Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

CHARLOTTE

He looks like a god. My bronzed, blond Apollo. I gaze on, for the sheer pleasure of watching him move, male beauty in motion, sheer poetry.

Having reduced one tree core to usable pieces, he moves to pick up the next, placing it on his timber anvil. And now, he sees me, his face lighting up.

“Charlotte!”

Dropping the axe, he strides over, sweeping me into his arms, his eyes alight.

“I didn’t hear you arrive. I was trying to have everything ready for you.”

“I can see that.” I grin. “Looks like you’ve got the house toasty warm for us.”

“I wanted you to come Home.” His expression is a puzzle; longing, love, hope, enthusiasm, sadness. “I wanted you to…. to have a place to call your own.”

And then he is on me, his arms encircling me, his mouth fastened on mine.

I love him. I want him. And my body wants him.

He breaks the kiss, looking down at me, a speculative look in his eye. “Yes?” he says.

My heart pounding - I have seen too little of my Golden Lover in the past few weeks - I cast an eye over our surroundings. “Um, yes, but here?”

He grins, beckoning me with his eyes.

“Er, no, not here….” Taking me by the hand, smiling all the while, he leads me back into the kitchen, opening the unidentified door I spotted. And beyond is….

The chamber is basic in the extreme; four walls, a ceiling and a bed. But a fire burns brightly in a hearth, on the wall to the rear of the kitchen range when I think about it, and there are candles everywhere. Only one or two are lit, but Michael moves around the room with a taper, lighting one candle off the last, until light glimmers golden with candle and firelight.

The bed is huge and thickly blanketed.

“I couldn’t get the house properly ready for you,” he says, apologetically. “I wanted to, but there simply wasn’t time. But I was able to get it to the point that we can eat, and sleep and make love.”

The room, bare though it is, is beautiful. And I see from the hope in his eyes that he wants me to like it.

“It’s lovely,” I say. “Um…. have we a bathroom?”

hesitates. “You see all those trees

got to

too, wondering

want to. Or there’s

“Right…. Um… A shower?”

the tin bath hanging off a nail in the

This should be interesting….

anxiety in every word. “I so wanted

this. I step close, flowing into him, my fingers in his hair, my lips

will

and the world is a warm and

the fire, the room is chilly. “Don’t get cold. Get into the bed,” he mutters, his voice husky. “I’ll just go bolt the

returns, only a minute or so later, I have peeled off layers of winter clothes and am between the sheets, having found waiting for me, half a dozen

warm enough

back, watching him as he undresses, unbelting his jeans, shrugging them off to climb between the sheets with

I should have been able to

a hand to him. “You’ve been working, hard, on building our home. You’re fine.” And

My Golden Lover….

too long a time apart from you. I just want to touch you. To be inside

what I

nipples puckering. His arms, one around my midriff, one about my shoulders, pull me in tightly, contouring my curves to his harder, muscled body. Again, his fingers are

my spine, drawing little

mine, his erection pressing against my thigh. I feel electrified, heady; and the tremor inside me

me. I want you

are intense, lustrous in the candlelight, wide-pupiled as he moves to sink his cock into me. Already wet for him, more than ready after our long parting, I spread myself wide, willing him inside me. I know that, always, he fears

waited for

to take him, swinging my hips to meet him, to match him, as

by mine. “Charlotte….” He almost breathes the

at first, to a rocking rhythm, which I match, meeting him. This is lovemaking at its most simple. Two people, one within the other, the meeting of flesh, the meeting of souls; my Golden Lover and

take him as deeply as I am able. His cock ramming into me, balls banging against me, our bodies colliding, slamming, each

know he is struggling for control, to hold himself for me

won’t be

expression. With Michael’s cock within me, stretching me, filling me, my pussy quivers and