Buying The Virgin Part 1-3 novel Chapter 48

It is too much. My pussy clenches, spasming into an orgasm which ripples up through me. My Master plunges his tongue deeply inside me, licking into my pulsating muscles, sending them into convulsions. Michael supports me still as I, moaning with each wave that pulses through me, strain back against him, pinching my nipple to the same pulse-beat rhythm as my climax.

Barely has it faded, when my Master stands, plunging his erection into me. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I draw him into me, and he thrusts deep into my still quivering core. In the heat of my body, he grows harder. I feel him swell and stiffen as he pounds into me, before, with a shudder, he cums, grinding into me, hips pressed hard against me.

Moving like trained dancers, he and Michael change places, Michael throwing me forward into my Master’s arms, who twists me around, presenting me for Michael to fuck.

And now, Michael spears me, again his shaft hardening in my heated passage. As I look up at him, his golden hair sunshine bright, his deep blue eyes intense, he gazes down, winking at me as he fucks me hard.

Gasping, he cums too. Eyes squeezed shut, teeth gritted, he pumps his load into me before, with a gasp, he pulls out of me and sinks down into the water.

“What a way to holiday!” he laughs. “Ah God, that was good.”

*****

This wonderful place has a timeless quality. One day following the next, full of blue skies, the sound of the sea and a feeling that this summer will last forever.

Long walks by the water, both separately and together, a chance to catch up on books I have wanted to read, and the time to simply be with my two Lovers.

How perfect can life be?

*****

My skin has had enough sun, too much really; it’s time to cover up. Bikini-clad, I wander into the bedroom, looking for my robe.

Michael is there, staring out to sea through the enormous picture window.

“It’s a stunning view, isn’t it?”

He turns. “It is, yes.”

He looks sad, upset. “Michael. Are you alright?”

He shrugs. “Just thinking.”

“Can I help? Is there something I can do?”

“No, I don’t think there is, Charlotte. It’s not your fault.”

My fault?

“Michael, have I done something to upset you?”

He shakes his head, looking down, not speaking. Not looking at me.

“Michael, what is it? What have I done? Tell me what it is that you want from me.”

“Do you love me, Charlotte?”

“Of course, I do. Surely you know that now?”

“The way you love James?”

He is looking increasingly upset. And it is rubbing off.

“I do love you. Please believe me. I do. You were always amazing to me. Right from the very first day we met. You were so kind and so gentle. I’ve never forgotten how it was that week.”

“Yes, kind and gentle. The day we first met Charlotte, James had bought you the day before, taken your virginity. Right then, you needed ‘kind and gentle’, but you have come a long way since then, and ‘kind and gentle’ isn’t what presses your buttons is it? Not all of them anyway.”

“I don’t understand you, Michael. What are you asking me? What is it that you want?”