Page 21 of Their Golden Bride (Bridgewater Brides 4)

She cried out as he positively devoured her, his tongue lashing at her clit, his teeth scraping the sensitive bud. Gripping his hair in one hand, she reached placed the other over Edward’s on her breast, enjoying the feeling of his touch even as her desire wound into a hot, tight coil in her belly with record speed. The ache between her thighs grew worse, and every ounce of her body seemed to be focused on the release that was building.

Edward twisted her nipples, hard, and that was all she needed to come apart in their arms, her body straining against their hold as her thighs shook.

Garret continued to feast on her, sticking his tongue in her still clenching channel, licking up the abundant honey spilling from her body. Edward slowed his touched, whispering in her ear how much he loved it when she climaxed, how beautiful she was, and a dozen other things that made her feel both aroused and cherished. She was so sensitive, and the rough scrape of his work hardened fingers against her nipples was too much.

“Enough,” she cried out in a weak voice, so overstimulated she was shaking.

Edward carried her back to the bed and laid her gently onto the soft pillows. Her whole body was still throbbing, and she felt strangely satisfied, yet still wanting. Eyeing the press of the men’s erections against their pants, she bit her lower lip. She wanted to see them, touch them, to give them the same gift of release that they’d given her.

It was only polite.

Moving to her knees, still nude with her hair falling around her in a riot of curls, she looked up at them and said, “May I please see you?”

The men exchanged a grin and a look before they both returned their attention to her.

“You’re looking at us know,” Garret said with a teasing grin.

She rolled her eyes at him. “Without your clothes on.”

“You want to see us, lass,” Edward growled as he fisted his large erection and gave it a hard squeeze, “then take us out yourself.”

She didn’t know who was more surprised by her boldness, but she didn’t even hesitate as she reached out and grabbed the silver buckle of his belt to draw him forward with one hand, and Garret with the other. The lamp next to the bed had been turned down to a low glow that made everything look gilded in its golden light. She wondered if they could see how her hands shook as she placed them on her thighs and took a moment to appreciate the bounty before her. Her body gave a renewed wave of heat as she took in their powerful shoulders, and how their bodies seemed to exude a maleness that called to everything female inside of her.

Biting her lower lip, she glanced up at Edward as she began to unbuckle his belt, her hands fumbling a bit when it came to the actual act of freeing his erection from his pants. At her first touch of his cock, she swallowed hard. She didn’t expect him to feel so warm, or so soft against her questing fingertips. Curiosity and a tingle of excitement had her eagerly pulling him out, and she licked her lips once he was free of his pants. Edward was thick, almost as thick as her wrist, and the flared head of his erection was a deep purplish red color. Twisting veins ran up and down the sides, and the skin was silky as she ran her fingertip from root to tip before grasping it again in her fist. It throbbed in her grip, and she gave him an experimental squeeze, loving how his knees almost buckled as he groaned.

Doing it again, she delighted in the power she held over him, her ability to give him pleasure like no one else.

A tiny bead of moisture came out of the slit at the tip, and she rubbed a curious finger over it, finding the liquid smooth and almost slippery. It reminded her of the moisture that was once again collecting between her legs, readying her for them. As she gave Edward another slow stroke, harder than before, more of the liquid came out. Leaning forward, she licked delicately at the tip. She’d heard the older women at the mill giggle about this act, and some had described it as a tiresome chore they performed for their husband while others seemed to find pleasure in the act. Rowan could understand why those women had enjoyed this.

The pure worship in Edward’s eyes as she looked up at him and sealed her mouth around his girth had her moaning deep in her throat..

Garret sat down behind her on the bed, pulling her hair back and watching her take Edward. “That’s it, love, suck him nice and deep. Use your tongue while you do it.”

She followed his instructions, more than aware of his hard length pressing into her back.

Not wanting him to feel left out, she said pulled off Edward and looked over her shoulder. “Please, Garret, let me touch you while I taste Edward.”

Garret made a strangled sound and she had to bite back a giggle as he stripped so quickly, his clothes practically flew across the room. Edward used her distraction to remove his own clothing, and soon they were both gloriously nude. Her heart raced, and she was sure she was about to pass out at the sight of the male beauty before her. Edward had more body hair than Garret, and it was much darker and thicker on his chest while Garret’s chest was bare. But he did have a light brown trail of hair that led to his straining erection. He was so aroused the curved tip was almost touching his belly.

Blushing, both curious and feeling strangely shy, she examined them from beneath her lashes. Garret’s cock was long and curved, with a distinct mushroom shape to the head. Like Edward, his erection was also wet at the tip, and when she leaned forward to take him into her mouth, it was Edward’s turn to sit on the bed and hold her hair back while she gently suckled Garret.

“Touch him,” Edward urged, “he likes it when a woman plays with his bollocks.”

Though she didn’t like thinking of Edward and Garret being with another woman, she had to admit she was grateful that the men were coaching her through this. Truly, this was the first time she’d ever been naked and alone with any man, and despite all her secondhand knowledge of the mechanics of sex, she really had no clue. It was more instinct than anything else that had her gently fondling the soft sac beneath his shaft, and she was rewarded with a hard thrust to the mouth that almost made her cough.

Pulling out, Garret gave her a wild look as he said, “I’m sorry, love. Are you all right?”

Blinking the tears out her eyes, she nodded. “Don’t stop, I want more.”

Pulling her up from the bed, she squirmed against him at the feel of his erection, slick from her mouth rubbing against her belly.

Kissing her softly on the lips, Garret asked, “How much more do you want? You are in control here, my little tigress. We will do anything you desire, and give you everything we have, but only if you let us.”

Lord but his kisses were drugging, and she found it hard to think about anything but how empty she felt, and how the cure for the ache deep inside of her was pressed against her.

“I want it all.”

“Are you sure?” Edward asked, his body practically vibrating with tension behind her. “Once we have you, we’ll never let you go.”

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