Page 99 of Rescued By Four Alphas
"Hold the counter," I command.
She grips the marble edge, and I bend her forward until her perfect ass points up at me. The shirt rides up her back, revealing the curve of her spine. I run my hand along it, savoring the softness of her skin.
"God, I've missed touching you," I murmur as I drop to my knees behind her.
My fingers trace the backs of her thighs, and she shivers. When I reach the junction between her legs, heat radiates from her core. I slide one finger through her folds, and I groan at how wet she already is.
"You're soaked," I whisper in awe.
"I told you I'm ready," Dahlia pants, pushing back against my hand.
I stand and reach around her to grab the hem of her shirt. "Put this in your mouth," I tell her as I lift it up. "Hold it there and watch yourself in the mirror."
Her eyes lock with mine in the reflection as she takes the fabric between her teeth. The sight of her, bent over, ass exposed, shirt in her mouth, nearly ends me before we begin.
"Look at yourself," I demand, sliding one finger inside her. "I want you to see what I see when I fuck you."
She moans into the shirt as a second finger joins the first. Her walls clench around me, hot and tight as I curl my thumb to touch her clit.
"Three months of waiting," I say as I pump my fingers in and out. "Three months of wanting you. Three months of holding back."
"Please, faster, Axl." Her hips buck against my hand. I pick up the pace, and I finger-fuck her toward the edge.
"You have no idea how much we love you," I tell her. "How much we want you. How fucking beautiful you are, even more now than before."
Dahlia's eyes squeeze shut as her body tenses. I slap her ass with my free hand.
"Keep your eyes open, baby," I command. "I want you to watch yourself come."
Her eyes snap back to the mirror just as her orgasm hits. Her body convulses around my fingers, her moans muffled by the shirt in her mouth. Her face transforms with pleasure, until her cheeks are flushed red.
"Dahlia?" Leo's voice comes from the doorway. "I'm coming in… are you okay?"
The door opens, and I turn to find him frozen in place, his eyes dark with lust as he takes in the scene before him. His tongue darts out to wet his lips.
"Looks like I arrived at the perfect moment," he says.
I slide my fingers out of Dahlia, and she whimpers at the loss. "Our wife thinks we don't want her anymore," I tell Leo. "Can you believe that?"
Leo steps into the bathroom and closes the door behind him. "She thinks we don’t want her? That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."
Dahlia lets the shirt fall from her mouth. "Then prove it," she challenges, her chest heaving with each breath.
Leo crosses to her in three quick strides. He cups her face in his hands and kisses her deeply. When he pulls back, his eyes burn with intensity.
"Get on your knees, dear wife," he says.
Dahlia sinks between us, her eyes bright with excitement. Leo unbuckles his belt and pushes his pants down just enough to free his cock. It springs out, already hard and ready.
"Show me how much you missed this," he says as Dahlia takes him in her hand.
She leans forward and wraps her lips around the head of his cock. Leo's head falls back with a groan as she takes him deeper.
I position myself behind her again, pulling my boxer shorts down and off. The sight of her on her knees, ass in the air as she sucks off Leo, pushes me to the edge of my control.
"Please," she begs, looking back at me over her shoulder. "I need you inside me."
I line myself up with her entrance and push in until I'm buried inside her. The sensation almost blinds me. It's hot, tight, and perfect.
