Was it Good for You Too?

by Naleighna Kai

  “This will serve my needs, thank you,” Amir responded stiffly as he moved over to the chaise lounge.

  Delvin closed his mind to everything but the moment. No thoughts of how Tailan might be nervous, no second guessing whether once they started, Amir would interrupt. No ideas of dialing back his passion. Delvin was focused on one thing only—her pleasure.

  He untied the knot in his robe and let it fall open. Tailan’s gaze tracked straight to his erection. Her barely noticeable shiver did not escape him. He opened her robe and gloried in her perfection. Her full breasts called to be kissed, her flat, smooth stomach begged for the touch of his tongue. Oh, and the neatly trimmed curls nestled between her luscious thighs made his mouth water.

  Delvin pushed the robe from her shoulders and kissed one of them. He collected her hands and placed them on his shoulders. She pushed his robe off, and he drew her closer. They were at last skin to skin. At first, he treated her body to the kind of welcomed touches that were all about reacquainting himself with her feel, her scent, her taste. She moaned as those touches became bolder and ignited a part of her that only Delvin could reach. He cherished the sounds of her pleasure, the softening of her body to receive him. The first kiss was light, exploratory, but the tremors that he felt whip through her body told him that toying with her any longer was not an option.

  Delvin fisted her hair and pulled her into a raw, thirsty kiss. Her hands were caressing his back, squeezing his shoulders. And with every moan he pulled out of her, the dam to his need crumbled. Then she committed the ultimate act of desire—her thighs willingly opened to his prodding shaft, and Delvin lost it!

  Tailan was pinned to the edge of the bed in a heartbeat. Delvin toppled her over and was quickly between her thighs with his mouth teasing her center. Her body convulsed and shivered; her breathing came in short pants as she cried. She had always liked to be stretched to the point of breaking. He kept her on the edge for long delicious minutes. The increase in her volume signaled she was toppling over. Delvin’s fingers joined the fray and sank deep inside her core and tripped her into oblivion.

  He didn’t wait for her to come down. Instead he took her legs and pulled them over his forearms. He threw her arms around his neck and sprang up from the floor.

  Tailan screamed, “Delvin!”

  She was wet; the feel of her need rivering down to his body was all the invitation he needed.

  He was so attuned to her that every nuance of her movements fueled his desire to please her even more. Delvin braced his thighs and surged hard, straight into her clenching muscles.

  “I’ve missed you!” he cried. “I’ve missed this.” He swallowed her gasp with his mouth, letting her taste her own tangy pleasure. He pounded quick drum beats that touched her womb. Her juicy muscles were locking down every time he slammed home. “You’re mine,” he whispered into her ear. “Don’t you ever forget it!”

  Delvin gave it all to her. He perched her against the wall and thrust into her as those screams of pleasure intensified. He had her legs propped on his shoulders, leaving her fully vulnerable to his pace, his passion, his purpose.

  Her cries only escalated until he felt those creamy walls tighten around him even more.

  “That’s right, baby,” he groaned. “Come for me.” He emphasized every thrust with, “Come. For. Me.”

  Her body followed his command with shattering results.

  “Oh, God!” she cried as her climax ripped her apart.

  The woman was nearly in tears. He moved the session back to the bed. Delvin had her on her back with her legs over his thighs as he treated her pearl to feather soft teases and kept right on stroking. Tailan tensed and panted, yet she never cried for him to stop. From Delvin’s vantage point, she looked as if she was beyond rational thought. And that was just the way he wanted her.

  He switched their positions and put her on top. This move forced Delvin to call upon all the control he could muster. Tailan went wild on top of him; she rode him like the hounds of hell were chasing her and he was her stallion to freedom.

  Tailan leaned over him and pressed her tongue into his mouth, holding onto him as though her connection to life depended on it. Dear God, she had to be as starved for this joining as he was. He surged his hips up into her rapid downward thrusts. Her grip around his shaft was taking him dangerously close to the edge. He could only pray Tailan crossed the finish line again before he did.

