Buying The Virgin Part 1-3 novel Chapter 84

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.”

He starts to unbutton his shirt, glancing across. My Master simply flashes eyebrows at him, then seats himself on the end of the bed, watching.

Michael strips 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 atop me, sliding his muscled thighs between mine, his arms around me.

And I am ready for him, slick and open. He glides inside me, in a smooth movement that, stretching me wide, spears me. My pussy flutters and clenches around him as he starts to thrust, and I rock my body to meet him, to take him as fully as I can.

Slowly at first, gently, he moves within me, revolving his hips to 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, which trickle from me, coating my thighs and his.

No longer smiling, he grimaces, teeth gritted, panting as he drives into me. The tendons in his neck stand out, glistening with sweat. I match him, thrust for thrust, meeting his driving rhythm, moaning as my Lover fucks me, as he claims my body….

He judders, pausing, then plunges in deep, his head dropping to my chest as he cums, his heart pounding through my chest as he grinds himself against me, into me....

With a gasp, he rolls away from me, to lie by my side, sweating, breathing heavily.

My Master is standing, stripping off his clothes. As Michael rolls away, he is there, planting himself inside me, almost fiercely. Again, I lift my hips to meet his strokes, as he rides me, gripping my hair. His hard, rough thrusting fills me, and I lock my ankles around him as his lean hips thrash against me.

He hammers into me, ruthlessly, driving deep, stopping only as he collides with my inner walls. It hurts, but the pain is of the kind that my body craves. Wailing response as my Master takes me, possesses me, I widen my thighs further, allowing him to penetrate to the full, ball deep, ramming me inside.

With a hoarse cry, he climaxes, clasping my hips, pulling me in hard to meet his final thrust.

He withdraws, straddling me on all fours as he pants, hair plastered to his skull.

Lifting his head, he looks into my face, grins and kisses me, then snatches at the robe Michael has tossed to him.

Lying on his back, he glances at Michael, still grinning. “You’re right. That’ll do.”

*****

I pack my suitcase, cramming in as many of my textbooks as it can take. Clothes are less important. I’ll be living in jeans, tee-shirts, and sneakers for the next few weeks.

And I’ll be leaving later today: back to my university, for the start of the new academic year.

“There’s a train every half hour or so,” I say to my Master. “If you could drop me off at the station on your way to the office…”

“Shouldn’t you have a bit more to wear in there?” he asks, looking over my shoulder at the packing.

“Nah… So long as I’ve got a couple of changes of clothes, I’m good.” I squeeze in another book, then 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 of clothes, and, zipping up the case, test it for weight.