Alex moved to her calves. When had they gotten so stiff? His expert touch was so professional. Of course he did say his sisters had taught him everything he knew. She’d have to thank them.
Shit. What was she thinking? She’d never be able to face them. She was sleeping with their brother … and another man for heaven’s sake.
She had to concentrate to talk over the wild assault on her body. Between the hands climbing expertly up her legs, working out every knot she’d ever accrued, and the fingers resuming their delicate dance around her nipples, she was tongue-tied.
“No. You can’t comprehend what I was taught as a child.” She took a deep breath, only causing her chest to heave into Ryan’s palm. “If women aren’t meant to enjoy sex or even participate in it except for the express purpose of procreation, what do you think the church preaches about … that?”
Alex chuckled. “That? You mean me burying my cock in that sweet ass of yours?” He reached her thigh simultaneous with his explicit words, both hands wrapping around her, rubbing up and down the length of muscles, precariously close to her sex.
“Yes … that. Do you have to be so crass about—” She gasped when his fingers brushed against her entrance.
He’d obviously told Ryan precisely when he was going to do it, too, because both nipples got pinched in unison with Alex’s intimate contact.
“What was that, cariña? Did you say something?”
The evidence of Ryan’s arousal was pressing against her back, growing with her own anticipation. His hands molded and squeezed her breasts simultaneously now, applying more pressure than before. Pressure she welcomed, needed.
A fire burned in her stomach, an ache she’d never even known existed until tonight. Sure, she’d masturbated alone occasionally in the past. Dr. Mathius had encouraged her to in order to get more acquainted with her body. See herself as a sexual being. But, it had been so clinical. Never had she felt this quickening, this need for release.
When Alex switched thighs, she couldn’t stand it another minute. She reached for him with her hands to still his own, leaned forward and grasped his fingers with her palms, her breath heavy, her head tipped down, a veil of her hair surrounding her face so all she saw was the rippling of the water. All she heard was the pop popping of the tiny bubbles inside her little cocoon.
Gently, Ryan released her breasts and ran his palms down her arms until his fingers tangled with hers. He tugged them away from Alex and tucked her arms under his own, trapping her against him. “Let us bring you pleasure, Lin. Get used to it. We’re going to do it so often you’ll be exhausted.”
Her mind raced at the implication. Let them? Let them? She shouldn’t. It was wrong. Sure, she’d just had sex with them under a tree, although apparently not “good” enough to count, but it was deeply ingrained in her to say “no” to this sort of pleasure.
Her reflex was to automatically pull away.
“We can smell your arousal. Your need for release.” Alex resumed the pressure, this time on both thighs at once, his fingers so close to her center she moaned.
“We know you want this, hon. Your body is rigid with need. So, if it makes it any easier, I’ll take the choice out of your hands, literally… That way you can sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.” To emphasize his words he squeezed her arms tighter against his body, resumed weighing her breasts in his palms, and brushed his thumbs over both distended nipples.
His hands were firm and kept her from bucking when Alex pressed her thighs apart and abruptly pushed both thumbs inside her.
Now, she was truly going to hyperventilate. “Oh … oh…” She pulled in vain to lean forward, stop the madness. But oh man it felt so good. So right. She wanted to let this man do whatever he desired. That’s what she really wanted. Bless Ryan for understanding her need to have the decision made for her.
Alex’s fingers came together from each hand to circle her clit, creating an infuriating need for him to rub harder. His thumbs pressed in and out of her, going deeper with each pass.
She couldn’t stop from lifting her torso up to meet him.
“God, that’s hot, mi alma. So sexy.”
She was so close … so, so close. Four hands driving her crazy.
“What do you want, hon?” Ryan’s voice penetrated her senses over the sloshing of the water and the ringing in her ears.
“Please…”
She leaned her head back against Ryan once again, desperation forcing her to beg. “Please, make me come. I… I need you so bad.”
“All you had to do was ask.”