Duty to Love (9 page)

He
danced his fingertips across her nipples, watching them contract tightly as
they had earlier, tracing the patterns of puckered skin in delight.

 
Watching other officers fuck whores and the
brief gropes he had managed in his haste as an eager lad were nothing compared
to the experience of savoring Amelia's breasts.

As
she gave a low moan his heart soared. He knew without a doubt that in this
moment he was the one giving her pleasure.

Unable
to resist, he leaned forward to rub his cheek along the plump curve of the
breast closest to him. Her breasts were so beautifully firm that they retained a
gently peaked shape even with her body lying on the bed.

She
shuddered as he grazed his stubble against her soft skin. James did it again
and again, loving how responsive she was. Once she was distracted her tension
had all but vanished. James glanced down to see Arthur pressing his cock
forward again.

James
had been surprised to discover how much he enjoyed watching others fuck. He'd
been faithful to Amelia in body, experiencing little temptation to partake
whilst he could indulge in voyeurism. Being this close to the action, though,
and knowing it was Amelia he watched, was threatening his control. He actually
feared his seed might spill before he got to discover if Amelia would let him
also consummate their relationship fully. He had to squeeze his groin muscles
tight as he watched Arthur rock his hips forward and back in short increments.
The first couple of inches of his cock were now lost to sight, with the
remaining six or so inches visibly pulsing.

Determined
to lend Amelia the relief of pleasure, James never let his hands stray from her
breasts. As Arthur's movements appeared to grow more forceful James slipped a
nipple into his mouth and began to suck with gentle pulls. It was heavenly until
he was jolted by Arthur thrusting and burying himself to the hilt in Amelia.

“Ah
God, no ... Damn it! No, no, no.”

It
looked like Arthur wasn't going to be able to get a rhythm going at all.
Shocked, James watched as Arthur lost control, shuddering and jerking in the
throes of orgasm. If he'd had any doubts as to the intensity of Arthur's
feelings for Amelia the sight of Arthur losing control dispelled them.

Arthur
rolled to the side and collapsed, breathing rapidly while visibly trying to
recover.

“I'm
sorry, Arthur, I'm sorry.”
 
Amelia’s
mumbled words were barely audible.

James
dimly registered that Amelia felt herself to blame. Did she think that Arthur
hadn't enjoyed making love to her, that something had gone wrong? A quick
review of the scene that had played out before him led James to believe that
Amelia must have misinterpreted Arthur's curses.

“It's
all right, love. Arthur isn't angry. Well if he is, it's only with himself. He
would have wanted it to last longer.
To make it good for
you.”

“Oh,
so it's not always like that? There's something more?”

“ Yes
,
there's more.” James was very pleased there was more, “I'd really like to show
you, if not now, then when you've had some sleep, although first I think Arthur
might like to try and make things up to you.”

At
James's words Arthur drew away the arm covering his eyes. He looked a little
confused, although that could just be that he was still dazed from orgasm.

“If
it were me I'd want to soothe any tenderness, preferably with kisses.” James
tried to be reasonably subtle without shocking Amelia. When Arthur still didn't
he move he got up to fetch a wet cloth himself, returning to clean Amelia. She
moved to shut her legs, obviously uncomfortable with being tended to.

“
Shh
, let me. I want to look after you,” James soothed
Amelia as he wiped away the visible signs of her pain. Was it wrong that he was
aroused not just by the sight of her plump folds and crevices, but the evidence
of her virginity?

Throwing
the cloth aside, he was just bending to kiss Amelia intimately when Arthur
nudged his side. “Let me make amends.”

James
didn't hesitate to move. Yes, he was still unbearably aroused, desperate for
relief, but he also felt privileged to be sharing this wedding night with Arthur
and Amelia. Once he had seen them together, and realized that Amelia was not
the girl of his imagination but a woman in love with another man, he knew that
his best hope for his own happiness was that Amelia would prove to have enough
love for two men. He appreciated that they would all have to do a degree of
accommodating. He hoped Arthur might know what he was doing and leave Amelia
pleased and ready to receive him.
 

****

Arthur
settled himself between Amelia's thighs, still feeling a little shaky. He
couldn't quite believe he'd lost all control like that. In that moment of
entering Amelia, it had felt so right, as if everything he'd ever wanted was
wrapping itself around him. The pleasure of his heart had overtaken his body.
He only hoped he could now make it up to her.

He
caressed the delicate skin of her thighs, working his way slowly to her apex.
He was determined to tease and to take his time. It was no hardship; her soft
curls made for ideal play. He twined them around his fingertips, giving an
occasional tug. He gently pulled apart her lips to reveal the soft pink bud
standing out for his attention. Juicy, he'd never seen anything so juicy.

There
was already a slight sheen once again coating the softly textured skin of her
vulva, the smoother skin of her hood and glossy jewel nestled beneath.
 
Arthur felt a wave of relief wash through him.
He hadn't scared or hurt her so badly as to stop her from becoming aroused.

Unable
to resist any longer, Arthur gave Amelia a first lick full of intent,
determined to give her pleasure, determined to fulfill the anticipation of that
first taste.

“
Mmmm
, her cream is delicious.” No harm in sharing the
wonder with James.

He
stroked and rubbed his tongue against the skin that must be sore, around her entrance
where he'd forced his way in so roughly. Plunging his tongue in felt nearly as
good as driving his cock in. Better, emotionally. Amelia was whimpering in time
with each thrust, and her cream was pouring onto his tongue. He needed to
swallow, take a breath.

Could
she climax like this? Arthur was prepared to worship at her all night, but more
than anything else wanted to give her pleasure again. Replace any lingering
memories of pain with the anticipation of rapture. Focus on her hot spots, not
get distracted—that's what he needed to do.

