Chapter 96. Two Of My Future Wife Are Supportive Towards Each Other**

Chapter 96: 96. Two Of My Future Wife Are Supportive Towards Each Other**

Laura leaned closer. I could feel her breath on my skin—warm, unsteady, and the faintest tremble in her exhale.

I could hear her heart racing. I closed my eyes.

"Okay," Alicia whispered, her voice low and intimate, like a secret shared between friends. "Now, here’s the first lesson."

"Don’t rush... and I know you want to; I know you’re nervous, but don’t rush."

"Start at the base. Use your hands first."

"Wrap them around him—firm but gentle, like you’re holding something precious... hahaha~! Because you are."

Laura’s hands moved slowly to make sure she could make it full. She wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock, and I felt her whole body go rigid—then soften, just a little.

She squeezed gently, and I let out a long, slow breath.

"That’s it," Alicia said, her fingers still in my hair. "Now, use your thumb."

"Just the thumb... Move it in small circles around the head—right there, where it’s most sensitive... Gently now."

"Like you’re trying to wake it up."

Laura’s thumb found the spot. I felt her touch—soft, careful, almost reverent—and a low moan escaped my lips before I could stop it.

"Nnnhh—"

"There it is," Alicia whispered. "You see? He’s listening to you... He can feel you."

Laura’s eyes were wide, fixed on what she was doing, and I could see the confusion and wonder playing across her face. She looked up at me, and her voice was barely a whisper.

"Is this... is this okay?"

"It’s perfect," I said, and I meant it.

"Okay," Alicia continued, her voice a low murmur. "Now, lean down."

"Just—just let your lips touch the tip, but don’t do anything yet."

"Just feel it. Feel how warm it is, how it pulses..."

"It’s alive, Laura. It’s alive because you’re touching it."

Laura leaned down. Her lips touched the tip of my cock... just the tip, well... barely, and I felt a jolt go through my entire body, like a live wire had been pressed against my skin.

My hips twitched involuntarily, and Laura pulled back with a little gasp.

"I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—"

"You didn’t do anything wrong," I said, my voice rough. "You’re doing great."

"She’s doing amazing," Alicia corrected, and I could hear the pride in her voice. "Now, Laura."

"Take him in... Slowly now."

"Let him slide past your lips, past your teeth; make sure that you don’t bite, okay? You’re not a wolf—just let him slide."

"Your mouth is warm, and he’s going to feel that warmth, and it’s going to feel like the best thing in the world."

Laura took a breath... a real, deep breath, and then she leaned down again.

This time, she didn’t hesitate. Her lips closed around me, and I felt her mouth... soft, warm, and wet take me in.

It wasn’t perfect.

It was clumsy and hesitant, and she didn’t know how to use her tongue or how to control the depth, but it was honest.

It was real. And it was Laura, trying, and trying for me, and that meant more than perfection ever could.

I don’t know how many times I train Laura to do a blowjob, but she’s not good at it. Maybe now Alicia might make it work even though last night Laura was hesitant about doing it other than licking and only sucking my balls plus the tip.

"Mmmph—" Laura made a small sound against me, a muffled little hum of effort.

"That’s it," Alicia whispered, and I could feel her fingers tighten in my hair. "You’re doing it, Laura!"

"You’re doing it! Keep going!"

"Just—just slide back and forth."

"Do it slow... and easy, yeah...? Let him feel your lips."

Laura’s mouth moved on me... it felt slow, awkward, and even unpracticed, and I felt my whole body start to coil, to tighten, and to build.

I was already close to Alicia, but this—this was different.

This was Laura’s mouth, her lips, and her effort, and it was building something else entirely.

"Oh... oh God..." I groaned, my hips lifting off the ground.

"Stay down," Alicia commanded gently, pressing my head back into her lap. "Stay with me."

"Laura, you’re doing so good."

’Now—" She paused, and I felt her fingers shift in my hair. "—Now I want you to use your tongue."

