Not tonight, though. Tonight, all I can focus on is the fact that the extension put a few more feet between us and the boys’ room. It also gave us great cover to soundproof the master bedroom and buy a California King bed so we can all fit inside comfortably. And we take advantage of all the space we have in this big ass bed to get as close to one another as we can, and tonight, we’re close as hell.

“Slow down, baby.” Nadia whispers those three words against the side of my neck, followed by her wet tongue.

My hands are braced on Darren’s soft stomach, and I’m riding him, circling my hips atop him, trying to hit as many of my pressure points as I can. If it were up to me, I’d be slamming my hips down into his. Hell, if it were up to Darren, he’d be slamming his hips up into me. But tonight, Nadia is in control, and she always wants us to go slow. She wants us all to tease one another, to revel in the feeling of our bodies writhing together, each rippling orgasm spreading from one of our bodies to the other, each wet, gushing release that one or two of us will lick up greedily.

Nadia refuses to let our sex settle into regularity; she wants us to appreciate it all.

Darren and I just want Nadia to be happy and we know she’ll make us happy in return.

“Not tonight,” I whine. “Please.”

Nadia is sitting on Darren’s face. I can’t believe that I’m jealous of both of them, but also, I can.

She’s gasping as he licks her. I can imagine how good he feels, but when her eyes flutter closed and she groans softly, I know he feels even better than I’ve dreamed.

“Okay,” she whispers softly. I watch as she presses her pussy harder onto Darren’s mouth, grinding her clit against his chin before she crawls off of him.

I whimper sadly.

Darren leans up and reaches for me.

It’s not as easy for our mouths to meet with my stomach between us, but we make it work.

My God, do we make it work.

“How does she taste?” he barks into my mouth.

An orgasm isn’t an answer to his question, but it isn’t not an answer either.

I can’t drape my body over Darren’s, and I miss it. I miss being able to press my ear to his chest so I can hear his pounding heart, teasing him with my hand, and then pulling him back into my pussy once he’d calmed down.

I miss being able to sag against his firm chest, Nadia’s soft kisses traveling down my spine.

But missing the past doesn’t mean that I can’t enjoy the present.