“Now, my Gwen,” she whispered, bringing her lips close to mine, tongue tracing the line of my lower lip, sending bolts of pleasure zinging to my clit. “It’s time you come for me.”
Her fingers settled onto my clit at the moment she spoke. My body erupted in wanton answer, orgasm rolling out in a shockwave that left me gasping, eyes watering from the intensity, muscles fluttering. I met her eyes in astonished bewilderment and she gave me a broad, charmed smile.
“Well, darling, that was unexpected, but absolutely delicious.” I blushed, the tips of my ears warming, and she pulled me to her for a soft, reassuring kiss. “I told you we’d get there,” she whispered against my lips and I shivered in memory of that promise. My blush deepened when Connor reached over her, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“That. Was. Damn. Exquisite.” A hush of awe shredded his voice to a sexy burr and I trembled again. Overwhelmed I burrowed into her, burying my head against the curve of her neck, pressed my lips to her pulse. Elizabeth wrapped me up in her arms and Connor wrapped both of us up in his longer reach. The exhaustion of the day dragged at me; I’d been awake since well before dawn. When I began to drift, I felt her press her lips to my brow, shifted when the bed dipped, hear Connor blow out the candles. A blanket settled over us and Connor’s arms returned. I could feel Elizabeth’s smile against my cheek, knew my own lips curved to match, and surrendered to sleep knowing tomorrow would be amazing.
Chapter 9
Catechumen
I woke wrapped around Elizabeth, my hand under hers on the flat of Connor’s stomach. She was awake, her body reacting to mine with a slow wiggle. I nuzzled my face into her neck, breathing her in, earning a soft chuckle. She nudged back into me and I rolled back, smiling as she followed me, urging me from bed. We made our way silently from the room, leaving Connor deep asleep, padding naked into the kitchen. Not for the first time I silently blessed Elizabeth’s old cottage with its AGA range and its gentle, constant warmth. She pulled me to her, stealing my breath with a hungry kiss, and I slid my arms around her waist for balance.
“I want to do something today, and would like your help, Gwen, if you would enjoy it.” Her eyes held mine, serious and searching.
“I’m always will—”
She pressed her lips to mine. “Shh. Don’t answer until I explain what I would like.” She examined my face, watching, as she explained her desire, her wish. Arousal coiled through me by the time she finished and she met my eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. Elizabeth chuckled softly, tracing the line of my jaw with a finger. “I do adore how clearly your desire shows on your face, my Gwen.” I blushed. “Shall we go wake Connor up, together?”
“Yes,” I answered, my cheeks darkening further at my husky voice. She smiled, eyes twinkling, and we returned to the man still sleeping soundly in Elizabeth’s bed.
* * * *
Connor had rolled onto his side while we talked, taking over the middle of the bed, an arm outstretched. Moving as Elizabeth’s mirror image I slid behind him. My belly fluttered with nerves and anticipation. She settled herself along his length, hip to hip, breasts pressed to his chest. I mimicked her, spooning against his back. Connor’s body glowed with heat; his arms closed automatically around Elizabeth, face nuzzling into the crook of her shoulder, hips twitching against the pressure of her body. He exhaled in his sleep when my body eased into place.
I didn’t realize I’d caught my lower lip in my teeth until she reached over him, sliding fingers into my hair, pulling my face to hers. Our bodies shifted, skin sliding, caressing him, and he stirred between us as she kissed my lip free of my teeth. Lost in the taste of her my nerves settled; my hand slid down the slope of his body, following the lines where their skin met, fingers mapping the differences. I’d never had a man for a lover; every part of this morning would be a learning experience.
“Oh god, don’t stop,” he whispered when she began to withdraw from me. She nipped the fullness of my lip and smiled as she turned her attention to him. She captured his mouth in a deep, hungry exploration, earning a low groan that rumbled through his back into me. I jumped when he slid a hand back to grasp my hip, pulling me more firmly against him as he pulled Elizabeth tighter.
