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Chapter 39
Chapter 39
…. Ours….
…. and there…. I hold….
…. and I make her wait.
The juddering in her hips vibrates through my hands. Her eyes flick to Michael, now naked, his shaft
twitching upright….
…. He’s waited for this….
He too stands over her, her eyes following him as he stands close, his erection hovering by her face.
It’s equally clear what he intends.
Leaning in, I exhale over her, parting her pussy lips wide with my fingers, breathing my heat over
already-heated flesh. One finger slipped inside her, I circle against the ring of muscle, stretching her,
keeping the movement languid, enjoying the grasp and snatch of her response, the feel of it, the sight
of it and then….
…. As I hear her whispered ‘Please….’
….as I replace finger with mouth….
…. the taste of it….
She’s hot and succulent, tasting of citrus and the ocean, and as I delve her folds with my tongue, she
wails and strains. Long strokes, the length of her, from clutching pussy to the small spike of her clit, I
lave her.
With the tip of my tongue, I nudge at her bud, circling and winding it in tiny circles. She bows up, her
weight suddenly on my back as she rises on the soles of her feet, and as her pelvis lifts, her entrance is
there for me, easy and open. Pressing in, my mouth planted around her gushing cunt, I drive in,
tongue-fucking her and loving her cries.
Above me, there’s movement; Michael straddling her, his voice, “That’s more like it. Now, let’s hear you
make that noise again.”
Happy to oblige….
…. and I fasten over her stiff red bud, suckling gently….
She convulses and yells in one long satisfying scream, and a chuckle passes overhead. “That’s just
what I had in mind.”
Sucking and lapping, I grip tight against her convulsing movement until, abruptly, her sound is cut off.
That’s his cock in her mouth….
Muffled cries still break through as I prod with my tongue tip at the sweet spot she has at the base of
her clit. Michael’s voice comes again. “Now, look at me. I want to see that expression James was
talking about.”
It’s difficult to smile with a mouthful of vibrating pussy, but nonetheless, I break out into a grin, my chin
and nose awash with tangy, pungent juices. Her cries have subsided, but the tension in her is rising….
…. and in me….
The pulse is throbbing behind my ears and in my groin. I want to be inside her, but even more, I want
my mouth planted around her streaming pussy when she climaxes….
And it’s a-coming….
Above me, Michael is moving slightly but rhythmically, obviously face-fucking her. Either side of my
head, her strained thigh muscles are trembling, and that tremble resonates down through my shoulders
and spine. It’s part of the reason this is one of my favourite positions. I can feel the rise of the Rush in
her.
And now it’s there, coiling within, winding up inside her. Planting my mouth more firmly over her,
reaching in as deeply as I can, her muscles twitch, and the twitching grows….
She’s on the edge….
….
….
What’s the best way to push her over?
And I’m about to slide a finger into her ass when Michael, still thrusting, speaks again.
“Not today,” he says, “but one day, I’m going to try deep-throating you, just to see how it works out. I’d
really like to push my cock in all the way, hilt myself to your lips....”
And she falls….
The vibration over my lips grows to a pulsation, her pussy spasming into orgasm. Thighs stretched taut,
her hips bucking as I press tight with my face, she’s howling.
And as she jerks and pistons against me, I hear Michael again. “I love watching you come….”
He breaks for a moment, huffing, then, “I’d love to just spill myself inside you right now, but….” Then
with a groan…. “…. Oh, what the hell…”
Her wails are suddenly cut short, but Michael groans.
And from my anchorage against Charlotte’s still welling, jumping pussy, I grin again.
This is just what they both needed….
After some while….
…. some considerable while….
…. she relaxes, she relaxes down against the mattress and for a few seconds, all I hear is two sets of
heavy breathing. I’m aching to get inside her, but the curtain isn’t down yet on the drama. Suppressing
the urge to simply spear her, I sit back to let it run its course.
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a moment, his voice soft, almost tranquil, “I’ve missed this, you know; the sheer fun of being with you.”
The two rustle and move….
Kissing?
…. before Michael, now kneeling up, still astride her, twists to look back, his smile wicked. He gives me
a wink. I flash brows back at him.
“I think your Master wants to fuck you now.” As he swings a leg across, he comments, “I’ll enjoy
watching you fuck together.” Then he pours himself a glass of wine, sitting on a side-chair.
Making a point of being noisy about it as I rip the foil….
Keep her relaxed….
…. and safe….
…. and fit the condom.
I fucking hate the things….
…. but if that’s the price to have my Jade-Eyes….
She’s still flat on her back, pliant, relaxed but her legs hanging awkwardly over the edge of the bed. As
I kneel, then dock myself again her entrance, her hips swivel and her legs lock around my waist
And while my cock wants to fuck, I want to make love….
As I lean in, towards her and inside her, her hand reaches out towards my face. I reach to kiss the
fingers. Inside, I angle to pleasure her, to massage her in a slow tempo, that eternal dance of the flesh
that is one of the crowning glories of experience.
Her face is soft, almost innocent, taking me back to that first night, when I took her, not realising as I did
it, that she had taken me.
I lean in further, almost lying on her now, but taking my weight. Close enough now that I can dip my
head, to touch our lips, we drift together, meeting at mouth and chest and loins.
My blood is singing, shimmering through my veins as I revel in the long, liquid pull of her. Moving faster
now, she matches me, stroke for stroke. I wrap my arms around her, clasping her to myself while she
tightens the grip of her thighs around my body.
Pounding at her, pistoning in, she screams with every thrust, a blow inside her that must be that
strange mix of pleasure-pain I know she craves….
My climax is shocking, violent; spearing through me as I plunge into her. The blood roaring inside my
head, I think I cry out. Pressing in, squeezing her tight. I fling my head back then down again in
ecstasy-agony as I pulse and spill….
…. And finally, gasping and dripping sweat, collapse on top of her.
A glass pushes at me; Michael offering me wine. “Um, yes, thanks. Just give me a minute.”
As the battering inside my chest subsides, suddenly conscious that I’m crushing her with my weight, I
roll to one side then stare at the ceiling, chest heaving.
Has it worked?
Shifting my eyes to Michael, to Charlotte and back. “You two good now?”
She doesn’t speak, but her answering smile is soft and bright. Michael’s voice and face are clear.
“Yeah, we’re good.”
“I’m pleased to hear it. I’ll have that wine now.”
Three glasses, three people, one Triad, we sit together on the bed.
And for the first time in…. too long…. It feels right. We don’t speak much. Companionable silence
seems natural.
Michael, a little hesitantly, offers her an arm. She slides in beside him, her face turning into him as he
kisses her cheek, then leaning back, he takes her lazily with him as he props himself against the
bedhead.
And feeling that once more, whatever other problems we may have, we are once more steering a clear
course, I relax and sip my wine and face tomorrow with optimism.
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