She tensed and clenched her cheeks. Is he crazy? Relax? Fat chance.
He slid his hand over her rectum and farther, stroking through her folds and flicking her clit enough that she almost forgot his goal until he eased his middle finger back to her tight hole and tapped the entrance.
She stiffened. “Tarin…”
“I’ll be gentle, love. Slow and easy.”
She wondered where he got this new confidence? He’d been so nervous about having sex, but now that they’d done it, he was a little more assertive. Or maybe he simply knew this was important and didn’t want to risk hurting her later. He definitely didn’t want to injure her.
He tapped her tight hole several times, rimming it and teasing her entrance with the tip of his finger. “Let me in, love. Don’t clench.”
She tried to follow his directions. Lord knew she tried, but it was a huge ask. She had no idea what to expect or how this was going to feel.
“That’s it,” he soothed. “Easy…” He gently pushed through the tight ring of muscles with one finger, making her whimper.
“You’re okay,” he murmured, kissing her neck and behind her ear. “It’s just one finger.” He slid it deeper and then slowly back out and in again. “There you go. See?”
She relaxed slightly once she was over the initial shock. It didn’t hurt. In fact, she reluctantly admitted to herself it felt kind of good. Interesting at the very least. Different. New.
Tarin splayed his other hand flat on her back, holding her against his growing erection as he teased her tight hole, his finger moving faster now. “Can I add another finger, love?” he murmured into her ear.
She nodded. This entire thing was rather mortifying, but they weren’t wrong. She was breathing heavier as she got used to his touch. It felt good. Intimate in a way that was a new addition to their dynamic.
“It’s gonna stretch, love. Breathe through it.”
She didn’t follow that order. Instead, she held her breath while he added a second finger.
She shouldn’t have been surprised when another pair of hands landed on her thighs. Naturally, Kester couldn’t stand watching without participating. He gripped one of her thighs with his fingers and slid his other hand between her legs to find her pussy.
Before she could wrap her head around it, he thrust two fingers into her.
She cried out. Her legs stopped working.
Kester had her though. Between his hand on her thigh and Tarin’s on her back, they weren’t going to let her fall.
Her vision swam as two fingers penetrated both her holes. She was going to come any second, and then Kester tapped her clit, and that was it. She jerked in their grasp, so much sensation consuming her that she started crying. Emotions flooded her. The tears were from intense pleasure and so much of it in one day that she was nothing but a pile of limp, emotional, blissed-out goo.
Lips were kissing her everywhere as the fingers disappeared. Soap was added until she was thoroughly clean and so were they. All the while, they held her up and kissed her constantly, lips trailing along her shoulders, back, arms, neck, even her fingers.
When they were done, they shut off the water, dried her gently, and carried her to bed.
She sighed into the covers as they each took a side and snuggled up next to her. “Sleep, honey. We’ve got you.”