I watched in fascination as they kissed, the same deep, owning kiss I’d witnessed before. I could feel it through my entire body, that he kissed with every inch of himself. She kissed the same way, and a part of me, that unresolved aspect I’d felt hanging for three weeks just let go. She was his. He was hers, just as much if not more so than I. And for the morning my hands, my mouth, my body, would adore him, treasure him, just as hers did. I pressed my lips to that sensitive skin just below his hairline. A tremor traced his spine and sent a thrill through me. He rumbled in a growl when my teeth skated down the side of his neck, not biting, but an almost sharp caress. Her hand dipped between their bodies and he arched from their kiss. My eyes met hers and she smiled. He rocked into her grasp, our lips leaving warm imprints over and over down his shoulder, opposite each other.
“Come here.” Her voice stroked my nerve endings and I leaned over him again. Connor twisted between us, broad shoulders pressing us apart briefly.
“You have to let me watch this time,” he said, voice hoarse with morning and arousal. She chuckled and we let him settle onto his back, rearranging to drape over him inside the curves of his arms. “Oh yes,” Connor groaned when we both slid a thigh over his, pinning him down.
Elizabeth pulled me back to her with a look. “Give me your hand,” she breathed against my lips. His breath caught, though whether it was at her instruction or the kiss she parted my lips with I knew not. Our hands met on his chest. Her fingers twined loosely through mine and guided my touch, our touch, over his chest. His muscles twitched, he sighed, face so close to ours as we tasted each other that his breath fanned against my cheek. Connor rested a hand tentatively against my lower back, fingers moving, I thought unconsciously, along the column of my spine. My nerves skittered, dancing like water on a hot pan.
Our fingers traced the line of his stomach down, pressing into a firmer touch; his stomach still jerked; ticklish spot. Elizabeth freed my fingers as our lips parted. “Touch him, my Gwen.” A hot flush of goosebumps raced the length of me, chased by his sharp exhale. I looked; her grip had already closed confidently around him, stroking his cock from root to tip in slow motion. I reached, let my fingers stroke the length tentatively; the heat of him chased my breath from me. Connor’s hips surged up off the bed, his fingers dug into the soft skin of my back and I jerked my hand away, eyes flying to hers then his.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered and she laughed, low and sexy.
“God don’t apologize,” he choked out and I realized the muscles of his stomach were taut.
My touch returned and he exhaled. The silken skin of his cock fascinated me, so soft over the hardness of him. His body twitched, powerful thighs tensing, flexing in reaction. I felt Elizabeth shift on the bed and her lips brushed my temple. “Some other time we’ll torture him with our mouths, my Gwen,” Connor groaned, his cock twitching in my grasp, “but not now…” She slid her leg over his thighs and I shivered, her scent filling my nose. Elizabeth sank onto his cock with a slow, torturous slide; Connor’s fingers dug into me in unconscious response. Her head fell back, lips parting in a sigh of pleasure and I rose, straddling his stomach, bringing my lips to the column of her throat.
We ground together, rocked atop him, my slick desire marking his stomach, hers enveloping him. Elizabeth brought our mouths together in a deep, searing kiss, her fingers tracing the outline of my breast, waist, and hip before skating over the gentle curve of my belly and finding my clit. I moaned deep in my throat and my hips bucked, my breath catching, when Connor’s fingers teased along the back of my thigh, searching and finding the source of my juices, sliding inside me.
“Oh fuck,” I whispered against her lips, losing track of time, of whose body was whose. Connor’s body flexed beneath both of us, fucking h
is cock up into Elizabeth, his fingers into me.
“Slide back, my darling,” she whispered, eyes smoldering, the bright, hot blue of a flame’s heart, “Tease his lips with yours.” The needy noise that came from my throat drew a sharp kiss from her and a hungry growl from Connor.
“Come here, Gwen,” he rasped, fingers slipping from me, his hands urging me to move. I shook with arousal already, body trembling. She followed, lips still on mine, leaning forward, her change in angle drawing a hoarse groan from Connor, his exhalation teasing my flushed flesh in the moment before his tongue found me. I cried out at the heat of his mouth on me, spine bowing, hips tilting to open wider, seeking more of his tongue, so different from Elizabeth’s, yet still so exquisite.
