The Lover's Children novel Chapter 7

MICHAEL

I can't help it. A grin takes over my face, spreading from ear to ear, from cheek to cheek.

Charlotte grins back. “You look pleased.”

“Oh, Babe, you have no idea.”

Mischief gleams in her eye. “It's my Day Twelve. The next few days…”

“Is that right? No time to waste, then.” “... Best get you indoors ASAP.”

“Here,” she whispers.

“Here? Charlotte, it's fucking freezing.”

“Here. Now. Everyone's around in the house. I want you to myself. And now.” Jade eyes dance upward. “That hay should be comfortable.”

“It'll wait an hour, Sweetheart. Until we can get some privacy indoors.”

“I took my temperature. Now.”

“Your temperature? You're not messing around, are you.”

“I know it's what you want. I want it too. And I'm ready. Both up here…” She taps her temple and… “… She slips her hand back into mine, sliding it over her belly… “… down here.”

The grin has charge of my face. “Who am I to disappoint a lady?”

“What happened to the caveman in my life?” She eye-points upwards…. “I thought you’d drag me off by my hair into your lair.”

“You want a caveman? You've got one.” I scoop her up, and she shrieks with laughter as I fling her over my shoulder.

Snagging my jacket en route, I carry her up the ladder into the hayloft. “You might regret this. Hayseeds get everywhere.” Laying the jacket fur side upwards over the straw, “Lie on this. Keep your top on. Just take off your jeans.”

She kicks off boots, shoves off jeans, leaving herself with only thick fleecy socks below the waist, then settles her pale, naked rear on the sheepskin, Lying back in the classic artist’s model pose; a hand behind her head, one knee slightly raised, her eyes lock with mine.

I lie alongside, stroking the length of her body, moving close to nibble at an ear. The hay is sweet and fragrant, if a touch bristly. “Charlotte, thank you.”

Her smile is bright and perfect. “My pleasure.”

I let fingers drift over her thighs; soft and warm, a hint of firm muscle beneath. Sliding from knee to loin, and back again, I’m conscious that my fingertips are roughened, catching slightly on her smooth skin.

She draws in a whisper of air, and I rest my hand over copper-red curls. “Open up,” I murmur. Sighing, she eases her knees apart, canting her hips upwards a trifle as I slip my fingers down and in.

For a moment I hold, my palm cupping her mound, fingers probing at warm flesh. Oddly, my cock’s slow to respond. By now, I’m usually bulging at my fly and keen to release a bit of pressure. This time…

More at stake…

More than just lovemaking…

“Are you alright?” Her words are quiet.

“Yes, I’m fine. It just… feels different this time.”

“It is different…” She chuckles… “Would you like me to google instructions for you?”

I burst out laughing. “I don’t think that will be necessary… Fuck…”

“What’s wrong?” She semi-sits, propping herself up on her elbows, then giggles as, rolling to one side to lie flat on the hay, I do battle with my belt.

“Sorry, gimme a mo. Got a sudden congestion problem. It's getting a bit crowded in here.” Wrestling buckle and zipper open, I let my shaft out for air. “God, that's better. A man needs room to breathe sometimes.”