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A Stroke Of Midnight :: Гамильтон Лорел
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“From the side it is,” Galen said.
“I’ll need my head propped up if we’re going to do it like that,” I said.
“We can mound the towels up,” Galen said.
“Let me be Merry’s pillow,” Kitto said. “Rest your head in my lap, Princess.”
The rest of us exchanged a glance, and the glance was enough. “Okay,” I said.
Kitto’s smile was bright, and so very happy. Such a small thing to cause him such pleasure.
Nicca moved his head back down my body, his hands encircling my thighs again. “Now, where were we?”
My mouth suddenly dry, I asked, “Isn’t Galen supposed to be up here?”
“I won’t last in your mouth if you’re screaming an orgasm around me. I just won’t. Let him bring you, then Kitto and I will go where Nicca wants us.”
I might have argued for Galen to come closer sooner, but Nicca’s mouth found me again, and his tongue and lips stole my words, stole my breath, and finally stole the world away. For a few precious moments, I forgot that we were in danger, that there was a throne to win, or that there was anything but Nicca’s mouth between my legs. His mouth and my body became pleasure, as if there were no skin, no bones, nothing solid, only the overwhelming shivering joy of orgasm.
CHAPTER 33
WHEN MY EYES STOPPED ROLLING BACK INTO MY HEAD SO THAT I could see again, Nicca was grinning up at me. “That was a good one.”
I still couldn’t talk, so I nodded.
“You’re good,” Galen said.
“I have never talked to Biddy about sex. You run into a few women, now and then, who won’t let you do this.”
My voice didn’t sound like mine when I said, “They’re mad.”
“Perhaps, but just in case it’s the last, I wanted it to be good.”
I had a little trouble focusing, but finally managed it. “I don’t want to send you to her bed with regrets.”
He came to his knees, and then climbed over my body until he could lay his nakedness along my own. The feel of his testicles pressed tight against where his mouth had just been made me writhe underneath him.
He stared down at me, supporting his upper body on his arms, but keeping his lower body pressed tight against me. No matter how gentle a lover, the look in his eyes was the look of every man, eventually. That knowledge, that fierce joy, that they have given you pleasure, and now they get to take their own.
“From the side it is,” Galen said.
“I’ll need my head propped up if we’re going to do it like that,” I said.
“We can mound the towels up,” Galen said.
“Let me be Merry’s pillow,” Kitto said. “Rest your head in my lap, Princess.”
The rest of us exchanged a glance, and the glance was enough. “Okay,” I said.
Kitto’s smile was bright, and so very happy. Such a small thing to cause him such pleasure.
Nicca moved his head back down my body, his hands encircling my thighs again. “Now, where were we?”
My mouth suddenly dry, I asked, “Isn’t Galen supposed to be up here?”
“I won’t last in your mouth if you’re screaming an orgasm around me. I just won’t. Let him bring you, then Kitto and I will go where Nicca wants us.”
I might have argued for Galen to come closer sooner, but Nicca’s mouth found me again, and his tongue and lips stole my words, stole my breath, and finally stole the world away. For a few precious moments, I forgot that we were in danger, that there was a throne to win, or that there was anything but Nicca’s mouth between my legs. His mouth and my body became pleasure, as if there were no skin, no bones, nothing solid, only the overwhelming shivering joy of orgasm.
CHAPTER 33
WHEN MY EYES STOPPED ROLLING BACK INTO MY HEAD SO THAT I could see again, Nicca was grinning up at me. “That was a good one.”
I still couldn’t talk, so I nodded.
“You’re good,” Galen said.
“I have never talked to Biddy about sex. You run into a few women, now and then, who won’t let you do this.”
My voice didn’t sound like mine when I said, “They’re mad.”
“Perhaps, but just in case it’s the last, I wanted it to be good.”
I had a little trouble focusing, but finally managed it. “I don’t want to send you to her bed with regrets.”
He came to his knees, and then climbed over my body until he could lay his nakedness along my own. The feel of his testicles pressed tight against where his mouth had just been made me writhe underneath him.
He stared down at me, supporting his upper body on his arms, but keeping his lower body pressed tight against me. No matter how gentle a lover, the look in his eyes was the look of every man, eventually. That knowledge, that fierce joy, that they have given you pleasure, and now they get to take their own.