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I have thought of a way.”  

Chapter Five
    Soon Catherine stood naked in the eyes of her two lovers; her kirtle, under-kirtle and sheer chemise discarded on the ground beside her.
    She smiled as an awestruck Gerald, seeing her nude, curvaceous body for the first time, stared at her in blatant admiration. Then he parted his full, luscious lips and uttered words that she’d heard often throughout the course of her lifetime.
    “Have ye gone completely daft?”
    She never grew tired of hearing these words, as they usually indicated that she had just done something wicked fun—or, in this case, that she was about to do something even more wicked fun.
    “Well my darling, ye asked me to find a way to choose between ye,” she told her intended, adding with the shrug of her markedly bare shoulders, “As I see it, this be the only way.”
    Letting loose with a whoop of agreement, a smiling Gaston stripped away his tunic and hauberk with slow, deliberate moves; revealing again the hard, toned body that Catherine so adored.
    His sense of competition immediately returning, Gerald also peeled off his bright silk tunic and his tight black pantaloons; finally displaying the massive golden body that often invaded her dreams.
    Her heated nocturnal visions came beautifully to life moments later, as her lover came forward to sweep her off her feet; cradling her voluptuous body closer than close as he knelt in the grass below them.
    Laying her trembling body in the softness of the clover filled grasses below them, Gerald covered her body with his as their arms and legs entangled.
    Seizing her lips in a passionate kiss, her intended massaged her lips with his as their tongues entangled between them, the tendrils of his heather soft golden hair falling soft across and whipping against the sensitive skin of her breasts.
    Leaning full into his kiss, she wrapped her arms around his muscled shoulders as her breasts crushed his hard muscled chest; her wandering hands feeling and stroking the hardness of his planed abdominals--before stealing downward to caress the length of his long, hard shaft.
    This move elicited a sensual growl from the throat of her beloved, whose long, wet tongue lapped the roof of her mouth as his hands coursed and massaged her back.
    “This day, my love, I plan to prove that it is I who belongs in your arms,” he hissed against her lips. “No man can please you better than I can.”
    With this he swept her up in two strong arms, his magical fingertips tickling her sides as their hips and thighs locked between them.
    “No one can love you better than I,” he repeated on a whisper, gyrating his hips salacious against hers as he buried his head in her chest.
    “Aye. We shall see about that, milord.”
    Taking Gerald’s words as something of a dare, Gaston dropped to his knees in the grass and planted a daring kiss on Catherine’s lips; then settling at her back to massage her back and shoulders as he planted sweet baby kisses on her neck—also stroking her hair in long, tender strokes as he whispered in her ear.
    “As always, milady, I am at your disposal,” he whispered, pressing his hard golden body flush against her back as he added, “Just remember the pleasure that I brought you last eve.”
    Shooting him a gem-eyed gaze that dripped with defiance, Lord Gerald secured two strong hands around Catherine’s waist and pulled her closer to him.
    “Do not simply recall your pleasure, milady,” he whispered in her other ear. “Seize it, here and now in my arms.”
    Accenting his words with delicious action, Gerald cupped his hand between her legs and stroked open her feminine folds; stroking her bulging nub as she sighed with delight. Then his free hand clasped her shoulders in a warm, protective clench as—finally and fully—he plunged his long, hard shaft to the depths of her soaking wet femininity.
    Throwing herself deep into the arms of her ardent lover, Catherine writhed wild as their hardened nipples