CHAPTER 72 — FAINA GREEN

Noah disappeared all afternoon after lunch, and I only found him later in the evening, sitting in one of the chairs in the cabin. I approach him, who is thoughtful, looking at the sea in front of us. The resort we are at is truly incredible; We stay in a floating bungalow and, around us, there is only sea. The clear and translucent waters make the place even more beautiful. And with that, everything seems more wonderful.

— Hi, what are you doing here? — I sit in one of the chairs next to you — Is everything okay? I looked for you all afternoon.

— Yes, I am well. Just a little thoughtful. — he answers me.

But don't fool me. I know Noah well enough to realize he's not okay.

—Noah, look at me. — I place my hands on his chin, directing his eyes to mine — What happened?

He lets out a long sigh before responding.

— I just wanted us to have a special moment, like the ones you had with my brothers. — looks away.

— Noah, are you jealous? I ask, alarmed.

If they start to feel jealous of each other, that would be very problematic.

— No. I don't feel jealous of them with you. It's just… — he stops and runs his hands through his hair, before continuing — I just wanted to have a special moment with my wife on our honeymoon, do something different… and after them, I feel like I ran out of ideas.

— Like this? — I ask, even though I already know what he wanted to say.

— Luther, he surprised you on the beach sand. Heros had the bed, Lohan in the sea at sunset. Zedekiah the bathtub and… — I take off the shirt I'm wearing, which by the way is his, leaving me naked and sit on his lap — What are you doing?

— Baby, it's not the places that create the best moments, but the people. — I say, as I give him a quick kiss — I don't want you to feel belittled or forgotten. I love you, just like I love any of them. We could have shared a special moment anywhere, here. There — I point to the small pool that we haven't used yet — Down there, on the chairs, in the sea, in the bathtub. On the beach sand and everything would still be special because it would be our moment. Faina and Noah.

I start rubbing myself against him, feeling his cock hardening.

— Faina — he moans, his hands going to my hips.

— Yes dear? — I lean over him and bite his lower lip — Do you know why I spent the whole afternoon looking for you? I had idealized a walk along the beach, with the waves touching our feet. A picnic at sunset.

— I'm sorry I ruined your plans. — he tells me, trying to kiss me, but I pull away to take off his shorts and throw them somewhere.

— Okay, I have twenty more days to do this and many others. — I grab your penis, and I start rubbing your glans against my clitoris.

— Damn… — he mutters, looking at what I'm doing. — Baby — bites his lips.

— That's, um… — continues rubbing the head of his cock against my pussy, without penetrating it.

We are sighs and groans.

Noah lifts his eyes, meeting mine. His intense blue eyes shine with desire and excitement, moving down to my hard, milk-swollen breasts. His hands hold them with great care.

— He is sure? — I ask when he brings his mouth closer to one of them.

— Yes — he licks the areola around my nipple before sucking it — Heros is a loose man. For someone who has already tasted our semen through their mouth, how can they be disgusted by the breast milk that will sustain our children?

I end up laughing out loud.

And he absorbs the rest of my laughter as he kisses me passionately. His kiss is soft and affectionate, at the same time, intense and fiery, making my heart race. Everything in me stirs and explodes in pure happiness.

Your kiss is so good that it makes me come with just one kiss.

Embarrassed, I stand up and pull him across the cabin porch toward the pool. As I walk through the door, I see Luther and Zedekiah; one is sitting on the bed playing on his cell phone, while the other heads to the small kitchen.

I don't see Heros around the cabin, he's probably with Boris, and Lohan sleeps relaxed in one of the chairs on the lower level.

I enter the pool, bringing him with me. I wrap my arms around his neck and his hands slide down my back. Noah walks with me until I'm leaning against the tempered glass edge of the pool, keeping me trapped between him and her. His hands slide down my back, one stopping at my hip and the other running down my leg, lifting my thigh and passing it over his hip.

He just moves his hips and his penis is inside me, with my cum making it easier to slide.

His mouth finds mine and I bring my hands closer to his hair, showing affection and enjoying the kiss.

— I love you, baby.

— I love you, Noah, every bit of you.

He kisses me again and his cock moves in and out of me, in a constant, tasty rhythm.

And damn, it's impossible not to fall in love with them and become addicted to them; each of them offers me a unique mix of emotions and feelings.

I don't know what it's like to live without them anymore.

His kisses spread across my body, traveling back and forth to my lips.

The movements of your dick, without any rush, maintain a constant rhythm, not too slow, not too fast, enjoying the pleasure of making love.

And everything becomes even more special in the company of those we love.

When my leg starts to get tired, he turns me around, placing my back to him and facing the view of the sea, with the moon reflecting on the water. It's as beautiful as a sunrise or sunset.

Soon his member is inside me again, sliding deliciously in and out. Inside and outside. Inside and outside.

I bite my lip and my legs tense as I reach another orgasm, taking Noah with me in a slurred growl, who leaves a kiss and a light bite on my shoulders.

Being as cute and handsome as he is, he carefully takes me out of the pool and takes me inside, keeping me on his lap, taking us to take a shower together.

After showering and eating something, we ended up in bed, with Noah lying in front of me and Lohan behind me. The three of us together, my head on Noah's chest and Lohan's arm on my belly, caressing.

— Are you going to tell me the story of the other new tattoos you got in place of our names? — Lohan, asks me, your mouth right next to my ear.

Noah takes my hand and touches the names of his brothers, starting with the one on his heart, where Heros' name was. I explain to them:

— I made other tattoos according to the meaning of each person’s name. Heros is a male name with fascinating origins and meanings, although knowing his personality… — we laugh — On the one hand, it appears as a variant of Eros, which means “love” in Greek mythology, being associated with the god of love, son of Aphrodite and equivalent to Cupid in Roman mythology.

Taking my hand and looking at the tattoos, he finishes deducing the rest of them himself.

— Luther's has a sword with a small shield because the meaning of his name is a glorious warrior, or of the people. — he winks at me when he gets it right.

— And why is Noah's a crescent moon? — Lohan asks me. — As far as I know, his name means rest or repose, I would have tattooed myself with a hammock.

We laugh…

— Yeah, I didn't think about that, it could have been. But the moon in the waxing phase is often associated with calm, rest… It is a peaceful and serene symbol. And it reminds me a little of Noah's personality — I look at him and he winks at me.

— I would have preferred the hammock — he says again, and we laugh once again.

— That cross doesn't really suit Zedekiah… — Noah says as he runs his finger over the tattoo I made in place of his brother's name, and Lohan bursts out laughing.

— Not even! A cross for a sadist…? What are you trying to say by that, love? — He leaves a kiss on the crook of my neck.

— I thought about making a flower, since that's the nickname he gave me, but I wanted to follow the same way I did yours and the meaning of his name is God is Just. So I got a cross tattooed.

— Pu… — he stops, laughing again — I can't even swear at this moment, it wouldn't be appropriate after mentioning the name of God. I'm not a holy guy and I have a lot of sins on my shoulders, but I would rather not accumulate one more by blaspheming His name.

— Does he already know that? Noah asks.

— No. Maybe it really was better that I made a flower.

We laughed again.