“That’s my good girl,” she whispered against my cheek, her lips sliding in a caress as she rode him, stroking him as he stroked my clit. ”Wait for me,” she ordered in a low voice, her breath catching with her own passion. The command alone pushed me to the edge and I teetered, tethered by her words, giving in to her desire, lips parting to beg wordlessly for release.
She held us both in her thrall, Connor and I, his hips lifting up into her, seating deeply, striving for her release, my hips twitching against his tongue as he fucked the length into my slick, tight cunt. He’d heard, knew, that three words would release me and kept me on the edge, my need so urgent so close to explosion, I shook in their grasp.
“Come in me, Connor,” she called him to her over my shoulder, her teeth raking my flesh. His growl into my flesh sent sparks through me, blossoms of color lighting up the inside of my eyelids, my release held by her will, so close and yet unreachable. His hands slid from my hips to hers, pulling her down onto him, and I felt the energy unleash from him. “Now,” she gasped into my ear, her body shaking against mine, driven to her own orgasm by his hot release, “come for me!”
The release ripped through me, a tidal flood let loose at her command and I cried out into the curve of her shoulder. Our bodies rocked together, contracting around each other in the tight grasp of our shared pleasure. Connor thrust one last time into both of us, his hips lifting Elizabeth into me, his tongue sending me lurching into her, a final shudder of pleasure leaving me spent and gasping.
I curled over, boneless, head falling to rest on her thigh, breasts to Connor’s stomach, gasping for breath. Elizabeth draped over me, hand stroking my head, her other arm stretching beyond my hips. Connor’s chin grazed me as he kissed her fingers.
“I need to kiss both of you,” he whispered, hot breath on my clit sending a shiver up my body. They helped me rise, my muscles quivering as I forced them to action. Elizabeth pressed herself over him, still locked intimately together, sinking into a kiss that stole their breath and mine.
“Your lips taste good,” she said as I settled alongside them. Her fingers threaded into my hair, pulling me to her and she kissed me with lips that tasted of my own juices. My clit thumped in reaction and she guided us to him, pulling me into their kiss. His arm curled around my waist, her fingers clutched at my nape and I moaned into the three-way kiss. For an eternal moment nothing existed but their lips and tongues.
Chapter 10
Contemplation
I woke to the murmurs of lovemaking. We’d fallen asleep, again, after a morning and afternoon of immersion. My lashes lifted and I watched with my breath caught in my throat, my heartbeat stumbling. Connor’s left arm lay trapped beneath my body; his fingers twitched against my spine as they moved together. Elizabeth straddled him, her thigh pressed against my belly, hand planted well about my head. “Come, Liz,” Connor whispered, their lips a breath apart, brows together, locked in a close, intimate embrace. A flush of heat rushed down my spine; they were close, oh so close.
“Come with me.” Her voice trembled, betraying how near the edge she hung. Connor’s body flexed up into her, his palm flattened against my back, fingers pressing into my soft flesh. Elizabeth smothered his low groan in a kiss deep and hungry. Their bodies trembled together; I could feel their restraint, they’re attempt to be still.
“Come for me,” I whispered, voice hoarse with sleep and arousal. Their hungry gazes slid to me; Connor’s arm scooped me closer, pulled me against them. In the space of a breath their careful movements let loose and Connor thrust up to meet Elizabeth’s hips, coming with a deep growl, his release sending her cascading. My body shimmered with arousal, pulsed with surprise at their powerful reaction, their exquisite beauty together.
She slumped boneless atop him, gasping for air. “Nice nap, my Gwen?” she asked softly, reaching out to smooth my hair from my face. I nodded and turned to graze her palm with my lips. “Good.” Elizabeth leaned over and kissed me, a slow brush of her lips against mine; did the same to Connor. “I’m going to go get some coffee going. Stay here.” The instruction was leveled at both of us with a firm tone and I laughed and dropped my head back to Connor’s shoulder.
