Free One Final Night by Scarlett Rush Page B

is gorgeous.
    He lifts me onto his lap so I sit facing him, slowly sliding down upon his length until it fills me and my bottom sinks against his thighs. He has his hands beneath me to manoeuvre me slowly up and down. I am soaking him but I feel no embarrassment. Everything seems so intimate and compassionate. I gaze into his blue eyes even though I can’t see an inch in front of my face. He lifts me off and lays me flat down across the bed, my chin nearly over the edge before I place my hands under to support it. He lies upon me and slips into me once more. Even now it still feels like the first time that night.
    I smell it before anything else – just a faint salty tang under my nose. I hadn’t known anyone else was there. A large hand goes to my head and then a finger runs down my cheek, almost to check it is me, since my other lover’s face is so close to mine. Then it is pressed at my lips and I open up for it. Immediately I realise the size. My jaw will only just stretch to take him in. Before my fingers reach out to grip him I already know it must be Patrick. My mouth and tongue greet him like an old friend. Before, there had been trepidation about him coming but not now. My fingers stroke up to his belly and beyond to find that he too is naked. Again this nudity is a comfort that has me glowing. It means he has come to make love to me, not to ravish me. Now I have two servants to serve me. I am her ladyship in the hothouse.
    The first of the two goes slow and deep, pressing and grinding to my bottom to move inside me. I do my best to measure my attentions on Patrick, trying not to gobble and slurp, although the temptation is there. At one point I have to rest and my naughty lover grabs an opportunity in the dark and closes his mouth over his comrade. I can feel the bulge of his cheek against my own. I wonder if Patrick even realises who is giving him this treat!
    I am put on my hands and knees. I keep Patrick in my mouth while the other keeps up his deep, gentle rhythm, savouring me. Our movements are fluid, synchronised. The sound of our wet rudeness fills our confines. I feel free, uninhibited, ecstatic. My lover lifts me upright, my back to his chest. He holds my breasts and somehow Patrick knows to bend and suck them for me. Then my lover slips from me and I am manoeuvred onto Patrick as he lies flat, straddling him and sinking down, my excitement still flowing and allowing this huge invasion.
    I shriek in gleeful victory as I stretch open to take him all. I ride him and don’t care that my gasps are coming so audibly now. The climax seems ongoing, but I am just about able to retain the momentum of my movements. I have one hand on his chest and one gripping my other lover’s hardness, using them both to give me purchase. Then something magical happens. I realise I want the other inside me, but not this time in my mouth. I want to have them both the way her ladyship would. Maybe the thought is transferred telepathically, or maybe he gets it from the way I pull gently on him, urging him down. Maybe he just knows this is what I would want.
    I lie flat with my cheek on Patrick’s chest and he strokes my hair. I have a passing thought about that day in the stables, when his shirt was undone at the top showing the hairs on his chest, yet now he is smooth. My other lover grips my behind. I feel his tip at my little place and I suck my breath in. Then he is pressing forward and I am opening. There is a flash, maybe of pain, maybe euphoria. The bliss is now impossible to quantify. The joy of his slow slide while I am already filled is unmatchable. These are new pleasure zones I wasn’t aware of possessing, ones of startling sensitivity. It might be too much for me. Even if he just stays still I may not be able to stop the sweep from blacking me out, but he is already moving back in readiness for another slide forward.
    Patrick holds me tight and together they fuck me. It is so wonderful it has to be a dream –