He starts down near the bottom, sliding his tongue near her entrance, laying it flat against where he knows her skin’s most sensitive. He can hear her voice and blood both getting louder, the latter rushing all around him, especially when her thighs fall against his head. Then he traces her labia. Foggy was gentle with her; they both always are, but he can still find the imprints against her skin made by the sides of his dick. By the time he reaches the top, his tongue flicking near but not on her clit, she’s quivering all over, the vibrations running through his entire face. He’s feeling a little shaky himself; he has to remind himself to breathe. He runs his tongue back down, not yet willing to give up her sweet taste. His hips on their own start moving against the bed; he’s desperately hard, but his hands will be needed up here.
Foggy’s mouth is on her body too; he picks up the sound of his tongue on her skin. Not on her breasts; he can hear those heaving as she gasps for breath. Below, sounds like. His breath is also a little short, and he smells half-hard, though Matt doesn’t think he’s going to come again tonight. He hears him pull away, and him then whisper, “Oh, Matt, her clit’s so swollen. I think…” Sound of him pulling himself up, and then of Karen keening. “Better give her a bit more, Matty.”
Matt moves his head enough to press his tongue against her clitoral hood, laps back and forth the way he knows will drive her absolutely crazy, presses fingers from one hand against her mons to squeeze them in, and with the other slides a single finger into her. The rest of his hand presses against her, gives her something to push against, because she’s starting to push, and he can tell from the heat and how much she’s engorged that she’s close. There’s no sound coming from her now but her breathing.
“Oh, yes, good boy,” Foggy murmurs as he shifts down, presses kisses to Matt’s back, words and lips both sending shocks through him; his body feels like it’s about to snap, and he needs to come so badly it hurts. “Just like that, good boy, giving our girl the pleasure she deserves,” because he’s still working on both of them, giving them both words they need to hear, “let me take care of you.”
He feels Karen’s orgasm start around his finger, and spread out, down her shaking legs and up to she cries out high enough her voice cracks. Feeling her buck against him causes him to groan with pleasure and need both, and a moment later Foggy’s hand finds his dick and he’s coming as hard as her, every cell in his body lighting up with it.
Karen’s still gasping for breath when he comes down, but when Foggy helps Matt shift upward, she grabs his head and kisses him hard, and he kisses back, the emotions running through him making him feel even more wrecked than he does already, especially when Foggy presses behind him; Matt hears a whimper from him as he buries his face in his neck. Karen breaks away to kiss him too; Matt listens to it as he lets himself rest against the sheets and tries to get his bearings back.
By the time Foggy rolls Matt over to give him a kiss, all three of their heartbeats are starting to slow a little, and if Matt is still feeling a little dashed against the rocks, when Karen too wraps her arms around him, he also feels contained and safe. “Thank you,” he whispers when his and Foggy’s lips part.
“I think you’re the one we should both be thanking here,” chuckles Foggy, and kisses him again. “Am I right, Karen?”
“Yeah,” she agrees, pressing a kiss to his hair. “Absolutely.”
“Any time,” he tells them, and lets the rare contentment fill him.