezza pushed into her, and her walls sphincter-clenched round him, tight and wet, and every inch he moved he made her gasp.
"Gezza, yes," Mia moaned, drool streaming down her chin, her eyes flicking over the next jerk as Tara fingers moved to the rhythm of Gezza thrusts.
He pushed further, his thrust gaining strength, the bed squeaking beneath them, the slick effects of their bodies in the room.
Mia moaned more, and her hands gripped Tara, the fingers locking together, and then Tara licked her lips and her hazel eyes were dark with envy and arousal.
The hands of Gezza held fast to the hips of Mia, and with his thumbs piercing her tender flesh, he drew her nearer with every thrust, and felt her walls throbbing around him.
It was electric pleasure, growing, "You are fantastic, growling the words roughly in his voice, bending down to her neck, tasting the salt-sweet sweat upon it.
Mia was rubbing her body up and down Tara on the bottom and their breasts were rubbing together and the skin was gliding slickly as Gezza rolled Mia over on her hands and knees so that she was now lying on Tara.
Mia was rubbing her breasts against the small ones of Tara, and the nipples were getting hard because of it, and the drool of Mia was running down her collarbone as she kissed her, very slowly and awkwardly, and her tongue was knotting up in both their mouths.
Gezza grabbed Mia by the waist and pushed her back, his hands tearing her legs wider, and her walls clenching with each thrust.
Tara made her hands caress her body, scraping her nails down her back, and her dragon tattoo scowled as she arched her back to kiss Mia on the breasts, sucking her.
"You do this every time, right, sis?" Tara withdrew for a moment.
The moans from Mia rippled through Tara.
Drool blending with the sweat, her body sliding over her sister in a low erotic grind.
"Harder... harder... please," Mia pleaded, her voice smothered against the neck of Tara, her hips jerking back into him.
The room was a chorus of gasps and creaks and slick rhythms, vanilla-rose, leather, sweat all mingling in the lavender air, and filling the room with an intoxicating haze.
They changed, Gezza momentarily pulling out, his cock gleaming, and then directing Tara on her back beside Mia.
Tara was no longer nervous, only completely give up.
"Your turn", he chided, his voice low, his tip rubbing against the entrance to Tara, slow, gentle, her tight heat giving way.
Her nails sank into her arm, Mia gasped as Tara did, her body tensing and releasing its tension as he entered her and her walls tightened around him.
"Ah... It hurts", she panted, her voice rough, and her undercut clings to her forehead as Mia leaned in to lick her neck and her tongue follows the dragon tattoo.
"You'll get used to it" Gezza moved slowly at first, enjoying the responses of Tara--her wide eyes, her trembling thighs--then accelerating, and returning to Mia, and then Tara, playing around alternately their holes with a kind of rhythmic dance.
Every movement against Mia into her already known warmth was matched by Tara against her more restrained grip and their moans harmonized.
Mia tongue bathed the neck of Gezza, her saliva streaming down and the hands of Tara gripped tightly on the sheets and her moans were changed to whimpers of enjoyment.
The magic of the Playbook swept on, the stamina of Gezza bearing, his climaxes rolling one upon another, dragging out to wash on their skin, the sting of overuse wasn't sharp but fading as he got used to it his cock remaining hard, the power becoming his own.
The sting isn't painful any Gezza smiled. Now he knew--the book was not merely giving him, but shaping him, his lust the inexhaustible cycle.
"I can do this all day", he growled and threw in Tara one more time, his climax tearing through him and leaking out into the world as he withdrew.
Mia trembled against Tara, and their kisses were sloppy and full of saliva, and Gezza fell between them, and the bed was a sweaty jumble.
The afternoon was lost, the evening became night, the fairy lights illuminating the room with a faint light.
The sun dropped down out of doors, and the shadows were getting longer on the pink walls. Gezza was there between them, and his body was spent, his head on Mia's chest, her blonde hair matted, her drool drying on her lips.
Tara lay huddled up next his side, her undercut dishevelled, her dragon tattoo lifting with every uneasy breath, her freckled face still flushed.
The lavender candle was smouldering, its fire spurting, the room thick with the blended perfumes. Gezza smiled smugly, though a greater cold was pricking his skin, and the Playbook, which cost him, was screaming more.
How much more can I take?