Silent Surrender by Abigail Barnette

behind her and his mouth brushed down the side of her throat, sucking and nibbling as his arms wrapped around her waist. The comfortable weight of his arms girdled her belly, his hands tantalizingly close to her mound.
    The anticipation alone was nearly enough to bring her to release. When Jude pulled off his shirt and their skin finally met, she sobbed aloud. There was no going back now, she was certain. Finally she would have Jude as she had wanted him for years, since before he’d denied her a kiss in the garden.
    Yet she could not imagine this without Esau, without his hard body behind her, supporting her as Jude’s hands skimmed down her sides and up again to cup her aching breasts. Was it greedy of her, to want them both? To want them both to bring her pleasure, and take pleasure in her body?
    Jude’s cock strained at the front of his trousers; she could feel it against her belly, and Esau moved his hands away quickly, as though he were afraid to touch it. She almost laughed at the absurdity of it. After all, she was the newly initiated maiden.
    At her back, Esau’s chest rumbled, and Jude’s eyes darkened with desire. He dropped to his knees before her and kissed across her belly, the hair on the top of his head brushing her breasts. Suddenly Esau lifted her and to her shock, Jude hooked her legs over his shoulders. He looked into her eyes and held her gaze as he slowly lowered his mouth over her. Her thighs quivered and she rose in Esau’s arms, grateful for his strength. Jude’s mouth felt so different from Esau’s, and the difference shocked her. Esau devoured her like a starved man, while Jude was maddeningly delicate, nibbling and sucking over her nether lips, tracing long patterns up and down her slit. Esau spoke again and Jude lifted his head, then, parting her with his fingers, he found her bud and sucked the whole of it into his mouth, his tongue swirling over her. She could not hold back her startled cry and her body bucked between them.
    Esau’s tongue laved over her earlobe, down her neck. He’d taken his shirt off, but when, she could not say. She felt the heat of his skin at her back and the crisp hair over his chest, and she wondered for a moment if what she was doing wasn’t entirely too wicked. Surrounded by them, it seemed far too exciting to bear. She had wanted this, had wanted both of them, but the intensity of the moment—resting her weight on Esau, feeling her body grow wetter under Jude’s mouth—seemed all too much. Her body tightened with a ferocity that terrified her and the fingers of one hand clawed into the back of Esau’s neck while the other hand fisted in Jude’s hair. He raised his eyes to hers and the hunger she saw there seared her to the bone as he sucked and flicked over her. When her crisis came, she could not tear her gaze from his and the intimacy bared her soul entirely, leaving her to sob at the flood of emotion between them.
    Esau lifted her from Jude’s shoulders and scooped her up in his arms. Her sex throbbed, an aching emptiness. When he lowered her to the floor but did not cover her body, she moaned in frustration. She want him inside of her, wanted Jude, wanted to cling to them and cry out with them, to surrender to them completely. Jude took off his shoes and stepped out of his pants and Honoria moaned again, seeing him so completely bare.
    “Beautiful,” she signed, and held her arms out to him.
    He settled between her thighs and propped himself on one arm, signing in reply, “You first.”
    She frowned at him. Were there tears in his eyes?
    “I never…before,” he signed.
    Honoria’s heart felt as though it might stop. “You virgin?”
    He leaned his forehead against hers and reached between them to guide himself into her body. The first touch stole her breath. His cock slipped in and he shivered above her, seemingly overcome with the sensation. He moved forward slowly, his face a mask of concentration as he pushed as deep as he could and she