Masters & Lovers Box Set One

At some level, I know I am responding to the lifting of the tension. Whatever remaining stress I might have had sizzles away to nothing as my Jade-Eyes loves me with her mouth. Scorching her way along my full length with lips and tongue, she reaches down and in, cupping my balls, kneading gently in her palm.

And it feels like the gift I know it to be.

But if I let her continue, I'll simply blow off, and I'm not having that, today of all days. Stooping, I scoop her up under the arms, pointing to the belt of her robe. "Off." Then kicking off my shoes, I shimmy the rest of the way out of my pants. I point to the bed, still in a tumble from where she and Michael occupied it together earlier. "On."

She obeys but doesn't lie down. Instead, she kneels upright, naked, knees parted, and those lovely pearls swinging over her breasts in long strands of fox and opal. Chin up, there's a touch of challenge in her eye. She wants to take the lead.... .... It's her day.... Why not?

Sitting on the bed beside her, my cock marching to a beat, I kiss her lightly, first on the lips, then on the curve of a breast, before lying back to let her do as she wishes. Her eyes never leave mine as her fingers trace a line over the long muscles of my legs. She hovers around the scar of my injury but no longer recoils from it as she once did.

Easing over to straddle, she displays herself, lifting her body up and away from me. The light sheens over her thighs, highlighting firm muscle and smooth skin, a lovely vee arching up to the auburn of her sex, which hovers over the tip of my trembling shaft. The shine follows the line of her stomach and the curve of her breasts, swaying and shivering with her heartbeat.

"Come closer. I want to touch you."

She inches forward on her knees, leaning a little to let me reach her while still keeping her vulva close to my erection. Her thighs spread wide, her scent drifts over me, a drug as powerful as any.

One hand lightly around her waist, with the other, I palm her breast; warm, pale and rosy tipped, running the pad of my thumb over the nipple until it pebbles in my hand. As I watch, the paleness fades, a crimson dawn rising over stomach and breasts.

She is so beautiful. Her hair sweeps over me, setting a thousand nerve endings dancing, the pearls cool on my skin.

But for all her physical beauty, it is Charlotte's expression that entrances me; intense, deep, hypnotic. Holding my eyes, she moves over me then, lids fluttering as she moves, she slants back, takes me inside herself.

Hips twisting in a slow gyration, she spirals me along the path to climax.... I could simply lie here and let her take me there.

But it's too soon.

"Charlotte, you haven't come yourself."

"It's alright, Master." She continues winding her welling pussy over my cock, her heat and her honey trickling down to wet my groin and balls.

"No, it isn't." Rearing up, my arms around her, I twist and flip us over together so that now my body covers hers and her thighs curve up and around my hips. She laughs. It's a musical, joyful sound.

"A gentleman," I say, "always ensures the lady comes first, otherwise she misses the party."

Her lips curve, her teeth gleaming like the pearls." As you say, Master.... Aaahhhh...."

I thrust hard. Her hands slide around my shoulders, her fingers lacing into my hair, her hips undulating to meet me.... Jade...

She pauses. "What did you call me?"

I pause too, my shaft deep inside her. "Sorry?"

"What did you just call me?" Her brows furrow. "Did you just call me 'A Jade'? A whore?"

Christ, no!

"No! No...." My heart batters inside me. I'd never even considered.... "No, Charlotte. I called you 'Jade'. Just Jade."

There's war in her eyes....

Inside, panic wars with chagrin.

Confession time...

"Inside my head," I say, "I've never called you Charlotte. The thing that very first drew me to you was your eyes." Her forehead puckers, but the aggression is retreating. "In the privacy of my own skull, right from the first, I have called you 'Green-Eyes, or Jade-Eyes, or just 'Jade'."

The eyes concerned widen, then she flings back her head, laughing out loud. "You picked a fine way to let that one out, Master."

I feel a complete fool. "I'm sorry, I never meant to let it out at all. In the heat of the moment...."

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She lands a smacking kiss on my nose. "Don't worry about it...." Then she stares into space. "Jade, eh? Jade.... Jaayyyde...."

"Alright, alright, you've had your laugh. I'll not repeat it."

"No," she says cheerfully. "I like it, now I understand it."

"Alright then. One for you. Why Charlotte?"

She reacts, shifting under me. "How do you mean?"

"I mean just that. Your legal name is Jennifer. Why did you choose Charlotte? Or was it the auction house that gave you the name?"

She goes... distant, and that flush on her breasts creeps up her face.

Odd reaction....

How could that be an embarrassing question?

"Um, no, it wasn't the auction house. I was already using it by then. It was just a name."

She speaks dismissively. And she seems keen to change the subject. "Where were we?" She grins and bucks her hips, jolting me and driving upwards.

I grin back. "About here I think." And I ram home, wallowing in her yelps as I sheath myself, fully hilted, way on down.

There's movement to one side...

Michael standing in the doorway.

How long as he been there?

And he's trying to back out again.

Wondering if he's intruding?

He isn't. Charlotte turns a gigawatt smile onto him.

"Ah, Michael," I say, "Are you joining us?"

There's relief in his face, but he enters the room, closing the door carefully behind him. "Um, no. I'll sit this one out. I had my turn last night. But don't let me interrupt you. Think I'll have some more of that buck's fizz. Want some?" "I think three glasses poured sounds like an excellent idea."

It is. Michael retrieves the bottle from the ice bucket and pours, passing a flute each to me and Charlotte. It sits in my mouth, piquant and glacial as I hold it there, swilling it around before I swallow. Then I plant my iced mouth over one of Charlotte's nipples.

She shrieks and jerks, her glass ricocheting to one side, Michael fielding it just in time. And as she bucks her pussy clamps around me....

Fuck!

And I drop, grunting as her cunt grips and pulses around me....

Michael chuckles. "Clenching, is she?"

Speechless, teeth clamped tight, I nod....

Brought that on myself....

Michael shifts in his seat. "Mmm, think I might join you after all."

Peeling my eyelids apart, I look sidelong to see his pants an unexpectedly tight fit. And now I laugh. "Had the desired effect, did it?"

He gives one of those absolutely typical Michael grins, somewhere between 'little-boy-I've-lost-my-yoyo' and 'lie-down-in-a-Y-position-please'. The shirt comes off. The pants too, to be casually kicked into the undergrowth. "Now then, Charlotte, time for our first family get together."

Sounds good to me....