CHAPTER 173: The Virgin and the Masters, Part 66

CHAPTER 173: The Virgin and the Masters, Part 66
CHARLOTTE

Tracing the outline of his teeth with my tongue, one hand caressing his cheek, with the free hand I stroke from his temples and cheek to his ear, down to his shoulders, and the tender skin of the base of his neck. The fine dark hair of his chest ripples under my touch, and as I glide down his arm to meet his hand, our fingers mesh. Lifting his hand, I kiss the lace of fingers.

He sighs as I draw my hair over his chest and stomach, trailing it along the length of his body, teasing at his nerve endings as it sweeps south over his groin. His semi-erect shaft trembles as my copper tresses flow and spill over him, stroking his balls and the delicate inner skin of his thighs.

Slipping inwards a little, I run my fingers inside his thighs, then upwards and inwards over the crinkling tightness of his balls, cupping them into the palm of my hand, rolling them with my thumb. Eyes closing and breath deepening, his head drops back.

I don’t want to go any further down his legs, towards his injury. The bruising is too widespread; the wound too raw.  Instead, I take the twitching tip of his penis between thumb and forefinger, rubbing gently, sliding back and forth, as the shaft swells and stiffens in my hand. Ringed around the shaft, I glide up and down his length with one hand, work the head with the other.

He’s beginning to tremble, his breath to judder. His eyes open again to meet mine as I ‘aaahhhh’ warm breath over him. I love to arouse my Master, and my pussy liquefies and flows as he responds to my touch. I would love to take him inside me but, so recently hurt, I don’t think he is ready for that.

Still holding his gaze, I drop to take his beautiful cock in my mouth, which now is hard and ready for me, firm and sensitive, a dewdrop on the head, which I tongue away. One hand still working the shaft, the other fondling his balls, massaging the root of his cock, with my lips, I pleasure the head. Circling with the tip of my tongue, I insert, ever so slightly into the slit, enjoying the salty-bitter pre-cum that seeps out. He quivers as I take the whole of the head in my mouth, giving him my heat, sucking gently as I swipe my tongue around the ridge.

But my Dark Angel is ill and exhausted. Sighing, he strokes my head as I love him with my mouth. Is he going to come? I don’t know. But I want him to know that I’m here for him. As I look up, he’s watching me, his eyes holding mine.

His breathing grows heavy and slow. “It’s wonderful Charlotte, but I’m sorry. I’m not ready yet.”

“That’s alright Master. You want me to stop?”

“Mmmm... I know you and Michael want to make love. I’d like to watch you.”

Michael reaches across, pulling me to himself across our conjoined single beds, and underneath as he rolls atop me.

“Spread those thighs, Madam,” he laughs. “Your other lover wants to fuck you.”

On strong arms, he holds himself above me, as he presses between my legs. I’m warm and wet… ready for him. And my pussy pulses as I gaze up into my Golden Lover’s smile, and across to my Master, where, propped on an elbow, he watches us.

Michael is beyond aroused. Perhaps watching me pleasuring my Master has readied him for me. Rock hard, his cock, always large, is huge, stretching me open as he penetrates. And of course, we have not now made love for some time.

I gasp as he fills me, his thick shaft widening my passage with its girth, and he grins down as he squeezes inside me, his deep blue eyes brilliant with desire, intense with lust. “That feel good?”

“Oh God, yes...”

“How do you want it? Soft or hard?”

I chuckle. “It doesn’t come much harder... but I’d like you to start soft, then work from there...”

He brushes lips over mine. “My pleasure…”

He pulls out of me, then pushes in once more. It’s tight enough that my pussy sucks at him, and I find myself, hands around his neck, pulling up close against him, swinging a leg around his hip, as I try to ride this colossal fucking.

He knows he’s testing me, and loving it. Mouth open over mine, he revolves his hips, working my g-spot, wringing helpless moans from me. He’s holding me tight, not letting me move. Michael doesn’t often ‘take charge’, but when he does, his sheer physical power is a turn-on. His well-muscled body is tremendously strong, and when he decides to pin me, as he is doing now, I simply can’t move. He can do whatever he wants, and he knows it.

“That’s enough baby-play,” he says. “Let’s take it a bit harder.” He ups his tempo, repeatedly impaling me with his cock, still holding me so that I can’t even squirm, only puff wordlessly, as the breath is knocked from me with each thrust.

Oh... God...

My igniting pussy is about to combust, as with ever-increasing cadence and energy, my Golden Lover pistons into me. My gasping turns to wailing, and he claps a hand over my mouth. “You’re in a hospital, Charlotte. Let’s not upset the nurses.” But still, he rams into me, ever harder.

And finally, he lets rip entirely, pounding relentlessly inside me with all his strength, wrenching strangled screams from me as my battered cunt goes into liquid meltdown. There is nothing subtle about this. It’s simply a good hard fuck and I, and my body, love it.

There’s no warning, no gentle spiral upwards. Orgasm strikes, rampaging through me.

Gagged by Michael’s palm, gripped immobile in his grasp, my body can only jerk and spasm as he steamrolls into me, my muffled shrieks, perhaps, contained within the room.

He’s watching me, as he always does when I come. And as my own seismic climax subsides, Michael stiffens and pauses, dropping his face down to my shoulder. Then hips bucking, he spurts into me. Once, twice, and a final juddering pulse before, relaxing, he releases his grip on me and rolls onto his back, breathing heavily. He gives me a quick smile and then lies back, gazing upwards.

I turn to my Master. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Charlotte. I’ll be back on form in a few days.”

Michael rolls to face him. “James...”

“I know. I know. It could be longer.”

“You were very badly injured, Master...”

He blinks. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be irritable. And... that was good to see. The two of you.”

I kiss him. “I promised you that I would always come back to you, but this time, you had to come back to me.”

He strokes my cheek. “Always.”