Richard smirked, then quickly hid his grin behind a serious mein, nodding in a suitable concerned fashion. “Oh yes, one must be sure about these things you know.”
With that, Ashton scooped Violet into his arms, ignoring her protests as he stalked across to the terrace and into the morning room, pushing aside the gauzy curtains and letting them fall closed behind him. Richard followed, moving to the door to the main house and closing it with a decisive click.
Planting Violet on the chaise lounge, Ashton and Richard loomed over her as Violet felt heat flush over her face and chest.
“Don’t you think this a tad dramatic?” she offered in weak protest, as Richard sat at her feet and Ashton crossed his arms.
“Well? Do you have something you want to tell us, sweet Violet?” asked Richard, curling his hand comfortingly around her ankle.
Violet squirmed under their inspection. “I can’t say… That is, I don’t know for certain…”
Ashton grinned, glancing meaningfully at Richard. “Well, thank goodness we have a doctor in residence, I am sure between the two of us we can give you a thorough going over.”
Violet looked at the closed door, but she knew that the servants would never interrupt their master. There would be no escape from the attention of her men.
Richard coaxed Violet up into a sitting position, and Ashton clambered onto the chaise behind her, spreading his thighs and pulling her back to lie comfortably against his chest as he reclined onto the rich velvet upholstery.
“Where should we start?” he asked Richard mischievously, nuzzling his open mouth against her ear and sending a sizzle of need straight to that traitorous place between her thighs.
“Her breasts would be tender, and possibly swollen,” answered Richard, running his hands distractingly up the inside of her stockinged calves to finger the silk ribbon of her garters.
Ashton tugged her bodice down ruthlessly with a hiss of excitement, exposing darkened nipples as he cupped the weight of her breasts in his hands. “Oh yes, definitely more full.”
He flicked his thumbs over her sensitive nipples, and Violet arched immediately under Ashton’s touch as Richard’s eyes flashed, the blue darkening to stormy grey as his expression turned hungry.
“Tender indeed,” rasped Ashton circling his touch around the outside of her nipples, pressing into the heavy weight of her tender breasts as Violet’s breath hitched in anticipation.
Richard raised her skirts, exposing her noticeably plumper thighs, and then slid his hands higher, testing the slight swell of her lower abdomen with gentle, worshipful hands.
“Violet,” he rasped, “did you think we would not suspect?”
“Are you two happy?” she murmured, looking up at Ashton with questioning eyes, then down to Richard.
“As insatiable as you were when you were carrying our little Harry, you will hear no complaints from me,” chuckled Ashton, still lightly kneading her breasts as her eyes fluttered with delight.
“Oh yes,” agreed Richard, dropping to his knees before the chaise and spreading her legs. “We cannot allow our lady to be dissatisfied during this delicate time.”
He dove down, spreading her slick core with his thumbs and licking her decadently, indecently thoroughly until she cried out in delight, arching into Ashton’s caress as Richard devoured her like a man starved, voicing his praise as she chased her pleasure against his mouth.
Only when she was moaning and clenching around the empty ache at her core did Richard pull away, kneeling on the couch and opening his breeches as he cupped her bottom and raised her hips to his, thrusting home with a jolt that sent her crisis crashing through her, her mind floating above in bliss as her body thrashed and arched, chasing his cock as he pumped into her, pressing her back against Ashton with every sharp drive.
“Christ, Ashton,” Richard groaned, his hands braced against the backrest of the chaise as he chased his release hard and fast. “She is hot for us, so very sweet, so wet.”
“Of course she is,” answered Ashton. “She is perfect, always.” Reaching down to free himself, lifting Violet higher even as Richard’s hips began to stutter, his seed jetting forth as his cock pulsed inside her and he bowed his head to press his lips to her throat.
With one swift move, Ashton lifted Violet bodily in his arms, banding his arms across her swollen breasts and impaling her on his ready cock before she could even gather her wits, grunting in her ear as he surged balls deep into her still pulsing channel.
Violet could only cry out, wantonly, helplessly loud as his hips jolted up into hers, thrusting himself deep with fierce passion as Richard watched avidly, reaching down to rub her nub above the place where Ashton stretched her wide with each plundering stroke of his cock.
“I’ve craved you all morning,” groaned Ashton, grinding her down on him, guiding her hips with his hands so that he hit that spot inside her that made sparks flash behind her eyelids. “I woke up hard for you. Wanting, always wanting-”
Violet shook, her body seizing as waves of heat filled her limbs, stealing her breath as she quaked with the force of her pleasure. Ashton drove deep, then held her tight against him, his hips kicking up helplessly as his passion found its release against the mouth of her womb.
Shivering, aftershocks of delight still rippling through her, Ashton set her gently aside. Guiding her to her lie between his thighs as they all fought to catch their breath.
Richard ran his hands through his hair, ruffling it further if possible, as he matched Ashton’s cocky grin with his own.
“Perhaps the babe will have your golden looks,” remarked Ashton to Richard mildly, idly stroking Violet’s hair back from her forehead as she caught her breath.
