Page 43 of A Lady, Her Lord, & Their Duke

As he continued to thrust three fingers inside her arse, Edmund hooked a finger from his left hand through the gold circle at the end of the dildo, then began thrusting that as well. Sometimes together, sometimes separately.

“Oh God,” cried Arabella. “Harder. Harder.”

The moment he penetrated her backside and pussy as firmly as he dared, she screamed, her whole body bucking in a writhing, shuddering orgasm.

“Well done, love,” said Nev, his fingers in Edmund’s arse becoming gloriously, wonderfully rougher.

Edmund shook with need. “I…I can’t wait…”

“Fuck me,” said Arabella sharply, actually slapping the bed with her palm, clearly nowhere near finished. “I want your cock in me immediately, Edmund. Hurry. Hurry.”

After carefully removing his fingers, Edmund wet his cock with oil, groaning as even the lightest touch sent sparks across his sensitive skin. Then, gripping her hips, he positioned his cockhead at her well-prepared back entrance and began pushing it in.

Christ.

It wasn’t even comparable to fingers. The scalding heat. The pressure. The way her anus seemed to suck his cock further and further in, rippling and clenching around his entire length.

Arabella moaned, her hips tilting to press hard against his groin, in absolute control beneath him.

Edmund couldn’t even speak as arrows of sensation darted around his body. Was he speaking? Making any sense? He’d willingly entered a different world, a heady, decadent one where nothing mattered but pleasure. The race to orgasm. And he needed to come more than he needed to breathe.

Abruptly, Nev gripped Edmund’s hips. “No. Wait for me.”

All the air whooshed from Edmund’s lungs at the hot, aching burn of the other man’s entry. Nev’s large cock inside him was too much…far too much…infinitely more than fingers or any dildo could ever be, yet buried inside Arabella, Edmund was helpless to do anything but take it.

Owned from in front and from behind.

“Please,” Edmund gasped. “I need to move. Please.”

“I’m deep in his arse, ma’am,” Nev gritted out. “He’s so fucking tight. So full.”

“Yes,” moaned Arabella. “I swear I can feel you both. Now fuck him into me.”

When Nev slowly withdrew then roughly thrust, Edmund cried out as his own hips jerked forward with the sweet force, engulfed in the most exquisite pleasure-pain sensation imaginable, his head swimming as Arabella’s arse constricted ruthlessly around his throbbing cock. Again and again Nev thrust, Edmund received and thrust, and Arabella demanded more. Now mindless, reduced to a frenzy of need, Edmund curled himself around her, his hips churning, his cock on the verge of explosion. And then the room filled with a perfect sound: Arabella’s loud cry of orgasmic bliss.

With a guttural roar, Edmund’s seed gushed inside her arse, the ecstasy seemingly never ending as she came and came, her channel spasming around his cock and milking him of every last drop. Yet just when he thought it couldn’t feel any better, Nev bit Edmund’s neck as he thrust impossibly deep and released his own seed in an endless rush.

There was a moment of utter stillness, of absolute peaceful contentment. Then Arabella wobbled beneath him and Edmund blinked, his mind scrambling to do something, anything, yet his limbs not obeying. Fortunately, Nev understood and carefully eased out of Edmund before reaching around to help Edmund withdraw from Arabella. Then they both collapsed onto the bed.

Arabella turned onto her side, her hand trembling as she removed the dildo from her pussy, her cheeks pink and eyes shining. “So, Edmund,” she said softly, unsteadily, reaching over to cup his cheek. “A night of many firsts for you. Tell me how it was.”

Edmund took her hand, his other hand scrabbling for Nev’s so he could kiss them both. “I didn’t know,” he replied simply. “I didn’t know pleasure like that was even possible. To be forty years old and discovering everything…it seems ridiculous. And yet this would not…could not…be possible with anyone else. It’s not just fucking. Anyone can do that. It’s the care. The support. The…”

“The love?” said Nev, as he gently stroked Edmund’s back.

“Yes,” said Edmund hoarsely as his vision blurred. “I’ve never had that. It’s astonishing. I don’t know what to say except thank you. And…and…I love you both so very much.”

Arabella grinned. “From now on, you’ll have love in abundance. One true mate is splendid enough, but two? Now that is what the poets might call heaven on earth.”

“Actual paradise,” said Nev. “When are we going to tell the children?”

Edmund blushed. “Cressida has her suspicions. Wall renovations tend to do that. As for the boys…no doubt they will eventually have questions, either on their own or from ton gossip. If Harry asks, I will tell him I am very happy.”

“And a reformer,” said Nev, laughing. “There’s no escaping it now, not when you’ve welcomed Sir Kenneth and us into the family.”

Edmund made a weak spluttering sound. “Perhaps,” he mumbled.

“There, there,” crooned Arabella, stroking his hair. “All will be well, I promise.”