The Dowager Countess (The Saga of Wolfbridge Manor Book 2), Sahara Kelly [best thriller novels to read txt] 📗

of last night, and in truth had I a friend that close to me, even then I would hesitate to enlighten her with the details.

So this is an entry for my eyes alone; perhaps in some distant future I might wish to recall the events in all their magnificence, although how I could ever forget them is beyond my comprehension at the moment.

I awoke so early that the sky was still dark, but I sensed that dawn was not far away.

I was alone.

The pillows and linens bore mute testimony to my night of surprises; should I call it wicked? Many would say yes, and yet others would sigh with envy. I believe I shall place myself among the latter, since having now experienced the full pleasure that two men can visit upon one woman, I say fie to those who would castigate such things as appallingly disgusting.

They’ll never know the extreme, breathtaking joy, the astonishment and the delight of sharing such moments.

Share we did…Jeremy, Gabriel and me.

They touched me, caressed me, sent me careening into a place of wanton desires and lush pleasures. I felt myself peak beneath Jeremy’s hands and Gabriel’s mouth, but that was not to be the end of it.

Our clothes were shed and they laid me on the bed, clambering up beside me, always touching, always stroking and petting and kissing.

Did I reciprocate? Oh yes. I discarded any pretence of shock or outrage. I wanted them and I am not afraid to write those words. I wanted the affection they offered, the loving touches, the worshipful way in which they slid their bodies over and around mine. Their caresses seemed designed to arouse me further, and I shocked myself by my willingness to pursue even more lustful desires.

I was already astonished by my first response, my shattering fall into bliss.

So when their attentions grew demanding once again—I was there sharing their lusts, their needs, since they were my lusts and needs as well.

Jeremy moved me, spreading my thighs most shamelessly, and playing with the parts of my body thus revealed. His mouth and tongue were as talented as Gabriel’s; I was soon rising once more, my whole self lifting in need.

Gabriel came to my shoulders, kissing me deeply and passionately. I tasted the sweetness of myself on his lips and opened my mouth so wide…I would have devoured him had I been able.

So many sensations…the softness of Gabriel’s hair as he suckled at my breasts, and the heat of Jeremy’s breath as he delved into my wet body with his tongue.

The crisp hairs, the smooth muscles, the legs filled and firm that rolled around with mine. The buttocks—a man’s buttocks can be beautiful, and both Jeremy and Gabriel are blessed in that regard. Gabriel even has what looks like a symmetric birthmark on his. How fascinating. I took my time and cupped and squeezed them, deriving great joy from the sounds they made as I did so.

And yes, there were other parts I touched and stroked, carefully since I am aware of the sensitivity of these places on a man’s body. But oh how fascinating. Jeremy, thick and solid, moist on the tip and so erect it astounded me. Gabriel, also hard, so very hard, yet covered with silk soft skin that seemed to complement the pale gold nest from which it emerged. Beneath, both men carried their sacs proudly, and I’ll confess to a fascination with Gabriel’s, since it was also sleek with that amazingly tender skin.

I had ample opportunity to learn so much about these two and their bodies—they allowed me to touch and investigate where and how I wanted. They held nothing back, and that giving lent an air of magic to our actions.

Once again I was aware of the blood coursing hotly through me, my breasts felt swollen and hard and between my legs there was an ache, as if my loins were turning liquid under the delicate assault.

By mutual accord, we accepted that such dalliances could not go on endlessly, for which I was grateful since my strength and arousal were fighting with each other. I wanted it to last forever, but my muscles were weakening.

Eventually, Jeremy turned me onto my back and pushed my legs wide apart, situating himself between them, and grasping his male length with a hand wet from my slick skin. I watched, unable to look away, as he smoothed the shiny liquid from root to tip, and something inside me clenched at the knowledge of what would come next.

Gabriel knelt beside me, his sweet scent filling my nostrils. I reached for him, fondling him, marvelling again at the steel masked by such silk.

My body seemed to tell me, at that moment, what I wanted most.

I wanted them both.

As Jeremy raised my hips, whispered sweetly wonderful things to me, and began to enter me, I urged Gabriel closer—even closer—and cupped his sac as I opened my mouth and licked the tiny bead of dew from his hardness.

He cried out, a soft sound of amazement, and I saw his eyes widen with delight before Jeremy plunged deep and I lost the ability to see much of anything at all.

To my wonderment, I took them both, Jeremy between my thighs and Gabriel between my lips.

And I loved every single moment.

A night of delicious desire, pleasure and mutual affection.

I cannot remember sleeping so well in a long time. But I will close with a mention of how sad I was to wake alone in my bed with only my pillows and covers for company.

 

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“My Lady?” Giles tapped on the door just as Gwyneth finished her journal entry. “Are you ready for your tea?”

“Yes, thank you…” She hurriedly blotted and closed the book, tucking it away in her bureau. “This is most kind of you, Giles.”