When I lift my head, her eyes are half-closed, lips swollen and parted.
“Your turn,” she manages, voice wrecked.
I move up the bed and position myself between her legs. When I push inside, we both groan—she’s impossibly tight and scorching hot, her body still fluttering from her climax.
Her head falls back against Evan’s shoulder as I start to move. Long, deep strokes that make her breath hitch.
She’s close again already. I can tell by how she’s tightening around me, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Come for me,” I command, my thumb finding her clit.
She does. Her whole body goes rigid, then shakes, a long keening sound tearing from her throat. The feeling of her clamping down on me triggers my own release.
I bury myself deep and let go, groaning her name.
For a moment, none of us moves. Just breathing. Tangled together.
Tania’s the first to shift. She reaches for Callum. “Now it’s your turn to make me come.”
He grins. “Greedy.”
“Always.”
I pull out carefully and move aside. Callum takes my place, sliding into her without hesitation.
She gasps—still sensitive from two orgasms—but her hips rise to meet his first thrust.
Evan moves beside her, taking her hand and threading their fingers together. The ring presses between their palms.
Callum sets a punishing pace—fast and hard, exactly what she needs right now. “Fuck, Red. You feel incredible. So goddamn wet and tight around my cock.”
She’s making these high, desperate sounds that drive him wild, while Evan kisses her, swallowing those needy whimpers.
Callum’s grip tightens on her hips. “You gonna come on my dick, baby? Let me feel that sweet pussy squeeze me?”
She breaks the kiss with Evan, panting. “Yes!”
“Do it,” he growls. “Come all over me.”
Her third orgasm hits, and she cries out. Callum follows seconds later, burying himself to the hilt with a harsh groan.
When he pulls out, Tania collapses onto Evan’s chest, trembling.
Evan wraps his arms around her, holding her while the aftershocks roll through her. “You okay, Wifey?”
“More than okay,” she breathes.
He smiles and kisses her forehead. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”
She looks up at him with heavy-lidded eyes.
Evan eases her onto her back, settling between her thighs. But instead of entering her immediately, he takes his time. Kissing down her neck. Her collarbone. The valley between her breasts.
“Evan...” She’s still sensitive, still trembling.
“Shh.” His mouth closes around one nipple, sucking gently. “Let me make you feel good.”
His hand slides down her stomach, between her legs. His fingers part her folds, gathering the slickness there.
“So wet,” he murmurs against her skin. “So perfect.”
