Page 30 of Traveling with Gentlemen
HOMECOMING
My thighs shook, my back arching, breaths panting. Cool fingers worked at my clit and I bounced into the touch even as my body protested the effort.
Amon chuckled. "Someone help her. Our little queen is weary."
"Ah yes, good. Don't block the view," Auguste murmured, curled up with Jonathon, the pair of them facing my back.
Warm calloused hands clasped my hips, lifting me up the length of Booker's cock, and I leaned back against Ezra's broad chest, sighing with relief as gravity pulled me back down again. My hands were sticky with sweat, braced against Booker's chest, and sunlight was just starting to glow through the linen curtains of our bedroom, turning his marble golden.
"There you are puisín. Just a little more now," Ezra coaxed, full lips against my ear.
"Pretty wet pussy," Booker murmured, tracing his fingertip around the lips of my sex as it hugged his length. It swirled up my belly to my breasts and his smile was serene. "Pretty bouncing tits."
I gasped and Ezra chuckled. He'd been the one to expand Booker's vocabulary in sex.
Ezra's did the work of fucking me onto Booker's cock as Booker plucked at my nipples and swirled a thumb over my clit until I was dizzy between the pair of them, babbling and whining and racing to release. It came in a rush, Booker bucking and grunting beneath me, grinding his cock and all its wonderful texture inside of me, prolonging the crest and tide of pleasure until I was falling limply forward into his cool chest.
The bed, and all its occupants, sighed together. Ezra left a warm kiss in the center of my back and then climbed over Booker and I to fall into the pillows. Amon scooted closer until his heat kissed my left arm, and he stroked my back as I settled.
"You are exquisite," he whispered.
I turned my head to rest my cheek on Booker's chest and smiled at him, mouthing 'thank you.'
Amon grinned at me briefly and then stood from the bed and the sight of him naked and handsome and strongnearlymade me wish to start the night over again, but it had been long and wonderful and I'd had more than my fair share of attention from my gentlemen.
"I'll call for our breakfast. No, Auguste, none of us are working today," Amon said.
"I should get to my—" Jonathon started.
"No," the rest of us answered before he could finish.
I slid off Booker's chest to his side, as Jonathon laughed and sat up on his elbows.
"But we discovered so much in the tomb, and I have nothing concrete to show for it and—"
"And all of that can wait for tomorrow," Auguste said, rolling his eyes and kissing Jonathon's shoulder.
"Auguste is right. There's no samples, so there's no rush," I said.
Jonathon sniffed. "There's a rush if you consider—"
"One day, mate," Ezra prompted. "One day of rest together. It was a long journey."
Jonathon sighed and collapsed back into the mattress. "Fine. You're right. This is very pleasant."
Auguste snorted. "How flattering."
"High praise indeed," I teased.
Jonathon grunted and crawled across the bed, tickling my ankles and making me squeal. I kicked, and he shoved my thighs aside, waggling his eyebrows.
"You know I meant just lazing. This," he said, staring down at my spread thighs and exposed cunt. "This is more than pleasant."
Amon returned to the room as Jonathon kissed his way up my thighs, my sphinx pausing at the foot of the bed, his arms crossed over his chest and a smug smile on his lips. I beamed at him and then Jonathon's tongue was tracing my folds and the only expression I could make was parted lips and a furrowed brow as I squirmed into his teasing tongue.
"Do you like Egypt, my little star?" Amon asked me.
Jonathon's kisses were wet and hungry, his tongue probing my entrance. I could barely think let alone answer but the question made a smile flicker into place.
