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

recall groaning as my breasts were quickly licked, and then I caught my foot on the carpet and tumbled backward onto my bed.

Evan called a halt, and before I knew it both Jeremy and Gabriel were over me, doing all those things I’d yearned for.

It is amazing how much one’s senses are aroused when sight is removed. Every inch of my skin seemed to be on fire with their touches, every womanly part of me felt taut and swollen. Their lips wreaked havoc with my nipples and their tongues ignited savagely magnificent flames within my loins.

I could hear their breaths, smell their particular fragrances, and feel every tiny brush of chest hair, fingertips, nails, beard stubble and sweet slick tongues.

My body felt cherished, worshipped…not an inch was neglected by these two amazing sensualists. In concert, Jeremy and Gabriel took me from my reality into some kind of erotically magical world, where only our bodies existed, and the only goal was our mutual pleasure.

I moved to take off the cravat blinding me, but they stopped me.

“Keep it on, love,” Gabriel whispered in my ear.

They turned me over, onto my stomach, and spent much time and attention on my back, from the nape of my neck to the soles of my feet. I had never realised how sensitive such places could be…a gentle bite on my buttocks took my breath away and a loving swipe of a tongue on the backs of my knees rendered me almost senseless.

Their fingers probed places that surprised me, and I couldn’t hold back a cry of astonishment when something cold and slippery was introduced between my buttocks.

Jeremy was the one who calmed me. “It is your rose cream, sweetheart. For your pleasure…and ours.”

And truly, it was an unusual pleasure.

I am amazed I can write these words, and once again I am resolute in my promise to destroy these entries at some point in the future. But for now, I have to admit that having something hard, smooth and very masculine pressing into my bottom…well, my own liquids and my cream combined to permit a strange intrusion. There was a hand beneath me, stroking my swollen folds and between the two different attentions I was floating into new oceans of sensual excitement.

I believe I held my breath, frozen for a few seconds as whoever it was slowly and gently moved within that untried place.

I heard a moan, a groan of what I can only conclude was the ultimate pleasure.

As the pulses throbbed in my backside, and I felt heat erupt there, the other hand stroked more demandingly, bringing me higher toward the pinnacle of erotic desire.

They withdrew, a pillow was thrust beneath me and someone entered me again in the more traditional manner. My hips were pushed high, everything was revealed, and yet I felt no shame, only eagerness for whoever was about to plunder me and slake my avid thirst for release.

I felt a body touch me, the thick shaft found my entrance and then the wonderful stretching as I accommodated whoever it was…either Jeremy or Gabriel.

I believe I moaned, discovering that if I lifted myself onto my elbows, I could push back against the solid flesh that plundered so deeply. I tried to match his rhythm, and to my surprise found an arm beneath me toying almost painfully with my nipples, holding them tight and pulling on them as I pushed backward.

It must have been Evan, and yet I could not untie the blindfold, since to do so would have precipitated me back onto the bed and I was enjoying my present position too much to relinquish it.

Needless to say, it wasn’t very long before I felt the onset of the most exquisite shudders, the flickers of lightning dancing on my spine and the rising tension that spread throughout my body.

The powerful thrusts within me, the sharp pinches on my nipples…and the breathing, panting of my gentlemen…it was enough to send me into a screaming flight of ecstasy. There is no other way to describe it. I flew, high and for what seemed like an eternity, locked into violent inner spasms, barely able to breathe as my body was pounded from behind and filled with boiling hot passion courtesy of my lover.

It felt like hours before we all collapsed and at last I was permitted to remove the cravat which had served as my blindfold. Jeremy and Gabriel were tumbled beside me, and Evan, with a flushed face, sat near, his chest bare and his breeches discarded.

He was hard, his eyes bright, and I had to believe he had enjoyed watching us play, but now was close to needing his own relief.

I moved, but the other two stayed me. “Stay, love,” said Jeremy. He fetched cloths, dampened them in water from the ewer and delicately cleansed me. Gabriel helped, his tenderness and care in his eyes when he wiped my buttocks. “Are you all right, Gwyneth, my darling? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He touched my secret places gently.

So it had been him, introducing me to something quite new. I assured him that he had not, even though it had felt a little uncomfortable at first.

Jeremy helped me settle into bed, getting the pillows just right and then lying beside me with his head on his arm. I was turned away, watching Evan. It was easy to see his plight, and I proposed myself as the solution.

But Gabriel intervened. “You’re exhausted. Let me,” he said, turning to Evan. “Let me?”

Evan stared at him for a few moments, then nodded, answering what I can only suppose was a somewhat outrageous question. But the answering nod was a clear measure of Evan’s trust and his kindness toward everyone, regardless of conventions.

As Jeremy and I watched, Gabriel knelt before the chair and parted Evan’s thighs, revealing the