Then he shoved his way back in, and she gasped. And nearly came undone.
“Babe?” Eric called.
She turned to look at her husband again, his brown eyes desperate as he grabbed her hand, brushed his palm across her cheek. Del closed her eyes and sank into the sensation of feeling utterly adored by them both for a perfect moment.
“She’s ready now.” Tyler circled his arm around her waist and pressed kisses across her shoulder.
Eric nodded. “Give it to her.”
“Remember, talk to me, angel. I can’t see you, so I need to hear you.”
“O-okay,” she managed to get out. What she really wanted to do was scream at him to hurry up and f**k her.
“How do you feel now, Del? What do you want?” Tyler smoothed a hand across her ass.
“Please.” Her voice trembled. “I need . . .”
God, did she. Having Tyler at her back, deep inside her, as he exercised his iron control blistered her with something so beyond desire, she had no name for it. She only knew if he didn’t take away this fiery ache that gaped inside her soon, she’d implode.
“What, angel?” He wrapped his arm around her and fitted his fingers over her clit, swirling slow circles around the screaming little bud. “You need to come?”
It sounded selfish to admit, and guilt slid through her for demanding more of Tyler. But the ache assailed her, pressing down until she could no longer hold it in.
“Yes.” She couldn’t catch her breath. “Yes!”
“Del?” Eric asked, frowning. “Again?”
Explaining herself wasn’t at the top of her agenda now, especially when Tyler took her confession as a sign to get busy and began shuttling in and out of her in a measured, maddening pace.
She climbed toward the pinnacle, sobbing. Every one of Tyler’s strokes generated friction that robbed her of words and coherent thought. His rough fingers twirled over the sensitive bud of her clit, driving her even higher.
“Let me have it, Del,” he demanded gruffly. “Come for me, angel.”
Pleasure spiraled, centering deep in her womb, before it sucked her deep. Blood roared in her head until she could only hear her beating heart. Then Tyler’s relentless thrusts pushed her over the edge, breaking her open, and hurtling her into a thick pool of pleasure.
“Yes!”
He moaned. “Damn, you feel good on me. That’s it. Yeah . . .”
“Fuck.” Eric jammed his mouth over hers. “You look hot, Del. Whatever he’s doing is working for you because you’ve never gotten off like that.”
Del whimpered. “It’s been so long . . .”
Any moment now, Tyler would pump into her hard, fast, coming in a shout and a rush. She wasn’t ready to let him go yet, but she’d already been too selfish. This night was about Eric’s wants.
“That was so f**king pretty, Del,” Tyler breathed into her ear. “Do it again for me.”
Come? If he’d asked her an hour ago, she would have sworn it wasn’t possible. But with the thick slide of his c**k inside her and every one of her senses attuned to him, he was making her a believer.
Eric cradled her br**sts in his hands again, thumbing her swollen ni**les and sending a jolt straight to her pu**y. “Good luck, man. Two is really her limit.”
Tyler just grunted. “Fuck that. Faster or slower, Del?”
Normally, she laid back and waited for Eric to finish. But Tyler wasn’t going to take that. He was going to make her participate in her own undoing. And she loved the idea.
How would Eric feel about it?
“Faster,” she gasped. Tyler would want it that way. It would send him racing to climax.