I finished off the sherry and, setting the glass down, I followed them, loosening the placard of my trousers as I went. My time of being an observer was over. Eagerness quickened my steps as I finished unfastening the last buttons. I had kept my trousers on to make her feel more comfortable, but we were beyond that point.
The bedroom was cooler than the main room, but I barely noticed the chill. My gaze locked on the couple, I stripped out of the garment. Ash and Birdie lay on the bed looking very comfortable with each other. They had developed a rapport which I both envied and applauded. She met my stare and skimmed her gaze down my chest to my belly before she movedthem lower. Eyes widening, she lowered her lashes before lifting them once more. “You are naked.”
“I am. Are you offended?” I stood next to the bed, wanting to ravish her on the spot but refraining. While I longed to touch what I had imagined for weeks, I wanted to confirm she had no qualms about moving forward with our intimacies. “Because if you are, I—”
“No, I rather like seeing you thus.” The color hueing her neck gave away her rising passions, along with the raspy timbre of her voice.
“If you are certain.” Tilting her chin in my direction, I skimmed my mouth over her parted lips before I climbed onto the bed to lay next to her. Her silky skin against my chest only added to my need to touch her.
“Ash should remove his trousers as well,” she said, licking her lips.
“Is that a request or an order?” His grin of pure deviltry sent my heart racing on Birdie’s behalf. A light of understanding passed between us. As lovers, we read each other well. This was his seduction, and I would allow him to take the reins.
“A request, of course. I suppose I should remove my chemise.” She plucked at the material, the flush on her cheeks ripening. She licked her bottom lip, her gaze locked on the ceiling.
“You don’t have to listen to him,” I said, conscious of her comfort. She had lost her husband three years ago, but that didn’t mean she was completely comfortable disrobing in front of us. Or at all. Women had unfair restrictions put on them by religious piety.
“I think we have established our mutual desire to be naked. I say we make it happen,” Ash said. He left the bed long enough to rid himself of his trousers. “Come on Birdie, don’t be shy.”
With a determined jut of her chin, Birdie nodded. She sat up, shifted her hips until the hem was free, and then pulled the chemise over her head to expose her luscious body.
“Now the seduction can begin in earnest.” He didn’t resume his position on the bed but moved to the end of it. Like everything in our lives, he and I had discussed intimacies with our female lovers. Ash took great delight in boasting about his prowess in the boudoir, and by the way he grabbed her ankles to draw her legs apart, he was about to introduce Birdie to new delights.
“What are you doing?” Birdie stiffened, the muscles of her thighs contracting, panic in her eyes. She visibly swallowed, her nervousness understandable given she not only agreed to one lover but two.
I met Ash’s concerned gaze, reevaluating whether this was a good idea. She was obviously skittish despite her earlier bravado.
“You needn’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.” With an understanding smile, he tilted his head, his hands moving up her sleek calves, massaging the tense muscles as he went. “I simply intend to pleasure your pussy and taste your tangy nectar.”
“You truly wish to taste me down there?” The last came out on a strangled whisper, her hand floating to her neck. It was rare to see her flummoxed and rather endearing. The fact that she didn’t run from the room showed her resilience.
I encouraged her to look at me, tilting her chin until I could see her face. While I wanted to bed her more than I wanted to breathe, I would never force her to do something she didn’t wish to do. “You need simply say the word, and we will adjust our bed sport accordingly. Ash simply wants to bring you pleasure. That is what this night is all about.”
“That is correct.” Ash continued to massage her shins, his mouth running along the inside of her knee. “I take it from yourexpression that Frank never performed the intimacy for you?” he said between kisses.
“Frank? No, Frank never did something so bold.” Inch by inch, her legs opened of their own accord, the lift and fall of her chest more pronounced. She no longer seemed panicked by what he was about to do to her; on the contrary, her enthusiasm shone through.
“Thank you for your understanding. Frank, well, he wasn’t very adventurous.”
Ash separated her legs and placed one knee on the bed to better position himself. He hesitated as he met her gaze once more. “Are you ready?”
Lips pressed together, she nodded. “I am very ready.”
With a grin of satisfaction, he dipped his head and ran his tongue along her folds.
She sucked in a breath, her hand gripping my thigh. “Blimey, that feels lovely.”
With a muffled laugh, he continued to pleasure her while grabbing my cock in his hand. I rocked into his touch and fought the need to spunk. My own blood sparked hotter at his ministrations. Being a voyeur had its perks. I angled my torso until I lay stretched out beside her and slid my tongue along her silky neck.
The scent of woman and roses increased my desire for her. Thus far, I hadn’t taken the opportunity to do more than kiss her. All that was about to change. I skimmed her bared chest, zeroing in on her nipples. “Pink.”
“Beg pardon?” she asked, her breathing even more erratic.
“Your nipples are pink.” I caressed the buttery skin, thumbing the constricted flesh.
Slender fingers delved into Ash’s hair, her back arched. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“It is neither good nor bad. I simply had been wondering.” Dipping my head, I explored with my tongue what my eyes admired. I could see Ash’s tongue playing along her swollen nub from my vantage point. He sucked at the flesh of her pussy, drawing a cry from her bent throat.
