Solas melted into Tal’s kiss. His hands on her skin were leaving trails of fire that came together to pool in her belly.
Another set of hands grasped her hips and a body pressed against her back. There was warm breath on her ear. “Mount him,” Danso growled.
She moaned and lifted her head to look at Danso. He caught her mouth in a deep kiss, then pulled away. His fingers dug into her hips, lifting her slightly. She pushed herself up off Tal’s chest and swung her leg over to straddle him.
Tal was hard between her legs and she lifted up again, to grasp him and guide him into her. “Yes!” he gasped when she pushed him deep. He slid his hands around to her breasts, caressing her nipples with gentle fingers. She sighed.
Danso knelt next to her. He slid one hand down her back, over her buttocks, to touch where Tal was inside her. His other hand caressed her cheek, turning her to look at him. His eyes were dark with arousal. He kissed her again, pushing his tongue in her mouth, and she heard Tal moan. She rocked her hips, moving into a rhythm with Tal while Danso plundered her mouth.
She kept one hand on Tal’s chest, but the other she moved to seek out Danso’s arousal. She found his silky hardness, but he grabbed her hand away. “I already have plans for that,” he chuckled breathlessly into her ear.
She smiled, looking forward to his ‘plans’, then turned her attention to Tal. He was thrusting faster now, sweat on his skin, his eyes half-lidded. She leaned down to kiss him, exploring his mouth with her tongue as Danso had done to her.
She startled when Danso moved his hand, fingers now exploring the opening of her arse. She wondered if that was his plan, to take her from behind while she was straddling Tal. They’d done that before. But Danso moved his hand again, to rest on her buttock, and bent to kiss her back, his tongue tracing the ridge of her spine. Solas whimpered.
She broke her kiss with Tal, needing to breath, and looked into his face. His blue-grey eyes were watching her. “Love you,” he whispered.
“Love you,” she said and kissed him gently and then he was grunting and thrusting hard and he shouted his climax into her mouth.
They lay together for a moment, their sweaty bellies pressed together, trying to breath. But Danso wasn’t going to let her rest. “Turn over, léofe,” he said, patting her behind.
She kissed Tal’s chest and shared a smile with him. She pushed herself off him and he slid back a little to sit up against the pillows. She turned, lying with her head on Tal’s chest, her body between his legs. Danso smiled at them. “Nice.”
She hooked her legs over Tal’s, opening herself for Danso. He knelt between their knees and bent to kiss her belly, his tongue dipping into her navel, then kissed his way up her body, sampling each nipple before kissing her mouth. He reached between them to guide himself into her. She was slick from Tal, so he slid in effortlessly. He started to thrust and she tilted her hips to meet him.
“Lovely,” Tal murmured behind her. She raised an arm to touch Tal’s face, the other hand moved to the nape of Danso’s neck. She sighed, contented to be pressed between the warmth of her two lovers. She closed her eyes, giving herself to the rhythm of Danso’s thrusts and Tal’s heartbeat in her ear.
Danso cried out, thrusting hard, and she pulled him close, holding him to her as he came.
He sighed and lay his head on her breast. “I love you,” she said to him, brushing her fingers through his dark hair.
“Love you, too.” he murmured back. He kissed her breast and pushed off of her, rolling to the side. She and Tal shifted, too, until she was snug between them, each one lying with his head on a shoulder. Their hands met on her belly, fingers twined together. Solas smiled. Tal and Danso were getting more comfortable touching each other. When this had started between them, they had avoided it, but now... She had wicked thoughts of where she would like that to lead.
She kissed Tal’s blond head, her beloved husband. She kissed Danso’s dark head, her husband in every way that mattered. She didn’t care what others thought of their trio. She could not imagine life without either one.