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of balance, but she saw no reason to demonstrate the fact.
Jasper held Nat steady for her. Sophia pondered the best way to ease the coat off. There was a wicked gleam in Nat’s eyes as she leaned over him, and her breasts touched his chest. Sophia jumped, and her quim clenched at the desire she saw there. She had forgotten she was naked except for the remains of her tattered gown around her shoulders. Impatiently, she shrugged out of the rags and threw them onto the floor.
“In the absence of being offered a robe to conceal my nakedness, I will ignore the look in your eyes and the condition of your cock,” she said. “And trust you to behave like a gentleman. Both of you, therefore please ignore my state of undress. Now.” She became brisk. “As this jacket is soiled and ripped I suggest we cut it off. Do you have scissors?”
“Hold him, whilst I go to the cabinet.” Jasper walked away. Nat leaned toward her, his mouth on a level with her nipple. He took one in his mouth and sucked hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive areolae. Sophia’s body was filled by a surge of red-hot emotion, like lava as it spilled from a volcano. Her juices gathered and her body became as damp as his. How could she feel so aroused by such a small thing?
“Give me the other,” Nat commanded. “Let me taste. It will give me something to think about as you probe my arm. I will imagine ‘tis me probing you elsewhere. “He lifted his face to stare at her. “Now,” he said, command in his tone. “Hold your breast to me.”
Startled, she did as he bade her do, and lifted her breast. His tongue circled the tip before he took it into his mouth. Once more the sparks and shards of excitement bombarded her as his touch invested sweet sensations from her nipple to her quim and back again.
“Ah, I sup, as I wish to taste all of you,” he said as he nipped, his words slurred by her breast inside his mouth. “I want more, and ah...hades that hurts.” Jasper with a nod to Sophia to keep Nathaniel occupied had returned and slit his coat sleeve from wrist to shoulder.
“Now hold still whilst I remove the remains of what was once a very fine jacket. By Stultz,” Jasper said. “Feast on Rose and let me work.”
Sophia glared at him. It was not easy to remain detached and annoyed with either of their diktats when, she opined, she was enjoying the heightened awareness of what may transpire. Nathaniel nodded without removing his mouth from her and the tug on her sensitive nipple was enough to make her tremble. Her skin was a sensation of tiny prickles, as if someone was running a pin over her. Each minute stab sent a message to her cunt, telling her to be ready for anything. Her juices gathered and she knew the evidence would show on her.
“Touch yourself,” Jasper said, his voice hard. “Use your fingers inside your cunt and run your nub with your juices. Show us how you like to be felt. Let the feel of Nat on your breast excite you further. Do it, Rose.”
She moved her hand to her quim and circled her nub before putting a finger inside herself. As she had predicted she was so wet, so ready to come, she knew it would take one pinch and she would spiral over the edge and into ecstasy.
Nat pulled away from her, and she saw the pain in his eyes. His coat and shirt were cut away, and his arm revealed. If anything was designed to cool her ardor that sight was it. Sophia was ashamed. How could she forget what had transpired to such a degree that one word from either of them, and she did as she was asked—no, commanded, she reminded herself—and she was ready to pleasure herself, to come, in front of them?
“Let me tend to his arm,” she said abruptly as Nat began to slip sideways. “Put him flat on the bed.”
Jasper did as she asked, and Sophia, with an impatient look at her ankles, shuffled forward. “Do you have hot water and a clean cloth?” she asked him.
“I have them ready outside the room,” he replied. “I will get
Jasper held Nat steady for her. Sophia pondered the best way to ease the coat off. There was a wicked gleam in Nat’s eyes as she leaned over him, and her breasts touched his chest. Sophia jumped, and her quim clenched at the desire she saw there. She had forgotten she was naked except for the remains of her tattered gown around her shoulders. Impatiently, she shrugged out of the rags and threw them onto the floor.
“In the absence of being offered a robe to conceal my nakedness, I will ignore the look in your eyes and the condition of your cock,” she said. “And trust you to behave like a gentleman. Both of you, therefore please ignore my state of undress. Now.” She became brisk. “As this jacket is soiled and ripped I suggest we cut it off. Do you have scissors?”
“Hold him, whilst I go to the cabinet.” Jasper walked away. Nat leaned toward her, his mouth on a level with her nipple. He took one in his mouth and sucked hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive areolae. Sophia’s body was filled by a surge of red-hot emotion, like lava as it spilled from a volcano. Her juices gathered and her body became as damp as his. How could she feel so aroused by such a small thing?
“Give me the other,” Nat commanded. “Let me taste. It will give me something to think about as you probe my arm. I will imagine ‘tis me probing you elsewhere. “He lifted his face to stare at her. “Now,” he said, command in his tone. “Hold your breast to me.”
Startled, she did as he bade her do, and lifted her breast. His tongue circled the tip before he took it into his mouth. Once more the sparks and shards of excitement bombarded her as his touch invested sweet sensations from her nipple to her quim and back again.
“Ah, I sup, as I wish to taste all of you,” he said as he nipped, his words slurred by her breast inside his mouth. “I want more, and ah...hades that hurts.” Jasper with a nod to Sophia to keep Nathaniel occupied had returned and slit his coat sleeve from wrist to shoulder.
“Now hold still whilst I remove the remains of what was once a very fine jacket. By Stultz,” Jasper said. “Feast on Rose and let me work.”
Sophia glared at him. It was not easy to remain detached and annoyed with either of their diktats when, she opined, she was enjoying the heightened awareness of what may transpire. Nathaniel nodded without removing his mouth from her and the tug on her sensitive nipple was enough to make her tremble. Her skin was a sensation of tiny prickles, as if someone was running a pin over her. Each minute stab sent a message to her cunt, telling her to be ready for anything. Her juices gathered and she knew the evidence would show on her.
“Touch yourself,” Jasper said, his voice hard. “Use your fingers inside your cunt and run your nub with your juices. Show us how you like to be felt. Let the feel of Nat on your breast excite you further. Do it, Rose.”
She moved her hand to her quim and circled her nub before putting a finger inside herself. As she had predicted she was so wet, so ready to come, she knew it would take one pinch and she would spiral over the edge and into ecstasy.
Nat pulled away from her, and she saw the pain in his eyes. His coat and shirt were cut away, and his arm revealed. If anything was designed to cool her ardor that sight was it. Sophia was ashamed. How could she forget what had transpired to such a degree that one word from either of them, and she did as she was asked—no, commanded, she reminded herself—and she was ready to pleasure herself, to come, in front of them?
“Let me tend to his arm,” she said abruptly as Nat began to slip sideways. “Put him flat on the bed.”
Jasper did as she asked, and Sophia, with an impatient look at her ankles, shuffled forward. “Do you have hot water and a clean cloth?” she asked him.
“I have them ready outside the room,” he replied. “I will get
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