Chapter 4

Gregory wanted to suck Edward this time. He wanted his lover to explode and fill his mouth with his warm liquid. When they’d been squires together years before, they’d begun to pleasure each other that way. Gregory still loved the taste of Edward.

He shifted on the cot so he was above Edward. He kissed his swollen lips again, then the tip of Edward’s nose. “Lie back. I want to take you in my mouth.”

Edward’s lips curved into a sweet smile. It twisted Gregory’s heart, increased the beating pulse.

Returning the smile with one he hoped showed his wicked intent, Gregory scooted down his lover’s body, running his fingertips over Edward’s bare torso. He paused over Edward’s cock, now fully erect and curved upward. It was a beautiful sight, the big dark red head glistening with leaked pre-cum.

Gregory darted out his tongue, licking the slit. “Mmm.”

Edward moaned, his body quivering.

He enclosed just the tip in his mouth, sucking on it, cupping the ball sac in his hand. After a few moments of torturing Edward by working the tip, he slowly sucked his lover’s cock in deeper, hollowing his cheeks.

Gregory sucked him all the way to the back of his throat.

Edward’s hips rose; his fingers reached down to tangle in Gregory’s hair. He started fucking Gregory’s mouth. “God, yes.”

Gregory slipped two fingers into Edward’s hole, searching for that spot as he continued sucking his shaft.

“Gregory,” Edward groaned, tensing, his cock pouring semen down Gregory’s throat.

He lapped up any excess cum, licking Edward’s balls and thighs. Then he scooted back to the top of the cot and pulled Edward back against him.

“I love you,” Edward whispered in the dimly lit cottage.

“And I love you.” Only a short time later he heard Edward’s soft snoring. He held him tighter. “My Edward.” 2

Edward watched his wife sleep. Katherine was the most beautiful woman he’d ever known, and from the moment he’d first seen the young widow last autumn he’d vowed he’d make her his.

Her ebony hair spread out on the pillow, and he rubbed his thumb and forefinger through the soft tresses. Her dark lashes contrasted against the paleness of her cheeks. He ought to let her sleep he supposed. It would be the noble thing to do.

His gaze drifted to the tops of her breasts rising and falling under the thin sheet covering her. The outline of an erect nipple was visible. Surely, it was asking to be touched.

Edward reached beneath the sheet covering his own body and grabbed his hard cock. He rubbed the liquid forming into the tip, barely stifling the groan trying to escape his lips. Stroking along the rigid length, he continued to watch his wife. He’d had sex all night. First with Gregory and then later, when he returned, he’d made love to Katherine. Most would think he would have had enough. At least until the new night fell. Truthfully, Edward didn’t think he would ever have enough of being inside Katherine.

With his free hand he reached under the covers to play with the nipple of her left breast. He flicked it, watching her face. Her lashes fluttered, but her eyes did not open.

Releasing his erection, his fingers fanned out on her thigh, drawing circles. He inched his hand toward the springy curls of her sex.

Her lips curved slightly and a tremor shook her legs. Edward smiled at the knowledge she had awakened. Her thighs parted, allowing him easier access.

“Morning,” he said against her mouth.

“Mmm.” Katherine raised her hips a little when he probed her clit with his thumb. “Edward.”

“Yes, my love?’

Her breath shuddered. “Do we have time? The tournament?”

“‘Tis early. We can still prepare for the tournament.”

A tournament to be held that day to honor him. Knights from all over were to attend. Later they would have a feast. Edward’s household had been preparing for it for some days.

Katherine reached for his stiff cock, closing over the shaft. A jolt of pleasure tingled up Edward’s spine.

His tongue slipped inside her mouth, tangling with hers. Rising above her, he continued to stroke her slick folds, thrusting a finger into her opening.

“Ah, God, Edward,” Katherine moaned. She wrapped her legs around his waist and cupped his balls. “Take me.”

“Most definitely.” He withdrew his finger and poised his cock at her entrance, pushing in with one long thrust. For a moment, Edward did not move. He lay within her, allowing the intimacy of being joined to fill them both. Their gazes met, held. With only one other had he felt this connection. This love and lust. Another he ought to forget, but could not. Even more difficult after their shared intimacy of the night before.