Page 54 of Be With Us: An Urban Foursome Love Story

A shiver of arousal ran through her. She’d been dreaming about something naughty.

She frowned as she tried to remember what it was about but each time she felt like she was within finger-tip touching distance of grasping it, the memory slipped further away. It was like it was alive and evading her and the more she woke up, the more nimble it became.

Then suddenly she had it. It all flooded back to her.

She’d been dreaming about her naughty book again. About the Duke and his lover, the Marquess Elizabeth and her lover the Countess Victoria. Except in her dream, she was the Marquess and her new friend Amy, was Victoria.

Tingling with excitement at the visions of the dream, Emilia quietly and slowly brushed her fingers across her breast and then down beneath the covers, closing her eyes.

They had been walking in the wild gardens of the Duke’s manor, past harebells and callunas, primroses and thistles, along a sculpted bordered edge which wound its way through the uneven grounds and across a little wooden bridge above a gentle brook.

Emilia slipped her hand inside her knickers and began to touch herself as quietly as she could.

As they’d walked their fingers had brushed gently against one another, with neither one wanting to reach out and hold the others hand for fear of accusations of impropriety.

As they’d neared the bridge, the Countess had run ahead of her and leaned over the side before looking back and smiling.

‘No one is around,’ she’d said as she’d approached. ‘Kiss me.’

Taken aback, she’d turned around in shock, afraid that one of the gardeners may have heard the countesses advance.

Emilia quickened her pace, opening her eyes briefly to check Cassian was still asleep.

Satisfied that the immediate vicinity of the garden was devoid of the presence of prying eyes, she’d stepped closer and embraced her secret lover. But as soon as their soft warm lips had met they’d heard the hard crunch of approaching feet on the gravel path.

The Duke’s feet.

The covers had fallen further away as she’d pleasured herself and she glanced down now and saw in surprise that Cassian’s gloriously hard member was poking out through the fly of his tight black boxers. The tip glistened in the morning light and she wondered for a moment what kind of dream he was having.

A naughty idea crossed her mind. A really naughty idea.

She rolled over onto her other side, facing away from him and then slipped off her knickers and pushed them down to the bottom of the mattress with her feet.

He’d ask her on so many occasions to wake him up like this and now seemed like the perfect opportunity.

Slowly and with a delicate ease, she slid herself across the bed towards him, parting her thighs and reaching her hand between her legs as she approached his straining member.

Her fingers touched the tip and she felt him surge and grow. She looked over her shoulder and smiled when she saw that his eyes were still closed.

She bit her lip, and slipped the palm of her hand around him as gently as she could, shifting herself another few inches closer until the throbbing tip of his cock pressed firmly against her now soaking wet opening.

Just as the Duke had done in her dream only moments before she’d woken up, her skirts pushed up around her waist, her body pressed up against the little wooden bridge, holding the hand of the countess as the Duke had thrust inside her.

She felt him twitch and shift and she froze. Ever so slowly she looked back over her shoulder. He had stirred, but once again, he hadn't woken.

It was now or never.

She lined him up, pressing him between her lips with her fingers and then pushed backwards.

She gasped as he entered her, his huge warm length sliding through her entrance with such ease it made her dizzy. She kept pushing until he was all the way inside, then she paused and waited.

She could feel him twitching and quivering, like a long slow and rhythmic pulse.

She lay still, not daring to move.

It felt so good.

She wasn't sure if he was still asleep or not, but she couldn’t hold back any longer. She pulled forward, feeling the shape of his head inside her as it slid along her sweet canal. Then she pushed back again, thrusting it up inside her.

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