of success. Now he wondered whether he could do it again.
****
“ Ohhhh … ohhh .” Amelia felt her legs give
way. With James's arms around her Amelia let the weight of her body fall into
him without a moment of fear.
He
caught her as she knew he would.
No
previous experience had prepared her for what had just happened. What had just
happened? Her body had centered on where Arthur had touched her. A single touch
on a single point of her body detonated an explosion that had shaken her
physically and left her emotionally drained. It had felt fantastic. She itched to
feel it again.
“What
was that?”
James
lowered her body to the bed, while Arthur answered her question “You found your
pleasure, and you climaxed. It happens with a man when he releases his seed,
and for some women there is also a moment of true pleasure.”
“Just one?”
Arthur
and James both let out a burst of laughter.
Amelia
was sure she should feel embarrassed. She was lying on the bed naked while both
Arthur and James were fully clothed. She'd just lost control of her body.
Instead of mortification her mind felt strangely lazy, disconnected from her
body, almost like a river, her thoughts the water flowing freely past her body,
the stones and plants of the river bed, connected, sharing sensations,
distinctly different, yet one with the other. A small laugh burst from her as
she realized how fanciful she was being.
Her
body shifted as James rolled next to her on the bed. Stretching his tall frame
out beside her, he rested his head upraised upon one hand, tracing the other
over Amelia's body. Highly sensitized, Amelia felt the roughened surface of
James's fingertips as they passed over each of the hairs on her arm.
“I
can't believe I'm finally touching you”
Amelia
couldn't really believe it either. James was touching her, and Arthur (not for
one moment could she forget), Arthur was there, too, was watching them, his eyes
following the movement of James's hand as he lifted his own to untie his
cravat. No concentration was given to the task, the knots of silk sliding free
agonizingly slowly.
Amelia
was mesmerized as the cloth was slowly lifted, revealing a hint of Arthur's
chest. She watched as he slowly slid the buttons free of their holes. She
watched as he undid each cuff. When the shirt was parted, she released the
breath she'd been holding and looked her fill.
Arthur
was glorious. Maybe she would have felt this way whatever his body looked like,
but Amelia was inclined to believe that Arthur was supremely male and therefore
supremely beautiful. His skin was naturally a shade or two darker than hers, not that that was difficult given her pale white,
freckled skin tone.
It
looked as if his skin would be smooth to the touch, not soft and giving like
hers, but polished and inviting of pressure to test its resilience.
The
dusting of dark hairs created fascinating patterns, drawing the eye to small
brown nipples, and creating a trail down to the groin.
Oh
my God! While Amelia had been admiring the view revealed by the removal of
Arthur's shirt, he had unfastened his trousers and dropped both them and his underclothes.
His
privates were on display. Oh my God!
Amelia
gasped. Did all men look like this beneath their trousers? She risked a look at
James. There was a significant bulge there, too. Well, at least she now
understood how her husband's “manhood” was going to go inside her. Wait a
minute. That was going inside her?
Fear
must have shown on her face as James leaned over to kiss her, whispering that
everything was going to be all right, so good, perfect in fact.
“I
can't wait.” Amelia wasn't sure if Arthur was speaking to her or James. No
response was needed as Arthur climbed onto the bed, gently eased her legs wider
apart and settled between them. This was it then.
She
felt his weight ease down onto her body, the heat of his skin a warming
comfort.
He
placed a few kisses randomly across her face and upper body, and
****
“ Ohhhh … ohhh .” Amelia felt her legs give
way. With James's arms around her Amelia let the weight of her body fall into
him without a moment of fear.
He
caught her as she knew he would.
No
previous experience had prepared her for what had just happened. What had just
happened? Her body had centered on where Arthur had touched her. A single touch
on a single point of her body detonated an explosion that had shaken her
physically and left her emotionally drained. It had felt fantastic. She itched to
feel it again.
“What
was that?”
James
lowered her body to the bed, while Arthur answered her question “You found your
pleasure, and you climaxed. It happens with a man when he releases his seed,
and for some women there is also a moment of true pleasure.”
“Just one?”
Arthur
and James both let out a burst of laughter.
Amelia
was sure she should feel embarrassed. She was lying on the bed naked while both
Arthur and James were fully clothed. She'd just lost control of her body.
Instead of mortification her mind felt strangely lazy, disconnected from her
body, almost like a river, her thoughts the water flowing freely past her body,
the stones and plants of the river bed, connected, sharing sensations,
distinctly different, yet one with the other. A small laugh burst from her as
she realized how fanciful she was being.
Her
body shifted as James rolled next to her on the bed. Stretching his tall frame
out beside her, he rested his head upraised upon one hand, tracing the other
over Amelia's body. Highly sensitized, Amelia felt the roughened surface of
James's fingertips as they passed over each of the hairs on her arm.
“I
can't believe I'm finally touching you”
Amelia
couldn't really believe it either. James was touching her, and Arthur (not for
one moment could she forget), Arthur was there, too, was watching them, his eyes
following the movement of James's hand as he lifted his own to untie his
cravat. No concentration was given to the task, the knots of silk sliding free
agonizingly slowly.
Amelia
was mesmerized as the cloth was slowly lifted, revealing a hint of Arthur's
chest. She watched as he slowly slid the buttons free of their holes. She
watched as he undid each cuff. When the shirt was parted, she released the
breath she'd been holding and looked her fill.
Arthur
was glorious. Maybe she would have felt this way whatever his body looked like,
but Amelia was inclined to believe that Arthur was supremely male and therefore
supremely beautiful. His skin was naturally a shade or two darker than hers, not that that was difficult given her pale white,
freckled skin tone.
It
looked as if his skin would be smooth to the touch, not soft and giving like
hers, but polished and inviting of pressure to test its resilience.
The
dusting of dark hairs created fascinating patterns, drawing the eye to small
brown nipples, and creating a trail down to the groin.
Oh
my God! While Amelia had been admiring the view revealed by the removal of
Arthur's shirt, he had unfastened his trousers and dropped both them and his underclothes.
His
privates were on display. Oh my God!
Amelia
gasped. Did all men look like this beneath their trousers? She risked a look at
James. There was a significant bulge there, too. Well, at least she now
understood how her husband's “manhood” was going to go inside her. Wait a
minute. That was going inside her?
Fear
must have shown on her face as James leaned over to kiss her, whispering that
everything was going to be all right, so good, perfect in fact.
“I
can't wait.” Amelia wasn't sure if Arthur was speaking to her or James. No
response was needed as Arthur climbed onto the bed, gently eased her legs wider
apart and settled between them. This was it then.
She
felt his weight ease down onto her body, the heat of his skin a warming
comfort.
He
placed a few kisses randomly across her face and upper body, and
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