Fiona simply smiled and gently pulled her hand away.
"Of course," she said softly, her voice calm, but her heart thudding in her chest.
Riley nodded, understanding. He didn't press her. Instead, he turned his gaze to the two women who had already become intimately familiar with his touch—Clara and Thea.
They were radiant, already flushed with anticipation, their eyes filled with affection and hunger. Fiona's hesitation was only natural. Everything about this was still new to her.
Watching first, Riley thought, might help ease her fears.
He stepped toward Clara, who welcomed him with open arms and a knowing smile. Their lips met in a kiss that spoke volumes—tender, passionate, familiar.
It wasn't long before Clara was bent over, gasping as Riley filled her from behind. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room, matched only by Clara's breathless moans and cries of pleasure.
"Ahhh—Riley!" she cried, her fingers digging into the sheets. "Don't stop!"