"Just a little... Press it against the head—right there, where the skin is the softest, and just... swirl."

"Like you’re drawing a circle... and of course... do it slow... and gentle."

Laura’s tongue found the spot. I felt it... wet, warm, and electric, and my back arched off the ground, my fingers clawing at Alicia’s thighs.

"ALICIA—Nnnhh—"

"I know, I know," Alicia murmured, her voice low and soothing. "I’ve got you... You’re safe now, yeah?"

"She’s got you... Laura, you’re doing so well."

"Just keep going... Don’t stop."

And Laura didn’t stop. She didn’t know what she was doing, really... she was still clumsy, still uncertain, still unsure of herself, but she kept going.

She leaned down and took me in again, and this time she was a little deeper, a little more confident, and her tongue moved in small, tentative circles that sent waves of pleasure through my body like lightning through water.

"Mmmph... mmph..." Laura’s sounds were soft and muffled against me, but I could hear the determination in them.

She was trying. She was giving me everything she had, and it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever felt.

"There’s your girl, Roland..." Alicia whispered, and I felt her lips press against my temple.

She looked over at Laura, and the expression on her face... the pure, unadulterated pride made my heart ache. "You’re doing so well, Laura!"

"You’re doing so well, my bestie~!"

Laura pulled back, her lips glistening, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright with tears, and she was trying not to cry.

"Is it... is it good?" she whispered.

"It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt," I said, and I was shaking.

I was actually shaking. "Laura... You’re... you’re incredible."

Laura let out a sob... a small, choked-off sound, and buried her face against my chest.

"I’m so nervous," she whispered. "I’m so nervous, and I don’t know what I’m doing, and I’m sorry, and I—"

"Stop," I said, and my voice was steady, and I pulled her closer, and I kissed the top of her head. "Don’t say that... You don’t have to be perfect."

"You don’t have to know what you’re doing... You just have to be you. And you are."

"And that is enough... That is more than enough."

Laura sobbed quietly against my chest, and I held her, and Alicia’s fingers continued to comb through my hair, and for a long, long moment, the only sound was the quiet breathing of three people who were learning something beautiful.

Then Laura pulled back, wiped her eyes, and looked at me... I mean it by really looking at me and saying, "Again."

"Again?"

"Again! I want to get better! I want to be good for you! I want to be a good wife for this!"

Alicia’s grin was almost blinding. "That’s your wife right there, Roland."

"Yeah... do it then!" I encourage her as well.

And Laura leaned down, and this time she didn’t hesitate. She took me in, and she worked immediately with her mouth, her tongue, her hands.

The sounds I made were raw and real and unashamed, and I didn’t care who heard.

I didn’t care about anything in the world except the warmth of Laura’s mouth, the strength of Alicia’s hands, and the knowledge that I was loved with loved—truly, deeply, and completely loved by two extraordinary women.

"Nnnhhh—" Laura’s voice was muffled, but I could hear her breathing; it was fast, shallow, and focused.

She was concentrating so hard, and the effort made her lips tighter around me, and it felt like—

"Laura—" I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily. " Laura, I’m—"

"Don’t stop," she said, and she was looking up at me with those wide, tear-streaked eyes, and she said it with the authority of a knight—of a warrior—and I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.

"I’m—"

"I know." She looked at me, and she smiled—a real, genuine smile, the kind that reached her eyes and stayed there. "I know you are... And that’s okay... I’m right here!"

And she kept going. She kept going until I came again... harder, longer, and deeper than before, and I came with a sound that was half-scream, half-sob, with my whole body convulsing, my fingers gripping Alicia’s thighs so hard I probably left bruises.

I felt the warm, thick rush of my release filling Laura’s mouth, and she didn’t pull away—she stayed, she held me, she accepted all of it, and then she pulled back and kissed me gently, tasting me, and I swear I saw tears in her eyes.

"I got you," she whispered. "I’ve got you."