Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Chapter 4



Michael
My wife.
I’ve still not become used to saying those words, but I love playing them in my head.
My wife...
For all the ups and downs of life; my family, with Ben and his attitude, Charlotte’s family, trying to find it anyway... between
ourselves, everything is fine...
More than fine.
Whatever it takes, we’re there for each other.
I look beyond her to where James lies, eyes closed, his face calm.
At least he doesn’t have that set of problems...
.... any more...
Charlotte lies on her side, facing away but with her back pressed close against my chest. Charlotte is by no means a small
woman, but nonetheless, she seems made to fit under the nook of my arm.
One arm draped over my treasure, I twine a finger through a stray lock of hair, holding it to my face, inhaling.
Is she asleep?
Her breathing is soft and steady, a gentle movement of her body. Beyond her, James lies, eyes closed, his chest on a regular
rise and fall.
Just having her so close is enough; her warmth, her scent. It spikes through me. My cock stirs. I want her.
Stroking a hand over soft, pale skin, I savour her smooth outline; the shape of neck blending to shoulder, that accentuated curve
where a narrow waist flares to broad hips, flat-stomached to the fore and in this case, her lovely ass pressed against me behind.
A mass of brilliant copper hair spills over her shoulders and onto the pillows, a loose lock tickling at my face.

Here we go...
The mere thought sets me going, and I take a moment to enjoy my erection, sandwiched against her spine, the slight pressure
pulsing pleasantly with my heartbeat.
Her breathing changes; that subtle switch that signals the move from sleep to...
Keeping my shaft against the small of her back, I twist back, leaning far enough to clear a space to be able to draw a finger down
her spine...
Her breath ripples...
... Repeating the movement, digging in ever so slightly with a nail, I outline her spine, one inch at a time. Each vertebra defined
by the narrowest of touches, a nerve-ending at a time, I work my way down from her neck, down between her shoulders, and on.
I dig in. A pin-point of pain-pleasure in the cavity between two vertebrae. She whimpers and shudders, her pelvis vibrating back
against my erection and I must bite down on my own reaction as desire needles through me.
Take your time...
I can’t reach her properly. My shaft pressed hard against her, I want to play with the nerve endings at the small of her back, the
ones between those lovely dimples that top her butt-cheeks.
Gotta pull away...
The delicious pressure on my cock eases but now I have the run of her body.
She sighs, her body flexing under my hand, so I ease myself a little further back to work her properly, so far as I can one-handed.
My palm resting over her, with fingers and thumb I ease in to stroke and knead.
Should have kept some oil on hand....
She sighs again, more loudly. “Mmmm, that's lovely.”
“Should I keep going?”
“Maybe not.” Her words are languorous and slow. “I give you two or three hours to stop doing that.”

She arches again, mewling as I circle my thumb...
Bit of a knot there...
Work out the kink...
... later....
Bad posture?
Chair not set right at her desk?
Take a look this afternoon...
It's wonderful, but I want more. Lying on my side, one arm pinned, the other constrained by the angle, I can’t get my body behind
what I’m doing.
Clamping around her, I pull her close and roll, taking her with me until I lie on top and she under me.
She chuckles. “Something I can do for you?”
“You might say that, yes. Or it might be what I can do for you...”
I rise up, straddling her, and now with both hands free to move, flutter fingertips up and down her spine, kissing skin and flesh in
a rhythmic effleurage. Her hands, stretched out on the pillow are fisting, her chest rising and falling more rapidly now. With the
heel of my hands, drawing long strokes into firm muscle, I feel the growing vibration of her arousal...
You like being manhandled...
And we both know it...
Not trying to be gentle, I tug her into position, grabbing her at the hip and hauling up her smooth beautiful ass. As I position
myself behind her, she tries to rise to all fours but I press her down, my palm-print at the back of the neck.
The temptation is always to simply plunge into her. Her scent is rising. Without testing her I know she's already wet, but I still
want to take it slowly.

So instead, kneeling up, shoving her knees well apart to get the benefit of her warming aroma, I keep working her over,
massaging her heart-shaped ass, the narrowing to her waist, the widening to rib and shoulder. With her vulva presented, I glide
paired thumbs down, stroking down to her inner thigh and up again to outline swelling lips.
Her face pressed sidelong on the pillow, her mouth is open as she pants silvery whimpers; a crooned response that tightens my
groin and sends heat rising up my neck and face.
Lowering myself over her, my weight on an elbow, I palm at a breast. It sits warm and soft and heavy in my hand, the nipple
nubbing as I thumb at her. Edging closer, I anchor my cock head against her entrance. A tremor runs through her and then
deliciously, through my chest. Teasing at her, I push barely inwards, the stretch of her hot flesh around mine as I tease then
withdraw, tease then withdraw.
And slowly, easily, I penetrate her.
As I enter, her breath catches, but I don't thrust. Instead sliding in, slowly hilting myself, I twist my hips, rotating inside her.
I love this position. Delving deep, I can reach her g-spot with my cock, massaging her inside. Supporting myself on my arms, I
gyrate into her, and she groans as I grind myself deep. The sound rumbles through her and then to me where my thighs and
groin press against the junction of her legs. “That good?”
Her face pressed sideways on the pillow, “Oh, God, yes.”
I'm enjoying those groans...
But we can do better...
Lodged inside her, I don't want to withdraw and for a moment scrabble at a side-drawer before seeing a movement...
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