Free Duty to Love by Morgan King

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