"Oh fuck yes!"
As soon as the moan left her lips, Strawberry cupped a hand to her mouth, looking at the twins with panic and concern.
"I thought I woke them up," she whispered to Byron. "Come, let's give them some space."
She took his hand and dragged him to the other side of the room, to the chair she had been sitting on when she breastfed them.
Wide and pillowed, with soft fabrics and fur spread on it, it was more of a couch than a chair. Strawberry pushed him onto its softness and climbed on top of him, her lips finding his, her hands in his hair, on his back, on his chest... It felt like she had a hundred hands, touching each and every inch of his body all at once.
Of course, he reciprocated in kind.
His hands found her boobs, her waist, her hips... Her everything. When their lips parted, they were panting, a bit of sweat on their foreheads.
