They both froze, and Edward let out a deep growl, his hands tightening in her hair as she slowly, hesitantly rubbed her cheek against his rigid flesh.
Garret kept massaging her hand, but his touch was sensual, stroking as he slowly worked his way up her arm to the buttons at the back of her dress. As she grew bolder and rubbed her face against Edwards erection, the rush of desire that burned her from within grew even hotter. Her pussy ached, and she could feel even her thighs becoming slick with her need. She loved this feeling, loved how good it felt to be touched by them and to touch in return.
Garret gently pulled the dress down from her shoulders, revealing the chemise beneath. She glanced at the mirror and froze at the erotic tableau they made. Her nipples pressed against the fabric, dark points begging to be touched. She’d never felt a man’s bare hand on them, or mouth, and wondered what it would feel like. She didn’t have to wonder for long, because both Garret and Edward were on their knees next to her, their dark and light heads reflecting in the mirror as she looked between the image and the real thing.
There was something incredibly naughty and erotic about watching them as they pulled away the last layer of clothing and revealed her breasts. They were nowhere near as large as Cassandra’s, and she felt a moment of doubt that was quickly blown away by their reaction. Both men cupped a breast, their fingers exploring her, making her shudder and moan as they plucked at her nipples, pinching her gently at first, then harder until she was twisting and writhing. It felt as if each breast had a direct line to her clit, and when Garret sealed his mouth over her nipple, she saw stars.
Together, the men helped her stand and removed the rest of her clothes with a speed that left her breathless.
Once she was completely nude, they both just stood there and stared at her in a way that had her trying to cover herself with her hands.
“Stop staring,” she whispered.
Garret took one hand, Edward the other, stopping her from shielding herself.
“We’re staring,” Edward said in a voice thick with desire, “because you are the most gorgeous thing we’ve ever seen.”
She would have protested that there were other women far more beautiful than she was, when Garret dropped to his knees before her.
Facing her sex, he slowly ran his fingertips over the golden curls covering her mound. “Such a beautiful little pussy.”
Edward stood behind her, cupping her breasts in his hands, toying with her nipples until the desire burned away her embarrassment of Garret openly inspecting her sex.
“Open up for me,” he murmured. “Let me taste you like Edward did.”
“I have a better idea,” Edward said in a voice tingled with seductive menace. “Put her legs over your shoulders. I’ll hold her.”
“What?” she squeaked while the men lifted her, so her legs lay over Garret’s shoulders, her thighs gripping his head as he buried his face in her sex.
She cried out as he positively devoured her, his tongue lashing at her clit, his teeth scraping the sensitive bud. Gripping his hair in one hand, she reached placed the other over Edward’s on her breast, enjoying the feeling of his touch even as her desire wound into a hot, tight coil in her belly with record speed. The ache between her thighs grew worse, and every ounce of her body seemed to be focused on the release that was building.
Edward twisted her nipples, hard, and that was all she needed to come apart in their arms, her body straining against their hold as her thighs shook.
Garret continued to feast on her, sticking his tongue in her still clenching channel, licking up the abundant honey spilling from her body. Edward slowed his touched, whispering in her ear how much he loved it when she climaxed, how beautiful she was, and a dozen other things that made her feel both aroused and cherished. She was so sensitive, and the rough scrape of his work hardened fingers against her nipples was too much.
“Enough,” she cried out in a weak voice, so overstimulated she was shaking.
Edward carried her back to the bed and laid her gently onto the soft pillows. Her whole body was still throbbing, and she felt strangely satisfied, yet still wanting. Eyeing the press of the men’s erections against their pants, she bit her lower lip. She wanted to see them, touch them, to give them the same gift of release that they’d given her.
It was only polite.
Moving to her knees, still nude with her hair falling around her in a riot of curls, she looked up at them and said, “May I please see you?”
The men exchanged a grin and a look before they both returned their attention to her.
“You’re looking at us know,” Garret said with a teasing grin.
She rolled her eyes at him. “Without your clothes on.”
“You want to see us, lass,” Edward growled as he fisted his large erection and gave it a hard squeeze, “then take us out yourself.”
She didn’t know who was more surprised by her boldness, but she didn’t even hesitate as she reached out and grabbed the silver buckle of his belt to draw him forward with one hand, and Garret with the other. The lamp next to the bed had been turned down to a low glow that made everything look gilded in its golden light. She wondered if they could see how her hands shook as she placed them on her thighs and took a moment to appreciate the bounty before her. Her body gave a renewed wave of heat as she took in their powerful shoulders, and how their bodies seemed to exude a maleness that called to everything female inside of her.
Biting her lower lip, she glanced up