  “Right, there!” Tailan screamed. “Yes, right there. Just like that!”

  Combining their efforts was just what was needed to send Tailan into a screaming orgasm. She collapsed on top of him, weak as a newborn.

  Delvin peppered her damp face with soothing kisses as she idled down. He let her see the intent in his eyes, and she gave a faint smile.

  He eased from under Tailan and left the bed, then he brought her to the edge and pulled her on all fours. She was still gasping but never objected. Delvin positioned behind her and poised the head of his shaft at her core.

  Delvin’s hands tightened on her hips. “Scream for me again, baby.”

  He slammed home and drilled into her to sounds of her excited sighs, gasping pants, and blissful cries.

  * * *

  Two hours after they had begun, Tailan was nothing more than pretzeled exhaustion. Delvin was still basking in the afterglow of his orgasm, and she could feel the involuntary twitching of his limbs. Only then did she notice Amir. Only then did she remember what this night was about; take into account what else lay ahead. Her mind had shut down in the last hour and a half. She had been pure insatiable instinct, but now she had to face her husband, who rose quietly from the chaise. Delvin sat up in the bed as Amir opened and dropped his robe.

  Amir reached into the bed and plucked her out. “You might want to join us so you won’t miss anything,” he taunted Delvin, while selecting a few items from Tailan’s overnight bag.

  Carefully he carried her to the bath and cleansed her with slow pleasing strokes that caused her to rest her back against his chest and close her eyes. He massaged every inch of her. He even went so far as to wash her hair with an apricot fragrance she loved. While these pampering baths were the norm at home, this one was mostly an attempt to wash away any memory that Delvin had freshly implanted. She surrendered to her husband in the same way that she had when he had first come to her. Although her surrender back then had taken nearly a year, he was persistent, using every method at his disposal to heal her body and mind. He had hoped his loving care would touch her on a soul level. And it did, to some degree.

  He had introduced her to the arts of Tantric sex, Kama Sutra, and several types of Energetic Sex practices, all of which were designed to stimulate and heal, tease, and awaken. Over time, she had become multi-orgasmic and so responsive to her husband’s touch that he could elicit pleasure with just a look, a scent, a taste—simple, but powerful. Sometimes their lovemaking extended the course of hours, with only small rests in between—and that was for her sake. Amir was insatiable, and he had made her that way as well. She loved every single pleasurable minute of it.

  Amir had given her the kind of love that encouraged her to explore, to become. His ever-present and unwavering desire to keep them from falling into despair over what each had lost, slowly brought Tailan to the point that she could love again. And for that, she would be forever grateful and she would forever love him.

  When they returned to the master bedroom, Delvin had also freshly showered and had now taken up residence on the lounge.

  He eased deeper into the cushions as Amir said, “My love,” and pulled away Tailan’s towel. “The night is young. Now I will worship you as you truly deserve.”

  Amir’s mouth touched hers and made a slow, sensual decent down between her breasts, over her quivering belly. He held her to him as if his very life depended on it.

  “Oh. My. God,” was the last thing she remembered saying as Amir took her to nirvana.

  Chapter 28

  Eight hours later,
Tailan glanced over to the clock on the nightstand and then out the window. The master bedroom was quiet. Still. From the look of the sun creeping into the sky and the time on the clock, she’d only slept for about an hour.

  Lord, she ached everywhere. She turned her head again and noticed that she was alone. Calling on the last reserves of her strength, Tailan found the command button in her brain to instruct her depleted, exhausted, flimsy limbs to move.

  She hissed as she placed her feet to the floor and slipped on her robe. Carefully, very carefully, Tailan inched her way to the door and found Amir standing near the massive picture window, watching the night give way to the day.

  “Amir, what’s wrong?” she asked softly, moving to stand beside him.

  The look Amir tossed her way was almost deadly. “It is best I do not speak my mind right now.”

  “I’m a big girl,” she replied, edging over to the sofa. “I can handle it.”

  Amir turned, watched the way she moved, and grimaced. “Do not be too sure.”

