The Lover's Children novel Chapter 8

My cock thumps protest, wanting to be inside her, and the roughness as the head and shaft brush over hay isn't helping. I’m trickling already, but I want to trickle inside…

Not yet...

Stretching her lips wide, opening her pussy to the full, her bud is exposed, stiff and upright. With my tongue tip, I probe at the base for the sweet spot she has there.

Uuurrgghhh… She shudders, quaking against me.

Gotcha...

Silently laughing, I probe again, this time swiping around her clit, through her folds and over the tip.

She yells, and pussy juices scald over my chin. Wriggling and bucking, she tries to escape but, still stretching her open with my thumbs, I pin her pelvis with palms and fingers.

She's quivering and straining, and with every yell, high voltage jolts across my shaft and balls. I'm hard enough that it aches...

I'll make you yell a different tune in a minute…

She smells of sweat and salt and sex, but not yet of me. Her quivering is growing, accelerating, building to a shudder. Her flesh pulses, and her hips tremble and strain under my hands.

She's about to blow...

Give her a few extra seconds...

...and drawing out the moment, I ease off, tracing the most delicate of lines in spirals around her bud.

So gently…

So slowly…

Her breathing is rapid. Panting. Then my tongue-tip to her clit-tip, I flick the tiny thing…

... This way and that…

This way and that…

Charlotte bucks, flinging forward, her nails clutching into my shoulders, biting in.

Wailing out, she gushes hot, screaming out her climax... “God… No...”

Releasing her clit, I drop to her pussy, plunging in to tongue-fuck her as I suck up spilling juices.

“Red! Red!”

Instantly, I withdraw, swinging her legs free of my shoulders to kneel upright, watching my quivering, quaking, shaking fox-haired Love. Wherever she is right now, it’s not the same planet as the rest of us. Eyes squeezed tight closed, teeth bared, fingers curled to claws, spine arched, she bucks and shudders her way through orgasm…

… and eases…

… Still breathing heavily, she relaxes back down onto the hay. Her eyes flutter open, first staring straight up, then, green and brilliant, shifting to me. I lay a hand on the vee of her thighs, the skin hot and wet, copper curls gleaming. “Good?”

She nods, then both hands raised, reaches for me. “I think that makes it your turn.”

“I think it does.” Shimmying my jeans down and off, I kick them to one side then kneel up above her, my shaft pulsing its enthusiasm against my belly. “No doubt we’ll both be picking hayseeds out of our clothes for the next week.”

Charlotte chuckles, but her eyes fixed on mine, she angles her hips, spreads her thighs. Her smile is wicked. After a moment, her gaze drops to my erection, holds, then rises again. “You going to do something with that, then?”

“Oh, yes. Hold on tight. You’re not getting out of this without coming again.” Surging forward, I seize her at the wrists. She squeals, but I push her arms over her head, then settle myself over her, my cock now resting against her belly. Slipping my arms under her shoulders, I hold her to myself, my cheek against hers. “Comfortable?” I murmur.

She shifts, twisting her face to mine, her lips meeting mine. “Mmmm…” She flexes and swings, her legs locking around my waist. “Inside me. I want you inside me. Now.”

It’s so easy, so smooth; sliding myself down, my cockhead slipping through folds already hot and wet, to her entrance. She’s open, slick and ready for me, and my gradual penetration is tight and delicious. She whimpers as I enter, her arms curving down to hold me at the shoulders.

A slight withdrawal, then I re-penetrate until she sheathes me entirely. The temptation is to pound in, fuck her hard and blow my load. My cock says Yes to that, but my head says No.

I want her screaming under me, and not just for a few seconds.

Winding my hips, pressing in, I spiral my shaft inside her, angling upward. It’s not the easiest of moves, but as I push against her g-spot, she lurches in my arms, hissing air through her teeth… “Oh, God…”

“Like I said, you’re not getting away without coming again, on my cock this time.” And I wind another circle inside her, to be rewarded by a ball-tightening groan. My thighs are encouragingly wet. Another circuit and her groan is louder.

“Ready for more?”