Mastering the Virgin Box Set Five: A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance novel Chapter 38

I take a last olive stone from my mouth, placing it carefully on the plate before I put that to one side. A final swig of the wine to freshen my mouth, then I take Charlotte’s plate from her. She doesn’t resist but sits staring at me with that rabbit-in-the-headlights, jade-eyed gaze that drew me to her from the first.

I hold out my hand, and as she accepts it, I stand, she rising with me. Michael follows, taking his place to stand behind her as I steer her by the shoulders to face me.

She knows he’s there, her eyes keep flicking sidelong, as though to turn, but not quite doing so.

I slide a hand from her shoulder, my palm pressing the back of her head as I stoop to kiss her. Her mouth opens under mine as I tease her lips apart with my tongue, and I feel rather than hear the moan that runs through her body.

Standing back, I take the hem of her top between thumb and forefinger, lifting it up and over her head. The rise and fall of her chest is more visible now. Not touching her, I say, “Face Michael. Finish undressing.”

She swallows but turns. She’s trying to look him in the eye, but her eyes fall before he lifts her face to his. But not as I did, holding her by the chin, forcing her to look at me. Instead, with the gentlest of pressure and a single finger, he guides her to meet him. And for the first time in too many days, I see him smile; that soft-eyed ‘I’m here for you’ smile that is his gift to her.

She’s trembling a little, but he bends to kiss her, very softly, very gently. And as he reaches around her, his movements are hesitant, giving her the opportunity to back away if she wants to.

She doesn’t, and from behind, I watch as he unclips her bra, then glides back around her to palm her breasts.

And….

Hallelujah….

…. I scent her arousal…

Leave them to it for a minute….

…. better that way….

…. let them remake old ground….

…. and I’ll enjoy watching….

I stand back, positioning myself to see them, feeling better as I see the warmth between them growing, that connection they have reasserting….

They’ve been to hell and back together….

They both want this

It only needed something to take them over that edge….

…. Away from the pain….

One hand cupping a breast, almost weighing it as it sits in his palm, he scrapes at the tip with a thumb. The nipple and its partner tighten, rose-pink buds nubbing out as they crinkle.

There’s heat in his eyes, growing joy in hers. Both are smiling and they’re moving to meet. Their lips brush, curving as they do so. With a hand on her shoulder, another at her waist he pulls her close and her body curves, contouring to his, flesh against flesh.

Strange how we can hurt the ones we love the most….

…. This is how it’s supposed to be….

Their movements are soft and sensual, both smiling as their lips brush. The sight is beautiful and beguiling….

Empathic….

He turns her again, to face me once more. There’s a light in her eyes that’s been missing for too long….

Joy….

…. Arousal….

…. Love….