“I wish to learn. Do you intend to deny me the opportunity?” he asked.
“I suggest we use the material of her skirt to blanket her back while she rests on the carpet. I will show you what to do. What say you, Amelia? Will you let the two of us pleasure you?” Noah asked with a suggestive leer.
“Yes, please.” I couldn’t stay upright even if I wished to. With the men’s help, I lay on the thick carpet, my skirt acting as a blanket against the scratchy surface.
Noah’s heated eyes met Oliver’s before he clasped his hand. Noah brought their combined hands back to me and used a finger to guide one of my husband’s. He placed the tip on the engorged nub that had arisen between my folds.
“See how she swells under your caress? Unlike men, a woman requires wooing. While her sheath cradles your cock for your ultimate pleasure, this is the place where she receives most of hers.”
My husband had become quite proficient at pleasing me, however, always under cover of darkness and with more fumbling than finesse.
Oliver picked up the rhythm of Noah’s fingers and stroked in lazy swirls across my nub, but his full attention stayed on the man next to him, looking for guidance. Noah dragged his mouth along my belly. His gaze softened the slightest bit before he seemed to catch himself. He clasped my thighs and pushed my knees farther apart. “Now parrot that with your tongue. Like your cock, the nerves are extremely sensitive,” Noah said.
His words unto themselves were erotic.
He smiled at me and licked his lips as Oliver dipped his head, his tongue gliding over my nub.
“Very good. Let me show you how to add a bit more to send her over the edge.” Noah said, kneeling next to Oliver. Noah swirled his tongue over my aching flesh before drawing it into his mouth. The suction sent tiny moans to the back of my throat. He sucked then released, darting his tongue out to swirl my aching nub. Liquid eyes held mine, and I willed myself to breathe.
“Yes, please,” I said.
Noah’s mouth glistened from my excitement, his eyelids heavy. He caressed Oliver’s cheek and pressed a kiss to his mouth. “A man should always bring his wife fulfillment before he finds his own. When seduction is played the right way, the rewards will far outweigh the effort.”
“I will do my best.” My husband obliged by applying everything Noah taught him, each sweep of his tongue ambrosia. Noah crawled up my body, his lips latching onto my nipple, drawing it deeper into his mouth. I could hardly be still from the force of their sensual assault.
“Noah, I want you to kiss me.” I wanted much more from him, but bedding me wasn’t an option for him. Oliver was my husband and would be the father of my children.
He leaned over me and, brushing the hair back from my face, plied me with sweet kisses. Light caresses that stole my breath. Oliver slipped one finger into my body, and I gripped the thickness, my senses bombarded with need. These two giving men were about to drive me mad, and I loved every second.
Noah continued to roll my nipple between his fingers, adding to my mounting desires. He ran his tongue along my moist lips, and my tongue came out to duel with his.
Tiny cries emanated from deep inside me, and I dug my heels into the carpet, my breasts swelling beneath his palm. I screamed out my pleasure, the sound muffled by Noah’s mouth. The muscles of Oliver’s shoulders bulged as he held my bottomin his hands, his mouth still moving across my nub until the last convulsion left my body. My chest heaving, I sank more heavily onto the cushion of my skirt.
Glassy-eyed, Oliver lay on my other side. Noah released my mouth and pressed kisses to my neck. Oliver clasped my jaw and lightly kissed my parted lips. He tasted of my essence, the hard feel of his cock pressing against my side.
“That was lovely. I think we should go upstairs and see where the night leads us.” I knew exactly where that would be. Back in each other’s arms. A place we all belonged.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Lord Oliver, Duke of Hayesford
“Well, here is the green room, Noah.” I stopped before the door of the guest room, Amelia’s hand clasped in mine. Noah flanked me. Since I’d dismissed the staff for the night, the house was quiet. Anticipation hummed inside my body for the next phase of our evening. We needed privacy, a bed, and no prying eyes for what I had planned.
“Our room is to the left,” Amelia said with an impish grin. Her dress was askew from where she’d hastily donned it after our impromptu seduction. If anyone looked too closely, they’d see a woman well-pleasured.