“And when she returns it will be time for you to come for her, Gwen.” His words caught me by surprise and Elizabeth purred in response as she crawled from bed. But my body’s reaction took all three of our breaths away as an orgasm blossomed immediately on the heels of his statement, startling a cry from me. Elizabeth prowled around the bed, hungry gaze taking in my trembling frame with a smile.
“Oh, my Gwen,” she whispered, leaning down to pull me to her for a deep, sensual kiss. “That. Was. Exquisite.” Connor chuckled and Elizabeth flashed a smile at him before turning away.
We both watched her walk from the room.
“Why is she making coffee?” I asked after I managed to pull my mind back from the edge, realizing the darkness beyond the windows.
Connor reached out and lifted his cell. “I have to leave soon.”
“Oh. How long this time?” I turned to my other side at his urging and he spooned behind me. My hands sandwiched his for a moment, idly noting the difference in size.
“A while, I think,” he murmured.
I sighed. “Elizabeth’s not going to like that.”
His chuckle rumbled against my back and I traced the lines of his palm with a fingertip. “You never call her anything different, do you?” I rolled back, twisting so I could meet his eyes. “I call her Liz, even Emma calls her Beth, but I’ve never heard you call her anything but Elizabeth.”
“No, actually, I don’t.” My brows tucked together and he smiled, reaching to massage the pucker away. “It just doesn’t feel right to call her anything else.”
“Take care of her for me,” he said in a low tone, his expression suddenly serious.
“Always, Connor,” I promised. “Though I’m not sure how much good I’ll do from four hours away.”
“Tell me, if she called you and said she needed you, would you come?” His expression was so intent I shivered.
“Of course I would.”
“That’s the important part. You…,” Connor paused and held my eyes with that same gaze that weighed me the first time we met. “You feel the same for her that I do. I can see that.”
He said nothing more, just held my eyes for a moment longer before pressing his lips to mine in a soft kiss. A shiver ran through me and I felt a flutter of relief as Elizabeth’s voice reached out to us from the kitchen.
* * * *
The sun’s final explosion of color, that last vibrant reaching of orange and red, began its reluctant fade into the purples and inky blues of night; a backdrop of breathtaking beauty mostly lost on us. Connor’s departure left Elizabeth’s house feeling oddly empty, despite our own presences and we soon surrendered to a need to leave as well. Now we sat on a bluff overlooking the ocean watching the day end, night creeping across the sky behind and above us; the world pulling a dark blanket over us. A bottle of wine sat beside us, glasses dangled from loose fingers, and Elizabeth leaned back into me with a sigh.
“Three weeks,” she murmured, not for the first time, and I twined a strand of her hair around one finger absently. It was rare that his job took him
away for quite that long, in fact two weeks was the longest I could remember her ever relaying to me.
“It’s doable,” I whispered against the soft skin of her neck. “Trust me, I know.”
She chuckled, more a soft exhale of air than sound and squeezed my fingers twined with hers. “I know, I know,” she sighed.
We sat on that cusp, that edge of the world and let night fall until the stars picked themselves out against the velvet blackness. At some point we lay back on our blanket and curled together, staring up into the endlessness above. It was something we did often, surrendering to the absolute certainty that we belonged to something so vast and unfathomable, especially when life swirled into chaos. This wasn’t chaos, though, this was vacuum. I could feel her reluctance to return to her home, knew it would still echo with his presence, that his scent would still linger.
My mind turned Connor’s words from the morning over and over until Elizabeth nuzzled into the soft skin below my ear and my body shivered awake with alacrity. Her fingers danced down my spine, teased open my jeans, slid into to find my heat. I shivered as she swirled gentle, beckoning circles around my sensitive nub. “Come for me, Gwen,” she whispered and a sensual flood rippled through me, startling a gasp from my lips. She purred into my skin, pulling me, closer, fitting us together. No human heartbeat for hundreds of yards in any direction; we could do anything we wished here. I sank into her kiss, against her, groaning as her tongue slid against mine.
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