Doing it again, she delighted in the power she held over him, her ability to give him pleasure like no one else.
A tiny bead of moisture came out of the slit at the tip, and she rubbed a curious finger over it, finding the liquid smooth and almost slippery. It reminded her of the moisture that was once again collecting between her legs, readying her for them. As she gave Edward another slow stroke, harder than before, more of the liquid came out. Leaning forward, she licked delicately at the tip. She’d heard the older women at the mill giggle about this act, and some had described it as a tiresome chore they performed for their husband while others seemed to find pleasure in the act. Rowan could understand why those women had enjoyed this.
The pure worship in Edward’s eyes as she looked up at him and sealed her mouth around his girth had her moaning deep in her throat..
Garret sat down behind her on the bed, pulling her hair back and watching her take Edward. “That’s it, love, suck him nice and deep. Use your tongue while you do it.”
She followed his instructions, more than aware of his hard length pressing into her back.
Not wanting him to feel left out, she said pulled off Edward and looked over her shoulder. “Please, Garret, let me touch you while I taste Edward.”
Garret made a strangled sound and she had to bite back a giggle as he stripped so quickly, his clothes practically flew across the room. Edward used her distraction to remove his own clothing, and soon they were both gloriously nude. Her heart raced, and she was sure she was about to pass out at the sight of the male beauty before her. Edward had more body hair than Garret, and it was much darker and thicker on his chest while Garret’s chest was bare. But he did have a light brown trail of hair that led to his straining erection. He was so aroused the curved tip was almost touching his belly.
Blushing, both curious and feeling strangely shy, she examined them from beneath her lashes. Garret’s cock was long and curved, with a distinct mushroom shape to the head. Like Edward, his erection was also wet at the tip, and when she leaned forward to take him into her mouth, it was Edward’s turn to sit on the bed and hold her hair back while she gently suckled Garret.
“Touch him,” Edward urged, “he likes it when a woman plays with his bollocks.”
Though she didn’t like thinking of Edward and Garret being with another woman, she had to admit she was grateful that the men were coaching her through this. Truly, this was the first time she’d ever been naked and alone with any man, and despite all her secondhand knowledge of the mechanics of sex, she really had no clue. It was more instinct than anything else that had her gently fondling the soft sac beneath his shaft, and she was rewarded with a hard thrust to the mouth that almost made her cough.
Pulling out, Garret gave her a wild look as he said, “I’m sorry, love. Are you all right?”
Blinking the tears out her eyes, she nodded. “Don’t stop, I want more.”
Pulling her up from the bed, she squirmed against him at the feel of his erection, slick from her mouth rubbing against her belly.
Kissing her softly on the lips, Garret asked, “How much more do you want? You are in control here, my little tigress. We will do anything you desire, and give you everything we have, but only if you let us.”
Lord but his kisses were drugging, and she found it hard to think about anything but how empty she felt, and how the cure for the ache deep inside of her was pressed against her.
“I want it all.”
“Are you sure?” Edward asked, his body practically vibrating with tension behind her. “Once we have you, we’ll never let you go.”
Unexpected tears filled her eyes as she nodded. No one other than her family had ever wanted to keep her. She was the poor, scrawny woman with a big nose and oddly pale hair and eyes who was good enough for a fumble in an alley, but not to love. Not to take home and make their wife. One of the older ladies that worked at the factory with her told Rowan once that the best she could hope for in life was to be a rich man’s mistress, or a beggar’s wife.
Garret reached out and brushed a tear off her cheek with his thumb. “Why are you crying?”
“It’s just…” Her throat closed up on her tears, and she had to struggle to clear it. “No one has ever wanted me like you do. No one beside my family has every looked at me like I was someone important, treated me like I was worth something. When you look at me, I feel…” She hesitated, not wanting to use the ‘l’ word. “You make me feel cherished.”
Edward’s brawny arms wrapped around her from behind as he gently rolled them
