Masters And Lovers 1-4 novel Chapter 69

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Charlotte

I hesitate, stumbling over my words.

“You've worked long enough for one session,” says my Master. “You need to take a break.”

I want to protest, but raising a forefinger, he interrupts me. “You're going stale. I asked you the same question ten minutes ago and you knew the answer then.”

He’s right….

Sheepishly, I nod.

He looks at me with that depthless gaze of his. “So, what kind of a break would you like to take?”

As though the question were a word of command, I grow liquid inside.

His eyes and mouth are soft. One hand cupping my cheek, his lips brush over mine; warm and sensual. It is the lightest of touches, but the sensation skitters through me, catching the air in my throat and sending electricity scampering down my spine.

With his free hand on my waist, he pulls me a little closer, not coercing me, simply guiding me in. The hand on my cheek explores my face, the fingertips outlining my lips as his dark eyes follow the movement.

He's not smiling, but he is intense…. intent…. fixed on me, until with a sigh, he slips fingers through my hair, pulling my face to his as his mouth opens over mine. This time the kiss is not light, but sensual and erotic.

Much of the time, he wants to take me, to test me….

…. to test my limits….

.... to Master me….

…. but a different mood is on him. He wants to make love. And in the sweet warm air of summer, blue skies above and our small private universe in the long grass, so do I.

Heat surges through me at the urgency of his kiss. And I want him. I want him as much as I know he wants me.

My work lies to one side, disregarded. This is not the moment.

His mouth slips down my face to the curve of my neck, opening over my skin. The wet heat of him, even in the warm sunshine, sears me, blazing through me as I shudder. One hand cups a breast through my top then pulls at the thin cotton. “Take it off.”

Quickly I tug it over my head, feeling fingers behind me as I do so, unclipping my bra. He takes the tee-shirt from me, spreading it on the grass then pushing me gently down onto it.

Naked from the waist, I lie there, curving my arms over my head, displaying myself in the way I know he likes. For long seconds he sits, simply looking at me, his lean features gentle, the breeze ruffling his dark hair a little.

“I want to see all of you.” His fingers tug at my buckle, easing leather from steel. The zipper rasps down, then double-handedly, he tugs at my jeans, hooking fingers into my panties as he does so, taking them too. Arching up on bare soles, I lift my hips and my clothes pull away, leaving me naked for my Master.

Again, I stretch, presenting myself, pulling my waist taut. Lifting my hips and one knee a shade, I ease a thigh just a little open. Not wide, but enough to suggest….

…. To invite….

He sits upright beside me, blinking slowly as he looks down the length of my body. One hand strokes me; from my stomach, curving over waist and breast to where the nipple nubs in the slight coolth of the breeze. With thumb and forefinger, he picks up a lock of my hair, winding it around the finger.

His voice is slow. “You're so beautiful.”

“Master….”

His eyes flick to mine then back to the lock of hair which he curls and twists. “My Green-Eyes…. My Jade.”

“Master....”

His gaze shifts to mine again, and this time, holds….

“…. I want you.”

He leans in once more. I think he is going to kiss me, but instead, his mouth hovers by my ear. “You have me…. Always,” he whispers.

Inside, I’m growing liquid and loose, melting. “I want you inside me.”

He pulls back once more, his gaze on mine, intense as a caress, a smile ghosting over his lips. He reaches down, slipping open the buttons of his shirt, then tugging the linen free of his belt.

Lightning stabs through me, slashing through my core….

“Please….”

His hand leaves me, and he rolls to lie atop me, kneeing my legs wide, his cock kissing my entrance. As he penetrates, he opens me with a sweet stretching that sets me a-tingle and a-shudder. Then, filling me with his long, thick shaft, his eyelids close and he inhales; long deep breaths, holding still for a long moment, his teeth lightly gritted.

His body covering mine, one arm around my shoulders, he holds me close. The other hand is flat over my cheek, and his forehead rests on mine.

When his eyes open again, he says, “Somehow, no matter how often we do this, how often I am inside you, it's never enough. Never too much.”

“No, never, Master.”

He moves within me, nuzzling into the crook of my neck and shoulder. All unbidden, a whimper escapes me as I rise to meet him, welcoming his body into my own, rocking with his movement. The scent of him, heady, musky and male fills my nostrils, intoxicating me. My world is filled with him.

The day is hot and still now, almost silent. High above, a skylark warbles its way to heaven and somewhere close, a cricket chirrups. The sound of my breathing, and of my Master’s, is loud as we rock and move together, dancing our way to heaven also. I swing my legs up and around him and he shifts with me, cradling me in his arms, penetrating me more deeply.

My blood sizzles and the fluttering behind my ribs of my heart grows to a pounding as my Master takes me to climax. My flesh, clasping and clutching at his, shivers then shudders, then moves to an ecstatic pulsing. My fingers clawing into his shoulders, I jerk and buck under him. I think I’m screaming, but I’m not sure. All I can hear is the wild banging in my head as he drives into me.

As I descend, my eyes fluttering open to the azure vault above, with a shudder and a groan, his head drops to the crook of my neck and his hips judder against mine, twisting as he spills into me.

We fall still, drifting from the heights.

He kisses my cheek then, breathing heavily, rolls away from me, our flesh sucking apart, slick with sweat. We don’t speak, simply lying side by side, panting, his fingers lacing into mine as the heaving of his chest subsides. Feeling soft and content, I’m happy to lie here, watching the skylark on its spiralling descent.

“You should cover up,” says a voice.

Jerked back to reality, I look around, to see Michael sitting on the grassy bank a little way from us. His eyes crinkle. “It’s all very well for James,” he says. “He tans. But you'll crisp under this sun if you don't cover up soon.”

“You want to...?” I hold out my hand.

He shakes his head, his teeth white against a deep tan. “Later maybe. When I’ve had a shower.”

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