  “And what’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, reclining into the cushions.

  Silence expanded between them for several minutes. Tailan almost fell off to sleep again she was so relaxed. Her eyes blinked opened as Amir said, “There is much I have to say. None of it is particularly pleasant.”

  “You asked for this,” she said through her teeth. “You wanted an open marriage.”

  “That is what I keep telling myself.”

  Amir stormed over to the bar and yanked out a bottle of vodka. He didn’t bother to pour himself a glass. Instead, he took a strong swig and slammed the bottle on the counter.

  Tailan flinched. She had never seen him so angry or take in any form of strong drink. Amir’s emotions were always controlled, calm, peaceful.

  “When you’re ready to talk, you know where to find me,” she said. “I’m not going to beg you.” She pulled herself from the sofa and started for the bedroom.

  He shot over from the bar, grabbed her wrist, and whipped her around to face him. Her robe fell open.

  “He damn near raped you,” he roared. “He … he … he tore into you like you were some … some whore. Like your body didn’t matter. Like you didn’t matter.”

  Tailan blinked and attempted to replay her lovemaking with Delvin in her mind. It was intense, vigorous—the lovemaking of two thirsty people who had finally found that tall glass of water and knew they only had so much time to drink. She had loved every single moment of it.

  She followed Amir’s stark inspection of her naked body, looking down to take in what he saw. There were passion marks peppered across her breasts. Her inner thighs were slightly discolored. Her hips had visible handprints from Delvin’s vice-like grip.

  She could see how, from Amir’s point of view, it may have been … rough, feral. But it was only a slight bit more intense than the way they had always made love.

  “He’s an animal,” he snarled, stepping away from her. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

  Tailan closed her eyes against the pain caused by those words and fastened her robe.

  “Just because his lovemaking style is different, doesn’t mean he’s barbaric.”

  “And you enjoyed it,” he spat, giving her a look of shock as he paced before her. “So all this time that I have been making love to you, adoring you, treasuring your body for the beautiful temple that it is, all along you just wanted to be fucked?” He tossed her an enraged glare. “What were you doing? Humoring me?”

  Tailan pulled in a deep breath. His ego was talking nonsense. He knew he was a great lover—just different. “Amir, you’re getting dangerously close to pissing me off.” She leaned her hip against the back of the sofa and added, “I won’t ever lie to you.” She waited for his eyes to meet hers. “Yes, I enjoyed it. It was raw and untamed and hedonistic, and I experienced a great deal of plea-sure.”

  He turned from her, but Tailan would not allow him to hide any more than he would allow her to. “But what you did to me was no less climatic or enjoyable or mind-blowing.” She bravely approached him. “Both of you made my body your temples of pleasure.”

  He looked at her and clasped her hand. “I was wrong about him. He actually put you first.”

  She knew that going in. Delvin always made sure she was pleased. But now her men had suffered a blow to their respective egos. How could she help them overcome that? Tailan should’ve never agreed to this. She had been greedy—the temptation too great to pass up. And now she would pay for it—emotionally and with every muscle in her body.

  “So what do we do now?” she asked in a voice just above a whisper.

  “I do not know, Tailan,” he said before leaving her side to reclaim his place at the window.

  Chapter 29

  Delvin was overwhelmed. After what he had witnessed Amir do to Tailan, he was beyond dazed. Never in his life had he seen such a feat. Delvin was by no means a lightweight in the bedroom arts—but damn! Amir had introduced him to a whole new level of sensual pleasure. And Delvin was—by his own bright idea—forced to take in every single minute of it.

  The final humiliation surfaced when Amir peered over his shoulder and saw Delvin’s stark interest. It must have been written all over his face, not to mention the king size erection tenting his robe. Amir smirked at him and said, “Was it good for you too?”

  Delvin couldn’t get the sultry images out of his head. Tailan’s cries of ecstasy, her delicate hands straining and fisting in Amir’s hair. Her body bowing up and collapsing over and over and over as Amir pleasured Tailan, loved Tailan, devoured Tailan again and again and again!

