Buying The Virgin Part 1-3
Chapter 84: The Girl Who Came Back - Chapter Forty
Lowering himself, my Master dips his head, kissing the soft skin of my inner thighs. Sighing, I allow my head to fall back. Michael, sitting beside me on the bed, watches me.
“Look at me, Charlotte.”
Above me; his sun-blond hair, his beautiful eyes, bluer now than the sea so close, my Golden Lover. “Keep your eyes open.” he murmurs. “I want to watch you.”
I reach, to touch him, to hold him. He takes my hand, our fingers lacing. My other hand strokes my Master’s hair, as his silken breath sweeps over my sex, as he tastes me, languidly, and I flow, liquid and ready for him.
“I’m not going to see you now for a while,” says Michael. He holds my gaze, fixing on me. “I want to remember this image of you, until you come back.”
My breath shuddering, my eyes begin to close, my face to fall to one side…
“No, look at me.” Fingers on my chin, Michael steers my face back to his. “You’re so beautiful, Charlotte. I don’t think you know how beautiful….”
My Master’s slow strokes, tonguing my swelling folds, send waves rippling to my blooming pussy that leave my breath juddering….
“……When you come back, Charlotte, it won’t be here, and it won’t be the apartment. You’ll be coming home….”
Arousal pulses from my pussy, up through my belly, washing over my breasts, puckering my nipples to rosy nubs.
“…. And while it’s going to be rough and ready at first, it will be home, and over time, I’ll turn it into the home you deserve, that you’ve worked for, that you’ve earned…”
As I gaze into Michael’s hypnotically blue gaze, the tension builds within me: a sweet electric rush that rises and ripples, haunts my soul and my spirit…
“…. Charlotte, I will give you anything in my power. I’d lay the world at your feet if I could. And I know of only one thing in the world more beautiful than the sight of your face in arousal….”
The Rush becomes irresistible….
“…. and that’s your face in orgasm.”
Crying out, arching my spine, orgasm shatters through me. As my fingers clench tight around Michael’s, he kisses me, mouth wrapped around mine, his other hand twined into my hair, as my core pulses, and my body thrashes in climax.
My Master’s arms lock around my thighs as he holds me, his tongue never ceasing its work as he swirls through my palpitating sex. On it goes, and on, until finally…
“Oh stop. Please, stop…”
My Master kneels up, wiping his mouth.
Panting and dishevelled, my skin glistening with sweat, I stare up at my two Lovers, still fully dressed.
Michael smiles down at me, my Bright Sun. “That’ll do.”
his shirt, glancing across. My Master simply flashes eyebrows at him, then seats himself on the end
off. He is ready for me, his erection quiveringly hard against his flat stomach. I hold my arms out, inviting him, as he settles himself
me. My pussy flutters and clenches around him as he starts to thrust,
work me from the inside. His cock pushes against my sweet spot, making me jerk and moan. He smiles, repeating the movement. My pussy wells hot juices,
smiling, he grimaces, teeth gritted, panting as he drives into me. The tendons in his neck stand out, glistening with sweat.
head dropping to my chest as he cums,
from me, to lie by my
lift my hips to meet his strokes, as he rides me, gripping my hair. His hard, rough thrusting fills me,
only as he collides with my inner walls. It hurts, but the pain is of the kind that my body
a hoarse cry, he climaxes, clasping my hips, pulling me in hard to meet his final
straddling me on all fours as he pants, hair
grins and kisses me,
his back, he glances at Michael, still grinning. “You’re
*****
Clothes are less important. I’ll be living in jeans, tee-shirts, and
leaving later today: back to my university, for the start of the new academic
say to my Master. “If you could drop me off at the station on your way to
to wear in there?” he asks, looking
remember that I’ve not packed my laptop. Taking out some of the books, hovering over which to take and which to leave, I wrap the computer in layers
if the wheels will take
more with you than
the station, I’ve got to manage this by myself. One case
go, I’ve got something for you,” says my Master. “Let me help you downstairs with
with Michael’s for a second, and I
us, my Master manhandles the case down to the hallway, then fishes a jangling something out of his pocket, and tosses it to me.
…. Car keys.
I stare at them.
present to
stare at
said, James, you can lead a horse to
at my Master. “A car?”
he head-points out
Parked outside is a small, red car, gleaming
Hands spread, I whoop!
box or
“Thank you. Thank you!”