Chapter 52: The Girl Who Came Back - Chapter Eight


    I echo his sigh, arching a little as he teases inside my folds. I am already wet for him. “Ah, that’s good,


    Charlotte. That’s good.”


    “I want to kiss you while you touch me…”


    His mouth on mine, Michael strokeszy circles through my sex. His fingers glide through me, spiralling


    into my pussy then out again to nudge at my bud. Electricity dances through me, and I whimper into the


    warmth of his mouth. My fingers entwined in his hair, breathing in the scent of him, all I want is to have


    him inside me.


    His cock hardening against my thigh, I reach to stroke it, to caress the velvety skin between thumb and


    forefinger, to ready him for me, as he is readying me for him.


    Michael trembles, his breath growing ragged, his shaft beginning to produce a warm flow. Swinging up,


    atop him, I straddle my Golden Lover, his beautiful cock hard between the warmth of my thighs. I don’t


    want him to enter me just yet.


    In the dark of this moonless night, with only the stars, his face is a pattern of light and shade below me,


    just a glint of reflection from his eyes as he gazes up at me. His hands holding me at the hips, I slide


    over him, my slippery folds over his hardness, before, guiding a little with one hand, I ease him into my


    entrance, but still, I don’t take him inside me. Instead, pushing against him, rocking my hips, I tease at


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    his cock-head, pressing it against my inner muscles and easing away again, promising always to take


    him inside, then back off.


    He groans, “Oh, God, Charlotte… Let me in. It’s sending me nuts…”


    I chuckle, but enjoying myself, continue my teasing. The control I have, of having my Lover under me,


    of choosing when and how I will allow myself to be prated….


    I gasp. Michael, gripping my hips hard, holding me still, drives upwards, spearing me in one smooth


    movement.


    I yell andugh at the same time. It feels so good. My slick pussy, stretched open by the thick shaft


    inside me, flows and pulses as our bodies merge.


    Even in the darkness, I see the whiteness of his grin. “Enough teasing, Madam.” And he flips me over,


    onto my back. “Now we’ll see who has control…”


    And he thrusts, hard, and again.


    “Scream for me, Charlotte. I want to hear you…”


    It takes no effort. Michael is pummelling me inside, and it feels…. just amazing.


    Shrieking andughing, I swing up my legs, wrapping them around him, allowing him to prate me


    even more deeply.


    “Ah, that’s it…. you’re going to walk bow-legged tomorrow…”


    He’s probably not wrong. I move to meet him, colliding my body with his as he rams home into me. My


    heavy breasts swinging, his balls bang against me, as we fuck our way to climax.


    But this isn’t fucking. This is lovemaking…


    Michael changes tempo, pacing himself I think, and I match him. Now, I feel the difference as he works


    for my pleasure, rather than his own. With each thrust, he withdrawspletely, before sliding in


    slowly, only to withdraw once more; stretching me open and re-stretching me, as his bulging cock


    prates me.


    Resting on one elbow above me, he slips his spare hand between us…. He chuckles. “It’s a bit of a


    tight fit. I can’t move my fingers. Do you want to ease your death grip on my hips?”


    I rx my legs a bit, giving him more room to move, and he slips his hand into my clit. Still repeatedly


    slow-prating me, he winds his finger around my nub.


    The stars I see, are behind my eyelids now. Moaning as he works my stiff bud, my hips a-quiver, the


    warming constriction of orgasm pools in my pussy. Breathy and panting, my heated sex throbbing to


    Michael’s rhythm, I hold him tightly to me. My hands sped around his shoulders, my face buried in


    his neck, gathering him to me, I moan my rise to climax before, as my pussy spasms and clutches, I


    wail my rapture into the silent night.


    Still, he works me, gently whirling my clit, gradually filling and refilling me. It is a dreamlike, slow-motion


    experience, and as I descend from my climax, the only sounds are our heavy breathing and the


    susurration of gentlypping water.


    “Ah, that was wonderful,” I murmur. But now Michael is thrusting harder, more vigorously. Again, I


    tighten my thighs around his waist, moving to match his thrusts. I nibble at his lobes, run my fingers


    across his back and down his spine, as my Golden Lover builds to his own climax.


    With a jar to his breathing, he cums. Deeply inside me, he shudders into my core. His groans are quiet


    but intense, and at thest, he rests, his face on my breasts, panting heavily, one arm curved up to


    stroke my face.


    For long minutes we lie there together, before rolling off me, he lies back looking up again at the


    incredible sky.


    He doesn’t speak but just lies there.


    He looks sad.


    Why should he be sad?


    What we just did was wonderful.


    “Michael? Are you okay?”


    He doesn’t respond.


    “Michael? Is something wrong?”


    Still, he remains silent.


    “Michael?”


    “I’m sorry, Charlotte.”


    “Sorry? What are you sorry for? Have I upset you somehow?”


    “Not…. intentionally, no.” He is hesitant, clearly trying to choose his words. “I wanted to talk to you,


    while it’s just you and me.”


    I stroke his hair. “I’m listening.”


    Still he wavers. “It won’t happen you know,” he says. “I know what you’re hoping for, but it won’t


    happen. He’ll not marry you.”


    I lie very still, for a long moment.


    Swallowing the gulp that rises in my throat, “I think he loves me. I think he’s in love with me.”


    “Yes, he is. But he still won’t marry you. He thinks he’s too old for you.”


    For a while he is silent. “I’m in love with you too. You do know that, don’t you? You believe me?”


    “Of course, I do. And I love you too.”


    “His voice is strained. “You don’t love me, the way you do him…”


    I spin. “Didn’t we go through this the other day? It’s… different…. for the two of you. You’re such a


    beautiful person, and I adore being with you. It’s just….”


    “I’m not so exciting to you as James….”


    “Michael, whatever you think, I do love you, but it’s just not the same with you, and with him, and…


    and, I couldn’t bear to give him up…”


    I don’t know what else to say and settle for staring into the dark.


    “Charlotte. I would never try to rob you of him. I know there’s something special between the two of you


    and let’s face it, our rtionship, almost from Day One, has always been the three of us.” Then he


    myself, you’d have me worn to a husk in a month. You need more than one man.”


    What is he suggesting?


    “So, why do you want to change things? Do you want to change things?”


    “It’s just…. James is your Master. That’s never going to be any different. Even if I wanted it, it’s certainly


    not something I’m cut out for. It makes my blood run cold sometimes when I see the things you and he


    do together… But, then what am I to you? Your boyfriend? Lover? What?”


    “I think of you as my Lover, and, I think, so does he. In fact, he has said so to me. I…”


    “Yes?”


    “I think of you as my ‘Golden Lover’.” Suddenly I feel embarrassed. “I’m sorry, it always sounds so


    good in my head. It sounds a bit silly, said out-loud doesn’t it?”


    Michael smiles. “No, it doesn’t sound silly at all.” He hesitates. “I have something for you if you will


    ept it.”