Buying The Virgin Part 1-3 novel Chapter 96

MICHAEL

Charlotte writhes, stretching and smiling, her green-grey eyes intense. “I think I’ll leave that to the masseur.”

Relaxing back, she lies framed by her sea of red hair, her skin very pale even against the white towel, spine arched, knees slightly akimbo. She gazes at me, lips slightly parted.

Jeez….

My cock twitches, balls pulling upwards.

I want to fuck your face, Babe…. Get my cock into that beautiful mouth…. Spill over your tongue and watch you lap it up.…

Locking with her eyes all the while, I oil my hands, rubbing my palms well to warm up.

I start at her feet, manipulating the toes, gliding through to her ankles before working her calves with the heel of my hand.

Her breathing is slow and deep….

Do I do the whole thing….?

…. let’s see what she wants…

Moving upwards to her thighs, I work the muscles deeply as she begins to tremble, a shuddering that rises from her pelvis, transmitting through her flesh to my fingers….

And I can almost see her growing wetter….

Should I take the towel away….?

…No, not yet…. make her wait….

I skip to the far reach of her body.

Still sitting with one hip balanced by her on the bench, pressing the pads of my fingers against either side of her temples, I circle the skin behind her ears. Skimming behind to the base of her skull, I lift her slightly at the neck, and she arches into my massage/caress. Sliding up into her hair, I work her scalp, all the time her breathing deepening, and now, quickening….

I’ll make you gasp soon, Baby…

Her eyelids begin to flutter. “Don’t relax too much,” I say.

She opens her eyes again, slightly showing her teeth in a semi-smile…

Time to fire up….

“Look at me…”

Her head resting back, her eyes widen to meet with mine again.

I move down to her shoulders, kneading through to her muscles with fingers and thumb, bending to nibble at the delicate skin of her neck. Her breath hitches and she turns, reaching up to kiss the side of my face, her hand sliding into my hair to pull me to her. Open-mouthed, I kiss her, and she moans softly, her fingernails digging into my scalp.

Jeez, but these pants are getting tight.…

Fuck the massage….

I drop to her breasts, skimming the skin with the palms of my hands, mouthing at a nipple. I suckle gently, and it puckers and tightens between my lips, hardening when I nibble. She whimpers softly, beginning to pant, both hands tightening around my neck and shoulders.

I slide away the towel, leaving her naked for me, thighs parted in invite, her skin gleaming from the oil. I glide a palm down across her stomach, over the vee of her thighs. She is already warm and damp, curls glistening, labia swelling with her arousal….

If I can arouse you, Babe, you’re not feeling too bad….

Pushing my fingers in further, she is slick and warm. Testing her pussy, she quivers under my hand as I briefly finger-fuck her.

I stand back, shucking off my jogging bottoms and tee-shirt. I don’t want to do anything complicated; just get inside her, fuck her, remind her that she’s loved.

The bench is narrow for two of us, and I’m careful as I settle atop her. Her thighs part wide for me, inviting me in, then wrap around me. Her arms swing around my shoulders, pulling me close.

I slide my arms under her, lifting her a little, pulling her into my embrace. As I ease my cock inside her, she moans gently.

“Shhh….” I murmur. “We can’t be too noisy here.”

She nods, smiling dreamily.

You just want me inside you, Babe, don’t you?

She feels tight and slick and warm as I move slowly within her, not yet thrusting, but working up her arousal. She sighs and trembles, rocking gently with me, matching my tempo as I begin to move more powerfully.

Will you come, Babe? In this state of mind?

I don’t think so….

No pressure then….

I don’t think she even wants to climax. She simply needs the closeness. All the while I work her body, fuck her with my cock, her eyes are open, gazing into mine.