“Liar.” He whacked a playful slap across her ass and slowed his pace.
The increased friction lit her pu**y aflame again almost immediately. She sucked in a huge breath and clawed the arm of the sofa. Nothing had prepared her for this kind of thrill.
“Move with me,” Tyler demanded.
Del rocked back into him as he established a rhythm, deep, steady, and overwhelming. And he held a possessive arm around her as he crashed into her again and again, the flat of his palm sliding over her mound as the pressure rose. The need swelled. Then the explosion became inevitable.
With a scream, she careened over the edge a third time. The orgasm was low and long and deep. Pulsing, throbbing, taking all her energy and will.
Afterward, exhaustion swamped her. Her body went limp. Her eyes almost refused to open . . . but Tyler still kept slowly thrusting his way into her.
“Fuck, that’s amazing, Del,” Tyler praised.
“It is, babe. It really has been too long for you.” A line worried itself between Eric’s brows as he frowned.
Was he concerned that she’d been so deprived or that she melted in another man’s arms?
A moment later, it didn’t matter as Tyler hit a spot so deep inside her that it sent her racing headlong for climax again. Her tissues swelled. Each thrust burned low, sensations gathering so deep, all so new. Her entire body tensed, thighs trembling as she hung between insanity and thrill.
Tyler groaned long and loud. “Jesus. I’m pressing against her cervix. I feel her against the head of my dick. So damn snug. She’s killing me.”
Del cried out at the cacophony of sensations hurtling her deeper into pleasure.
He eased back immediately. “Am I hurting you?”
“No!” she panted. “Don’t stop.”
She didn’t even take a breath before he shoved his c**k into her so hard, he knocked the sofa a few inches across the hardwood floor—and her senses all to hell. She took a soaring cliff dive off the edge and flew into a consuming, throbbing bliss. Her shout of satisfaction roared in her ears as her swollen walls pressed down on Tyler relentlessly. Surely, he’d follow her into orgasm.
He didn’t.
Del realized that a few shocked seconds later when he started pumping hard and steady into her again. The room spun. Her vision swam. And still, Tyler continued f**king her.
Eric grabbed her arm. “Del . . . oh my God.”
“You okay?” Tyler demanded.
Better than okay. Del nodded, happy and sated.
“A nod doesn’t do it. Talk to me.”
His voice kept getting deeper and deeper. That shouldn’t turn her on. She should be incapable of being aroused at this point.
As he surged into her again, he brushed every stimulated inch of flesh all the way up her pu**y. Del knew for certain that she was still fully capable of being aroused.
“Tyler!” she tensed.
“Yeah, angel.” She heard the strain in his voice. “Tell me you can take more.”
The idea was crazy, beyond insane . . . “I can.”
“Good. I want to see you come again. Your skin flushes, your body shudders. It’s so f**king hot.”
“Dude, I don’t think so . . .” Eric looked skeptical—and perplexed.
She’d have to say something to explain her shamelessness—no idea what—but that was later. Right now, Tyler strummed his fingers over the bundle of nerves between her legs and drove her up, up, up as he pressed his c**k deep once more, making her nerve endings beg.
“She can,” Tyler assured. “She’s clamping down on me. Her clit is hard. I can get another orgasm out of her.”