Lady Adalyn (The Saga Of Wolfbridge Manor Book 1), Sahara Kelly [the best e book reader .TXT] 📗

Yes, I was nude before them, naked to their touches and their ministrations. It was - for lack of a better word - amazing, and I’ll admit it eased muscles that had become sore after my brief dally with the world of a stable hand.

I did not imagine life could hold such wonders, and marvelled at the sensations I experienced.

But it did not end there.

Evan brought dinner and Jeremy brought wine. They had both bathed and were in their nightrobes, so we had an informal meal in my chambers, toasting our toes by the fire and listening to the rain as it commenced thundering down on Wolfbridge.

The wine was delicious, although I am not overly fond of it as a rule. The meal - wonderful as always, Evan’s pride in his creations is well-merited. We did not need to adjourn since we were already comfortable as can be, so when Evan produced the brandy we were all ready for a small taste.

I confess to enjoying several small tastes. Enough so that I grew warm under the seductive gazes of my two companions. It seemed the most natural thing in the word for us all to make ourselves at ease on my bed, Evan stoking the fire and adding a log or two, and Jeremy blowing out all but a few candles.

And then…oh dear Diary.

I discovered paradise.

I barely realised the men had shed their nightrobes until my hands touched their flesh. They slipped my gown away and for the first time I felt the true meaning of erotic sensation. Two warm male bodies, firm and so very different in textures, lying at my side, their hands on me, their heat singeing my skin.

Their lips…no shyness or reserve…kissing me everywhere. Kissing my neck, my shoulders and dare I write this…suckling my breasts. Two heads next to each other, two mouths reducing me to a writhing mass of almost painful ecstasy.

There was not one place on my body that lacked attention - I discovered the backs of my knees are so very sensitive that a skilfully applied tongue can make me cry out with the pleasure of it.

I admit that I was intrigued by their bodies and managed my own fair share of such touches. Evan’s chest is almost bereft of hair - just soft whorls around his nipples and at the base of his stomach - whereas Jeremy has more evenly scattered hair, enough for me to tangle in my fingers as I traced the line down toward the base of his belly.

They both had fine strong male parts, emerging like pillars from their nests of curls.

How amazing a man is. How silky velvet the feel of his length and yet how firm the core it covers. They let me touch them without demur, shifting so that I could truly explore this new world of masculine delight. Evan spread his legs wide and lifted himself so that I might touch his sac, whispering how much he enjoyed it, urging me to be gentle but thorough.

Jeremy suggested I might drop a light kiss on the head of his arousal, where a little moisture was gathering. I was curious, eager to try anything that might pleasure these men as much as they were pleasuring me. So I did as he suggested, but took it a step further. After kissing him, I found my hand holding him most comfortably. So I moved it, a gentle stroke, and was happy to hear a groan of pleasure result from my actions.

Evan whispered to me, his body leaning against mine as I explored Jeremy. He told me to use my mouth - just that, no further instruction. However, I did not need any. It seemed so simple as I stared at Jeremy’s thick length. I simply opened my mouth and slid my lips down over him.

He cried out, a sound of joy that almost brought tears to my eyes. I did it again and again, discovering that I enjoyed tasting him in this unique way, and also hearing his groans of delight at my actions.

After a little while he pulled away, telling me it was too much pleasure for him to bear, at which point I turned to Evan, finding myself possessed with a desire to taste him as well.

He eagerly rose to his knees, offering himself to me as I sat beside Jeremy. It was a different position, but one that I much enjoyed, since I was able to touch his sac at the same time. His length trembled in my mouth as I did so…an indication that this was pleasurable for him, I hope.

Am I a terrible woman? I think not. Giving and receiving pleasure, whether it be a wonderful meal, a virtuoso violin performance or sensual satisfaction…how can that be wrong?

Learning about these things from two such loving teachers has opened my eyes and my mind to what is commonly known as the pleasures of the flesh. I wish I had known about them earlier, but perhaps it was right that I should experience no pleasure at all up until now.

It makes these moments all the sweeter.

And sweet it was, dear Diary.

After I had tasted both of them and - I might also suspect - increased their arousals, they withdrew and informed me that now it was my turn.

I could not believe what Jeremy did…in fact I’m sure I shrieked when he slithered down my body and put his head…there.

What he did with when he got there - well I am at a loss for words. I was aroused, teased, pleasured and driven to the breaking point, all while Evan kissed my mouth, his tongue as busy there as Jeremy’s was elsewhere.

Fingers dug into my buttocks, adding a fillip of tension to my state, and Evan’s thumbs flicked my nipples in an almost-cruel manner, yet each time, each momentary dart of sweet agony heightened my excitement.

The hands, the tongues, the cries and moans…as you can probably imagine, I was soon brought to the edge once