“I can’t wait to share you with all our mates,” whispers Bjørnar, kissing me and dragging me closer. The warm water slushes between us and makes waves in the bathing pool.
I love it when we steal private time together; his tender care usually calms my racing thoughts. More often than not, the only place we can be alone is in the bath. I imagine sharing this with Mathilde, and it ignites something inside me.
“I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me that I could be with more than one person at a time. Now that you mentioned it, I can’t wait for that experience. How do you think we’ll do it?”
Bjørnar doesn’t answer me with words, but his response is evident by his hardness nesting between us. I smile and give him another kiss. We have already f****d three times today, but we cannot get enou
