A Rose Between the Thornes by Raven McAllan Page A

noticed.
    “I need, oh I am...” She was incoherent as her body flamed and her senses shattered into millions of tiny pin pricks. Sophia screamed as her climax overtook her. Behind her, with one last hard thrust Jasper spilled into her, and the heat of his seed filled her.
    “Now, tis me, I cannot pull out.” Nathaniel’s voice was hoarse. “Lift off Rose, or we bear the consequences. I am ready to come.”
    What? Sophia wondered what he was talking about. Her body was heavy, and her comprehension shot with the intensity of her climax. The only result she needed now was to experience Nathaniel hot, hard, and pulsing as he came inside her cunt, and... She realized the implications.
    “Come, it will be fine.” And if not it was her responsibility. Sophia tightened her inner muscles around Nat’s cock and began to play him. This time, she wanted it all.
    “Sweet Lord, ahhh, yesss.” Nathaniel’s shout became a roar as he came, and his prick throbbed his climax inside her, filling her channel with his hot seed.
    The only sound in the room was their harsh breathing as each recovered. Eventually, Jasper stirred.
    “Breathe deep and even, Rose, do not tense up. I am about to withdraw. As much as I wish we could remain thus for an age, my arms need to recover, as does my cock.” Sophia realized Jasper had spent all the time with his weight on his arms, so as not to rest on either her or Nathaniel. Would it usually be so, or was it because of Nat’s arm?
    “The latter,” Jasper said and she jumped. She hadn’t realized she’d spoken out loud. “When he is fully recovered neither of us will give any quarter; until then, I will go easy.”
    If this is easy, heaven help us all.
    Sophia wasn’t sleepy and she had to think. Her mind was sluggish, and her body sated. She needed time to assimilate every emotion and act she had experienced. All of a sudden she had an intense desire to be alone, and realized to her horror she wanted to cry. When Jasper left her body, she started to shake and her lashes grew damp.
    “Ah, love, let me lift you from Nat, and you relax by him. I will prepare your bath.” Jasper was as good as his words. Seconds later Sophia found herself on the soft mattress with her hands untied, next to Nathaniel.
    As Jasper left the room, Nat grinned and put his uninjured arm around her.
    “That was worth being shot for, Rose.”
    She was glad he thought so. He held her close and rested her head on his chest as his hand played with her hair. Through the fine hairs that sprinkled his body Sophia could feel the steady beat of his heart on her cheek.
    As she rested next to one of her lovers, Sophia’s mind was all over the place. What had she done? Yes, she had experienced and enjoyed the best love making of her life, pushed her body and her emotions further than she had imagined was possible, but now what? Now she needed time to think without any outside influences, conscious ones or not.
    The door opened and steam swirled through the aperture. The perfumed scent of roses teased the air. “Your bath awaits, my lady.” Jasper moved to the bed and looked down on her and Nathaniel. Sophia became awkward. How did you look one of your lovers in the eye, knowing what you had been doing a few minutes earlier, while cuddled up to the other? She lowered her eyelids, embarrassed.
    “Shy, love?” Jasper asked as Nathaniel moved his arm, she presumed to allow his twin to lift her. “We have no need to be reticent with each other. Indeed I expect each of us to ever be explicit about our desires and fears.”
    He swung her into his arms and held her tight. “Comfortable?”
    Sophia nodded. She could not explain her emotions until she understood them herself.
    “Then let me play ladies maid. I will leave you to soak whilst I tend to Nat, and our bed, then aid you in your ablutions before we all sleep.”
    “Together?” Sophia found her voice.
    “Of course.” Two voices answered her.
    “You think we might