The Dowager Countess (The Saga of Wolfbridge Manor Book 2) by Sahara Kelly (classic children's novels txt) 📕

own robe. She felt his hardness, an arousal she’d not anticipated, and knew that her body was responding with tears of eagerness.

Desire was rising, and she eagerly embraced it. She held a man who wanted her, who touched her with gentleness, affection and a measure of demanding passion.

Had she ever experienced this before?

Only once. And now, it was so much better, since the apprehension of a young girl was gone, leaving anticipation in its wake.

“Ohhh,” she sighed as his lips left hers to travel down her cheek to her neck and her shoulders. He spun her around, laughing, and pushed the edges of her robe apart as he set her back on her feet. She knew one breast was bared and felt her nipple harden as he stared at it. Just that look was sufficient…if he touched her…

They both froze at the sound of her bedroom door quietly opening.

“My Lady, did you…”

It was Gabriel. He too froze as he gawked at the two of them, Jeremy’s body exposed, and Gwyneth’s naked shoulders in front of him.

“I…I…I’m sorry…” He stuttered over the words, his cheeks turning crimson.

Gwyneth looked at Jeremy as he gazed at Gabriel, and a memory crept into her mind—something Mrs B had said to her.

“Try two at a time…”

“He could join us,” she whispered.

Jeremy’s lips curved. “You wouldn’t mind?”

She shook her head, and turned, leaning up against his naked chest and showing Gabriel her state of disarray. “Gabriel, will you come here, please?” She held out her hand.

Thus addressed, he paused for a brief second then shut the door, tossed the clean cloths he held onto a chair and moved to clasp her hand in his, eyes wide and darting between her body and Jeremy’s face.

“Be with us?” she asked. “If you would like to…”

His cheeks flushed and his hair flew every which way as he nodded. “I…yes…oh yes please…”

“Come then.” She drew him close and unfastened his waistcoat, and then his shirt. He had already left off his cravat, as he was wont to do in the evening, so she bared his chest with ease.

“I don’t…I haven’t…what should I do?” He looked at Jeremy helplessly.

“Whatever feels good, Gabriel. And whatever our Lady tells you. Anything she wants.” Jeremy reached out and touched Gabriel’s shoulder. “We will work it out as we go on.”

He nodded and Gwyneth felt the heat of his gaze as he looked into her eyes. “You are an amazing woman, my Lady. Touching you…it is a sensation that is indescribable.”

“Then touch me, Gabriel,” she moved a little against Jeremy and he slid her robe completely down to her waist.

“Touch her,” echoed Jeremy. “Feel how firm her breasts are, and how tightly her nipples bud as you stroke and squeeze them…”

Gabriel’s shirt fell to the floor, leaving him nude from the waist up, and displaying an expanse of rippled muscles, not to mention a sizeable distention in front of his breeches.

His hands found her, and just the look in his eyes as he cupped her breasts was enough to make a shiver of pleasure wend its way through her.

“I want to…” he licked his lips.

“Then do it,” she urged.

Leaning in, he found her with his mouth and she fell back into Jeremy’s heat. Caught between the two of them, she moved, her hips swaying, her breaths quickening and her hands on Gabriel’s thick forearms.

Not to be outdone, Jeremy’s hands slid down to her hips and pulled at her robe, opening it wide. She was naked from the neck down now, Gabriel’s mouth on her breast, his hands teasing her nipples…and now Jeremy’s hands slipping around her and finding the curls at the top of her thighs, delving through them to spread the moisture over folds of flesh that were already tingling and throbbing with excitement.

She murmured something as her head fell back onto his shoulder and her eyes closed—she was awash in sensation and every thought in her mind melted away at the caresses she received.

“Gabriel,” whispered Jeremy with a slight inclination of his head, as if he was instructing the other man.

She wanted to see, to know, but the effort of raising her eyelids was too much. Overwhelmed, she could only feel—Jeremy’s hands course their way to her breasts and Gabriel’s mouth travel down, down until she felt the shock of his kisses in the most secret of places.

Thus held in thrall, Gwyneth surrendered to their attentions, whimpering, moaning and crying out when a particularly sensitive spot was teased or licked by one or both of the eager gentlemen.

“It’s too much…” she cried out, bowing back, arching into Jeremy’s hands and Gabriel’s lips.

“Let go,” whispered Jeremy. “Let go. There’s so much more yet…”

She obeyed, unable to withstand the erotic and sensual assault of two such attentive lovers. She shattered on a muted cry, her body held back against a hard man and crushed into the face of a hungry one.

How could she not break apart with pleasure?

Shivering and shuddering, she rode out the crest of her peak, sagging as the strength left her limbs.

They swept her up and took her to the bed, shedding the few remaining clothes along the way.

She gasped, sighed and shivered at the unique sensation of two naked men surrounding her, touching her, stroking her. She reached for them, replete, yet with desires yet unsated, knowing that Jeremy was right. There was, indeed, more…

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Journal of Gwyneth, Dowager Countess, Lady of Wolfbridge - May 1818

 

If I complete this journal entry, then I am committed to its destruction if and when I ever leave Wolfbridge. I certainly cannot countenance even the thought of my words being read by another, and yet I find that I must write them. There is nobody to whom I can relate my adventures