Ford made her sit while he fixed a plate for her. “We did a little talking. We agreed you and Caph should spend the day together.
Tomorrow it can be me and you, and then the day after you and Aar.
Is that okay with you?”
Emi nodded. “Thank you,” she said quietly.
Caph reached across the table and touched her hand. “Hey, babe, it’s okay. We all have meltdowns occasionally. It means you’re normal, not that you’re cracking up. If someone’s totally calm all the time, that’s when you worry about them.”
“So what are we doing today?” she asked.
He smiled. “Sim room.”
He’d even turned up the temperature a little. Not uncomfortably so, but she didn’t feel the slightest bit chilly when she stretched out on the blanket he spread on the floor.
“Where are we going today?” As if she couldn’t guess.
“You’ll see.” He programmed the room. The walls disappeared, changing to their private oasis by the stream. He knelt beside her on the blanket. “Roll over, sweetie. You need a backrub.” Her sweats made her hot. She stripped off her shirt and rolled onto her stomach, moaning with satisfaction as he straddled her body, his strong hands working every ounce of stress out of her muscles. They could have been there ten minutes or ten hours, she didn’t know.
Didn’t care.
When he eventually worked his way south she raised her hips as he slipped her sweatpants and underwear off her legs, leaving her comfortably naked on the blanket. And still he didn’t make any sexual overtures, his fingers kneading her legs and feet, nearly putting her to sleep again.
Emi thought he would try to make love to her, but he didn’t. He stretched out next to her, pulling her against his side, his arm around her.
“You feel better, babe?”
“Yeah. Mellow.”
He laughed. “Good, because you were pretty stressed.”
“Don’t you want to do anything?”
He shrugged. “Talk. Nap.”
Emi playfully poked him. “Not what I meant.” He was still dressed in a T-shirt and shorts.
“We’ve got all day, babe.” And they took it. Talking, napping, relaxing. Being with the men was so comfortable, she’d long since gotten past feeling self-conscious if they were dressed and she wasn’t.
“They won’t come in here with us?” she asked.
“No. We wanted you to have some down time. If you want some alone-alone time, we’ll be happy to give you that, too.”
“No. I spent more than enough years alone-alone to last me a lifetime.” She rolled on top of him, feeling him harden through his shorts. “What I want right now is you.” She kissed him, and he wasted no time rolling her onto her back and ridding himself of his clothes. With the simulated scene around them, the sounds and even the temperature, it was easy to pretend they were back in New Phoenix at their picnic.
Caph took his time experimenting with positions, finding that with one of her legs hooked around his, his strokes rubbed her clit just right. From the change in her moans, he knew he had her.
“Is that good for you, baby?”
“Yeah,” she whispered, working her hips against his.
This was her special connection with Caph, her gentle giant, so to speak, his every move, every breath speaking of his dedication to her.
Emi laid back and enjoyed it, the feeling of his turgid cock slick with her juices hitting just the right spot with every stroke.
“I love you so much, Emi,” he breathed, brushing his lips against hers. “I love that I can do this for you.” She tangled her hands in his shaggy hair, pulled his face to hers, her tongue stroking in time with his cock.
It caught her by surprise, like being tossed off her feet by an ocean wave. She cried out against him as her muscles spasmed, trying to keep him inside her.
He lifted her thighs and fucked her, fast and hard, trying to climax with her and just barely making it. Still sheathed deep inside her he rolled to his side as she softly wept against him.
“Shh, it’s okay,” he whispered. This still unnerved him, she knew, that something that felt so good could make her cry.
Emi drifted to sleep with the feel of his fingers brushing along her spine, soothing her, comforting her.
Her day with Ford started out sleeping late, then curling up on the large sofa in the rec room and watching several old movies, talking, snuggled under a blanket and playfully petting.
They did a lot of talking, Ford somehow seeing deep inside her in a way the other two men didn’t. “Feeling better?” he asked as his fingers playfully slipped inside her sweats.
Emi shifted position. “I have a feeling you’re going to make sure I feel better.”
His finger dipped inside her, then trailed a slow, teasing circle around her clit. “Absolutely,” he softly growled in her ear.
Ford knew what buttons to push, physically and emotionally, to bring her to the edge of release and keep her there. He slipped two fingers into her, and she moaned with disappointment when he stilled his hands.
“Don’t rush me, sweetheart.” He nipped her earlobe, making her arch her back and press her body against his. “I want to spend all day keeping you begging for it.”
Her soft gasp of disappointment made him laugh. “You love it, and you know it. You can’t lie to me, baby.” No, she couldn’t. He knew her too well that way.
He shifted position on the couch and pulled her sweats off. She kicked them out of the way and felt him shed his shorts, his stiff cock throbbing against her cheeks.
The movie played on without them noticing. His free arm circled her, his fingers gently plucking at her nipples, back and forth, just hard enough to make her sex tingle around the fingers he had comfortably buried there.
Emi rocked her hips against him. “Please,” she gasped.
“I will, but not yet.”
Nudging against him, she tried to coax him into replacing his fingers with his cock, but he wouldn’t. Then his hand settled over her right breast, gently massaging it, his thumb rubbing her rock-hard nipple, keeping it pebbled beneath his finger.
Torture. The sweetest torture in the known universe. The slightest movement of her hips or his hand brushed against her clit in a tantalizing way, but without enough pressure to get her off. After an hour of this he took a little mercy on her.
“Do you trust me, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she gasped. Anything, she wanted him to do anything to bring her relief.
He pulled his hands away, leaving her agonizingly empty, making her moan. He chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’ll be taking care of that for you.”
He pushed her onto her stomach. She closed her eyes, wiggling her ass at him, anything to have his touch against her flesh again.
Then she felt a familiar, cool wetness against her puckered rim. She froze.
“You okay, sweetie?”
“Yes,” Emi whispered.
“You sure?”
She nodded. “Please don’t stop.”
He placed his cock against her dark hole and slowly pressed forward, giving her time to adjust. When he was fully inside her, he carefully rolled to his side again, holding still, returning his hands to their previous positions.
Emi gasped. What would it be like if it was one of the other men inside her instead of Ford’s fingers? That was something she’d thought about but not tried, still a little too chicken to ask for that in real life.
“You okay, sweetie?” he murmured in her ear as he took a slow stroke inside her.
“Yes!”
“You like this?”
She pressed against him, turning her head so she could kiss him.
He took his time, reading her body, never letting her get close enough to release to send her over the edge. He tormented her, switching between slow strokes of his fingers in her slick sex and slow thrusts in her ass, alternately playing with her nipples. She lost all track of time in his arms, knowing he could do this to her all day.