That was when I realized, having only had sex with one man—a fucking monster, at that—she’d probably never had an orgasm before.
Not that my ego needed much more of a boost, but… Yeah. I would be taking this accomplishment with me to the grave.
As she settled, her breath racing in and out of her lungs, I moved over her. I didn’t stop until my mouth was centimeters from hers.
“Kiss me, darlin’,” I whispered. “See how fuckin’ good you taste.”
Her eyes widened momentarily, but then she was kissing me, a soft moan vibrating against my mouth. I pulled back, looked at Rhys, then reached for him. Crushing my mouth to his, I was more forceful with him, allowing some of the tension to escape with the rough thrust of my tongue. As worked up as I was, I was not going to do anything more than this. Although I wanted to make love to Amy, that wasn’t going to happen. Not this time.
However, that didn’t mean we couldn’t make her come again.
Letting Rhys go, I fell back onto the bed, pressing up against Amy’s side as I stared down at her face.
“You ready for more?”
Her eyes opened and she gave me a beautiful, radiant smile that stole my breath. Then she nodded.
I trailed my hands over her bare stomach, but I didn’t move where she wanted me to. Instead, I reached for Rhys’s hand, then guided it down between her legs. Rhys didn’t need any more guidance, though.
We both watched her as Rhys teased her with his fingers, stroking her clit for long minutes before he pushed one digit inside her.
“Oh, God…” She groaned long and loud, her back bowing off the bed.
“So tight,” Rhys muttered, his attention between her thighs. “So wet.”
“You like that?” I asked Amy. “Like feelin’ him inside you?”
She moaned, her body undulating as Rhys fingered her.
“Come for us, Amy.” I lowered my mouth to her breast while he worked her into another frenzy, driving her close to the brink again.
Unable to help myself, I watched the way his finger disappeared, then returned, slick with her juices. It was so fucking hot to watch, listening to her gasps of pleasure. I wanted this to go on forever.
“More,” Amy whispered. “I need more.”
Rhys inserted two fingers and increased his pace.
I felt my body humming, my cock so fucking hard I could’ve drilled holes in concrete. But this wasn’t about me. It was about making Amy feel good, showing her how it was supposed to be, how a man was supposed to pleasure a woman.
Rhys’s hand moved faster, his fingers driving into her.
“Come for me, Amy,” he whispered. “Let me feel you come.”
I watched her face, saw the exact moment she let her orgasm take her.
“Perfect,” I whispered, sliding my finger over her cheek as I repeated what I'd told her earlier, with one slight deviation. “For us.”
Half an hour later, after drawing Amy a bath and helping her into the tub, I found Rhys standing in the kitchen, looking out over the back pasture.
He hadn’t bothered to put on a shirt, his back muscles tense as he stood motionless. Walking up to him, I pressed my bare chest to his back, then slid my arms around him. I'd never imagined myself doing this. Holding a man in my house. Certainly not Rhys Trevino.
I pressed my lips to his shoulder. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” He turned his head so that I could reach his mouth. I kissed him once, twice. “She in the bath?”
“Yep. And she has informed me that she wants food when she gets out.” I chuckled.
Rhys turned in my arms, his voice low as he spoke. “Did you see her back?”
