Page 16 of Their Blushing Bride (Bridgewater Brides 2)

I stood behind Lily, supporting her with my arms and chest. My hands slipped around her waist and opened the top two hooks of her corset. Lily had barely uttered a coherent syllable, but her breathing hastened, and her nipples, when I finally got my fingers around them, were taut. I pinched them, and she moaned, throwing her head back against my shoulder.

"That’s our girl," I whispered into the delicate shell of her ear.

Glancing down, I could see Rye’s head buried between her thighs. Jesus. I brushed my cock against Lily’s ass. My cock was barely contained in my pants, and I ached to free myself and slide my cock between the cheeks of her ass, letting it rest there in the soft cocoon of her buttocks.

I dared not let myself even think about fucking her in the ass.

Too late. I couldn’t stop thinking of it. Spreading her wide and sliding my cock in, an inch at a time until I’d impaled her on my thick member. Sliding in and out of her tight virgin hole until I shot every drop of my cum into her.

Lily’s breathing came in ragged pants. Rye had his face deep into her pussy.

"Keane, you’ve got to taste this," he said, beaming up at me before going back for more.

"I’m planning to," I replied. Then I bent to her ear again. "Oh, sweet Lily, the things we have planned for you."

She bucked her cunny into Rye’s face, and he gripped her hips to hold her in place.

I could hardly stand it, and only my concern that Lily’s knees might buckle kept me from stripping off my clothes immediately. But Lily’s safety, her pleasure, her happiness, it all came first. Before me. Before Rye.

Hot lust coursed through me, and I ground my cock against her ass. I squeezed her breasts, opened the rest of the closures on her corset and tossed it aside. God in heaven, she was beautiful. Her head leaned back against my shoulder, my fingers fondling her breasts and Rye between her legs. It was the sort of thing I’d only dreamed of.

I took her mouth with mine, my fingers roving over her torso, reveling in the softness of her contrasted with the hot hard kiss we shared. She moaned into my mouth, and I felt her stiffen as a climax built within her.

Rye sucked loudly on her clit.

"Oh, ohhh," Lily cried out when our kiss ended.

"Shh, darlin’," I whispered. "Don’t fight it. Let it take you away. Let us pleasure you. Show you how it will be with us."

Her eyes were wild, and her swollen lips fell open in surprise. I grasped her around the waist. "I’ve got you, Lily. I’ve always got you."

Her legs quivered and then her entire body shook as her orgasm took her away. Her pleasure moans echoed around the room, and it was the most bewitching noise I’d ever heard.

LILY

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Overwhelmed. Consumed. Shattered.

All those things and more.

The climax far eclipsed anything I’d ever managed to accomplish on my own, including the night that had led to my dismissal as the Garners’ governess.

What would Mrs. Richard Garner think if she could see me now?

God in heaven, where had that thought come from? I pushed aside any thought of the Garners or my family or Butte. Not that my brain was currently able to hold more than one lucid thought. And even that one thought required an extraordinary amount of focus.

My knees had turned to jelly, but, supported by Keane and Rye, I’d remained upright during the shattering climax that racked me.

I blinked several times until Rye came into focus. His mouth was wet, and I blushed, knowing the cause of it. And then I felt an additional gush of my sexual juices trickle down my thigh. When I was near Rye and Keane, it seemed never to stop.

"That was fantastic, Lily darling," Rye said, pulling me from Keane’s grasp and pressing me to his chest. He placed tender kisses along my temples and whispered endearments as I came back to myself.

"Are you all right?" Keane asked. When I turned to look at him, I gasped. He’d stripped off his clothes. I had never seen a man in the altogether before. I knew it was rude to stare, but I couldn’t stop myself.

"Feast your eyes, Lily," he said, unashamed. "This is all for you." He held his arms wide, and I indulged myself by gazing upon each handsome inch of him. His long hair was a bit wild around his shoulders now, like a lion’s mane. If a lion was dark and intense and could grin in a devilish manner.

His shoulders were so broad, I could barely see beyond them. He flexed his biceps and gave me a wink. I laughed.

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