Page 91 of Bliss: Part 1
Rhys was already moving into position.
She looked up at him, a tired but eager smile on her lips. “Rhys?”
“Yeah, Lissy?”
“I can’t wait to have you in me.”
He chuckled and leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Good.”
He rolled his condom on, slowly, while watching her eyes. Then he pushed her hair to the side and lowered his mouth to her ear.
“I’m not gonna be gentle,” he said, his voice not really a whisper. “Not after watching them fuck you like that.”
Bliss visibly shivered.
“She’s ready,” I said from next to her, still caressing her thigh. “She can take it.”
Rhys settled in in front of her, positioned his cock, and slid in with one hard thrust. Bliss gasped, her whole body jolting forward, but her hands gripped his arms and she pushed her hips right back against him.
Needy little thing.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re a fucking dream like this.”
He grabbed her hips, pulling her back as he drove into her again. “So fucking wet. Can’t believe you’re still this tight.”
Dash was still behind her, still holding her with his hands cupping her tits, and his lips trailing kissing along her neck and shoulders.
“You take us so well, sweetheart,” I said, praising her. “Like you were made for this.”
She couldn’t even speak anymore, her voice broken up by breathy moans.
When Rhys came, he didn’t say a word. He just grabbed her hips harder, buried himself to the hilt, and let out a low groan as his hips shuddered and stilled.
It took him a moment to calm down, but once he did, he pressed one more kiss to her lips before getting up.
Lastly, it was Dash’s turn.
He stood and Rhys took his spot behind Bliss. Dash was already hard, and Bliss looked up at him with glassy eyes, smiling through the haze.
“Still want more?” he asked.
She nodded.
We knew he would take it slow. He loved her differently. Not less than we did, just…differently. He’d be more careful with her, gentler, but he’d still make her feel good. It was a good thing he came last. He’d calm her down. Make her relax. And make her remember that we were all different, yet all had the same intentions.
Twenty-Eight
Bliss
I was sore.
My whole body was.
My thighs, my lower back, even my shoulders. Everything felt used, but not in a bad way. My body had been pushed past some threshold and now I was just lying in the aftermath. Still, it all felt good.
I’d had sex for the first time. With all four of them. And nothing could’ve prepared me for how much I would actually enjoy it. It had changed me physically and emotionally. It was a lot. Intense, messy. But I felt perfect. Really perfect. They didn’t just treat it like sex. They made it feel like something that mattered.
They were gentle in the right moments, rough when they knew I could take it, and they kept checking in even when I didn’t say much. I felt wanted.
