Noah released my legs, his lips slick with my arousal. A lazy grin spread his mouth wide. He leaned in and gave Oliver a soft kiss. “I think you should bed your wife. I don’t think she, or you could ever be more ready.”
“Let’s retire to my room.” Oliver nodded and stood, holding his hand out to me. I took it, my knees weak. With a grin, he lifted me into his arms, and I wrapped mine around his neck.
“I will be right in, I just have to grab something,” Noah said.
Oliver entered the bedroom, the burgundy motif carrying through from the sitting room. He released his hold on me and stepped back. His blue gaze swept down my body. The night rail was open, baring my breasts to his eager gaze. He splayed his hands around my waist. His thumbs coming to rest on the undersides of my breasts. “You are beautiful, Amelia. I am sorry if you ever doubted my love for you.”
“I never doubted you loved me. Desire, however, is a different tale.”
“You are very desirable.” He glided his seeking mouth down my neck and settled on the spot where my shoulder met my neck. I shivered at the glorious sensations.
His answer should have pleased me. Except he hadn’t come right out and said he desired me. It was a moot point since he was licking my neck before nibbling at the flesh.
Noah entered the room. He’d removed his clothing, but unlike Oliver, he was completely nude. Long lean muscles, darkhair on his chest and legs. He was a sensual beast who looked intent on seduction.
“Amelia is wet and ready for you, Oliver,” Noah said. “You need to touch her and see for yourself.”
“Yes, touch me, please,” I said. Noah was coaching Oliver, and I was grateful for his assistance. Neither one of us had coupled before. It might seem unusual, but I rather liked having both men paying me such marked attention.
Oliver glided his fingers between my legs, a determined jut to his jaw. With a gentle touch, he slid his fingertip over my nub. I wanted him to do it harder, but I wasn’t certain if I should say so.
“Tell him what you like, Amelia.” Noah moved behind me and nibbled at the skin over my shoulder. The combined warmth of his body at my back and Oliver’s at my front was like an inferno of lustful heat. Noah moved his hands up my torso and cupped my breasts. The hard feel of his cock nestled against my buttocks added to my need. I pushed into his hardness, air straining to fill my lungs. He nibbled his way over my bare shoulder, the heat of his mouth adding to my awareness.
Knees quivering from the stimulation, my entire body was primed with need. “I like that very much, my husband.”
“I like touching you, my wife,” he said. Serious eyes met mine, and he pressed a kiss to my mouth.
I used the back of my hand to run down the tautness of his stomach, fingers seeking the hardness of his arousal. He jumped at my touch and backed away, his chest rising and falling with increased speed.
“Don’t you like me touching you?” I asked.
“I do but not right now. I need, well, I think I would like to bed you.” Oliver’s face was flushed, and moisture turned his blond hair a darker hue.
“Then bed her,” Noah said.
Oliver laid me on the bed and stood upright. He reached for Noah, and the other man went into his arms. He kissed him with raw need, his hands moving to Noah’s arse. Lifting him high, he threw him onto the mattress next to me.
Noah’s laughter shook the bed, his grin wide.
“I think it is time to make Amelia my wife.” Oliver settled on my other side. “Noah?” he asked with uncertainty.
I liked being bracketed by these two men but was flummoxed by Oliver’s need for Noah’s direction. I wasn’t about to call a halt to our coupling to ask questions.
“If you allow her to ride you, it will be the most pleasant for Amelia.” Noah rolled onto his side and propped his head on his hand.
Oliver grabbed my waist and rolled me on top of him. The hard feel of his body under mine was somehow empowering. His cock lay cradled between us, and I rubbed my belly against his arousal. Large hands drew my thighs to either side of his, and I sat up, my heart beating fast.
I glanced over at Noah. He was much leaner than Oliver, with olive skin. Each was appealing to my heightened senses. He held a bottle of oil in his hand and offered a tender smile in my direction. “This will help ease the pain of the first coupling.”
He boldly reached over and oiled up Oliver’s erection. The sight of him performing the task increased my rising need, and I wriggled for more contact. Oliver ground his teeth, passion stretching the skin over his high cheekbones.
Anxious to finish what we had started, I lifted my hips and caught Oliver’s eye. He held up one strong hand, and I linked my fingers with his. Noah guided the head of Oliver’s cock into me, and it breached my center, my core tightening at the intrusion. Noah rose to his knees and spread kisses along my collarbone as I took Oliver deeper into my body.
The tension in him was evident, but he remained still, allowing me to take my time until I was unsure where I ended and he began.
My other lover continued to place tiny, seductive kisses down the swell of my breast, his tongue circling my nipple before he flicked it with his tongue. I’d carried an infatuation for Noah since I’d met him, and now I was going to fulfill a girlhood fantasy. Only I hadn’t had a clue what that entailed. His nearness made my senses spin, and I could hardly absorb anything logical.
“Amelia, you are smiling,” Oliver said with a strained smile of his own. He palmed and pumped the swollen flesh of Noah’s member while I continued to ride him.