  A gentle touch on his shoulder pulled him viciously from his internal musings. He looked up. Tailan was standing beside him, holding a cup of coffee. He accepted it as she joined him on the stone bench facing Navy Pier across from the hotel.

  “What are you doing up this early?” Delvin asked before taking a sip. “Better yet, how can you even move a muscle after last night?”

  He glanced over to her and noticed she kept a stoic profile straight ahead but couldn’t conceal the blush that fanned her features. She didn’t rush to reply. They both sat in somber silence, each taking in the sunrise over the lake. Tailan reached out to touch him. He shrugged her hand off.

  “Talk to me.”

  Her voice was strained, hoarse. No doubt from the never-ending cries and screams of passion from last night and into this morning.

  “What is there to talk about?” he grumbled and sipped on his coffee. Several emotions warred within him that fit together like wrong puzzle pieces.

  “Six hours and twenty-three minutes,” he sighed, setting the coffee down next to him.

  “What?”

  “The man made love to you for six hours and twenty minutes. I thought I counted nine orgasms. And he never even penetrated you! Then I lost count of how many times he made you …” he said, casting her a sideways glance.

  Those few I gave you must have felt like an appetizer before his main course.

  The first time Delvin thought they were finished making love, Amir released a throaty chuckle as he said, “Oh, I am not nearly done. I normally allow her small breaks in between orgasms so that I do not overpower her. I will be sure to let you know when we are truly finished. Get comfortable, this is going to take a minute. Or two.”

  “Is it like that every time?” Delvin asked, his morbid curiosity taking over.

  His searching gaze bore into her, ready to detect a lie. “Sometimes it’s only five hours,” she squeaked.

  Delvin snatched up his coffee and took a big swallow. “Riiiight,” he taunted. “I guess his little East Indian ass showed me a thing or two.”

  Tailan moved closer to him and stroked his hand. He recognized the gesture. It was something she often did when he was agitated. The strategy was not doing the trick this time. He tried to pull away, but Tailan held firm. “Every man makes love differently,” she whispered. “He’s incorporated things from his culture.” W
hen Delvin frowned, she explained, “Tantric sex, the Kama Sutra, Energetic Sex practices, things like that. It’s more about connecting with your partner on a soul level, spiritual level, and physical too. I won’t lie to you any more than I would lie to him. I experienced pleasure with you both. No one was greater than the other.”

  Delvin focused on the teal waters of Lake Michigan for a moment, nodding as though he had just come to some understanding. “Now I see why you won’t leave him.”

  Tailan released his hand and stared at the water.

  He turned to her as she replied, “That’s where you’re wrong.” She rubbed her forehead, as though attempting to form her words carefully. “I won’t leave him because he loves me. I won’t leave him because we have a family—that’s intact. I don’t want to destroy that. It wouldn’t be fair to the children.”

  “What’s not fair is that I’ll never love any other woman but you,” he countered. “I’m still paying for my mistake. I’ll always pay for it. Losing you will haunt me to the grave.”

  Tailan placed her arm on his shoulder. Her touch, though gentle, hurt. He couldn’t look into her beautiful face and accept the harsh reality buried in her soft eyes. He lifted his cup to his lips and redirected, “I’ll have my lawyer contact you regarding visitation. And whenever Devi comes, Neena is always welcome to come. That won’t change.”

  Her body flinched beside his. Warily she removed her arm and said, “All right.”

  Delvin was not sure how much more of her attentiveness he could handle. Between fits of disbelief and shock, her presence had introduced another emotion into the mix.

  Embarrassment.

  Yes, he knew that had been the feeling that swamped him in those final minutes of watching Amir with Tailan. She was in the throes of a toe-curling climax when Amir turned those light brown eyes to him. The look the men shared was as humiliating to Delvin as it was provocative.

  Delvin had been aroused seeing another man pleasure his woman. He had gotten off on it. It mortified him and compelled him to rush from the bedroom and leave the suite.