He
concentrated on his hands, currently curled around her thighs, holding her open
to him. He released one leg, sliding his right hand up, inserting a finger at
her gate as he laved her clit. She clenched on him. God, she was tight even on
just one finger. It was a squeeze to fit the second one in. In and out, forward
and back, it was as much as he could do to concentrate on a rhythm. There was
no steadiness to the movement of his hips grinding his once-again rock hard
cock into the bed.
Soon.
If Amelia didn't peak soon he
was going to lose it before her.
Again.

****

It
was surreal, so surreal. Amelia could hardly believe what was happening to her.
Being bedded she'd expected, even if she hadn't know precisely what to expect,
but this... Arthur was licking her like a cat lapping up cream, and James was
there, too, watching. Her body certainly liked the idea: where Arthur caressed
her was a riot of sensation, but every time she thought of the three of them
doing this together she felt close to bursting, as she had before.

It
was building within her, the expectation swelling; she was going to climax—that's
what they'd called it. It was coming. Her climax was coming.

“Please.”
The word fell from her lips uncalled for.

“Please
what, my love?” Arthur broke from his attentions, clearly desperate to hear
what she needed.

“Don't
stop, oh please don't stop.” Amelia could barely breathe straight.

“She's
nearly there, Arthur, so beautiful,” James said.

“It's
coming!” Immediately she said the words her body was racked with tremors as a
powerful climax overtook her. It seemed like long minutes of pure feeling
before her body went lax. Arthur continued to stroke her, James, to praise her.
Telling her how pretty she looked, with her body all flushed, how they loved
that she let go of herself for them, how he couldn't wait to be inside her,
too.

Amelia
jolted. “James, I'm really sorry. I want you. It's not that I don't. I'm just
not sure I can take anymore. I don't mean to be cruel.”

Everything
had been so perfect, apart from the physical discomfort, that was
,
 
and
Amelia couldn’t
bear for James to feel unwanted, but her body felt wrung out.
Relieved of tension, sated, too sensitive to receive more
attention.

****

“No,
no it's all right.” James tried to make the lie as convincing as he could. He
could take care of his own needs for tonight. It would take little more than a
minute of reliving the sight and sound of Amelia in the throes of orgasm. The
main thing was that Amelia had been open to the three of them together. Lost in
thought James was sure he'd missed something vital when he caught Amelia's next
words.

“So maybe
I could please you in that way?”

“Sorry,
please me in what way?”

“I .
. . I just thought because Arthur did it that maybe you might like it to, that
it might mean that it was something I could do in reverse. I should never have
said—forget I said anything.”

“Do
you mean you want to pleasure me with your mouth?” said James, finally
comprehending what Amelia had been alluding to, yet not quite able to believe
it.

James
loved Amelia for many reasons, but he could never have anticipated how openly,
uninhibitedly sensual she was. If he had, he would never have been able to
leave for the army. He definitely would have begun a campaign to seduce her and
convince her to elope. “I think I might die and go to heaven, if that is what
you meant.”

For
answer Amelia came to her knees beside his hips and sank forward to place
kisses on the tip of his cock.

“Oh
yes, love, kiss it ...
lick
it ... suck it.”

“Like
this?” Amelia leaned farther forward opening her mouth to envelop James's cock,
before vigorously sucking it.

“Oh yes, perfect.
My
balls,
touch my balls.”

Amelia's
movements faltered. Had he gone too far? Then he felt her dainty hand guided to
his testicles by Arthur's larger hand, which was quickly removed once he has
shown Amelia what James had meant.

After
all that had gone before, there was no way he was going to last. Desperately,
he pulled his cock through the exquisite torture of Amelia's sucking lips. Just
in time. His seed spurted out, landing in splatters across his belly as he let
out a rough groan for what seemed like minutes as the pleasure of orgasm went
on and on.

“Oh.”
The feel of Amelia's fingertip gently dipping into the milky white liquid
caused his cock to twitch and pulse.

“You
can taste if you like. Not quite as sweet as you taste, but try.” James felt
free to suggest his darker desires with this unrestrained version of
Amelia
 
knowing
how
much it would excite Arthur as well as himself.

Amelia
swirled her finger round slowly, scooping up the milky white fluid, before
lifting it to her mouth. James held his breath. One lick, a thoughtful
expression, then. . . Oh, God! She was licking him clean. He felt intimately
acquainted with heaven.

****

Arthur
palmed his cock as he watched Amelia. As soon as he'd tasted her, his blood had
begun to head south again. Watching her minister to James had him beyond hard.
The sight of her tongue lapping up James's seed inflamed him so, he couldn't
resist touching himself, tugging his flesh to relieve the pressure.

If
she actually liked the taste, as her actions indicated, then he knew exactly
what he wanted to happen next.

“Amelia.”

No
response to show she'd heard him.

“Amelia, sweetheart.”

She
raised her eyes, taking a second to refocus, her gaze caught by his cock in hand.

“I
could do with some assistance.”

She
gave one last lingering lick to James, who lay replete, completely unmoving,
before climbing over to kneel before Arthur.

“In my mouth?”

“Yes.
Please.”

Arthur
guided his staff in, careful not to drive too far. He rubbed the head against
the soft roof of her mouth. She licked the underside with her tongue.

“Good
girl.”

Arthur
restrained himself from plunging in. Surely this time he could enjoy the
sensation of being within Amelia.
The feel of her little
tongue swirling over the head of his cock.
The
suctioning pressure of her soft lips.
The increasing wetness as she
worked him over.