Masters And Lovers 1-4

Chapter 69

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Charlotte

I hesitate, stumbling over my words. All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“You've worked long enough for one session,” says my Master. “You need to take a break.”

I want to protest, but raising a forefinger, he interrupts me. “You're going stale. I asked you the same

question ten minutes ago and you knew the answer then.”

He’s right….

Sheepishly, I nod.

He looks at me with that depthless gaze of his. “So, what kind of a break would you like to take?”

As though the question were a word of command, I grow liquid inside.

His eyes and mouth are soft. One hand cupping my cheek, his lips brush over mine; warm and

sensual. It is the lightest of touches, but the sensation skitters through me, catching the air in my throat

and sending electricity scampering down my spine.

With his free hand on my waist, he pulls me a little closer, not coercing me, simply guiding me in. The

hand on my cheek explores my face, the fingertips outlining my lips as his dark eyes follow the

movement.

He's not smiling, but he is intense…. intent…. fixed on me, until with a sigh, he slips fingers through my

hair, pulling my face to his as his mouth opens over mine. This time the kiss is not light, but sensual

and erotic.

Much of the time, he wants to take me, to test me….

…. to test my limits….

.... to Master me….

…. but a different mood is on him. He wants to make love. And in the sweet warm air of summer, blue

skies above and our small private universe in the long grass, so do I.

Heat surges through me at the urgency of his kiss. And I want him. I want him as much as I know he

wants me.

My work lies to one side, disregarded. This is not the moment.

His mouth slips down my face to the curve of my neck, opening over my skin. The wet heat of him,

even in the warm sunshine, sears me, blazing through me as I shudder. One hand cups a breast

through my top then pulls at the thin cotton. “Take it off.”

Quickly I tug it over my head, feeling fingers behind me as I do so, unclipping my bra. He takes the tee-

shirt from me, spreading it on the grass then pushing me gently down onto it.

Naked from the waist, I lie there, curving my arms over my head, displaying myself in the way I know

he likes. For long seconds he sits, simply looking at me, his lean features gentle, the breeze ruffling his

dark hair a little.

“I want to see all of you.” His fingers tug at my buckle, easing leather from steel. The zipper rasps

down, then double-handedly, he tugs at my jeans, hooking fingers into my panties as he does so,

taking them too. Arching up on bare soles, I lift my hips and my clothes pull away, leaving me naked for

my Master.

Again, I stretch, presenting myself, pulling my waist taut. Lifting my hips and one knee a shade, I ease

a thigh just a little open. Not wide, but enough to suggest….

…. To invite….

He sits upright beside me, blinking slowly as he looks down the length of my body. One hand strokes

me; from my stomach, curving over waist and breast to where the nipple nubs in the slight coolth of the

breeze. With thumb and forefinger, he picks up a lock of my hair, winding it around the finger.

His voice is slow. “You're so beautiful.”

“Master….”

His eyes flick to mine then back to the lock of hair which he curls and twists. “My Green-Eyes…. My

Jade.”

“Master....”

His gaze shifts to mine again, and this time, holds….

“…. I want you.”

He leans in once more. I think he is going to kiss me, but instead, his mouth hovers by my ear. “You

have me…. Always,” he whispers.

Inside, I’m growing liquid and loose, melting. “I want you inside me.”

He pulls back once more, his gaze on mine, intense as a caress, a smile ghosting over his lips. He

reaches down, slipping open the buttons of his shirt, then tugging the linen free of his belt.

Taking a moment more to unfasten cuffs, he strips the shirt away. As it slips down, I watch the play of

golden light on his body, firm and toned. My Master may be older, but his body is still beautiful and the

sunshine gleams on his skin.

His shoulders and chest are lean and well-shaped, the muscles defined. Fine dark hairs ripple a little in

the breeze, a scattering across his chest which trails down to his abs then narrows to a fine line leading

to his waist and beyond. I follow that line with a fingertip, tracing it to his belt then, my fingers paused,

raise my eyes to his.

His mouth puckers and he unbuckles and unzips, pausing a moment to nudge at the heel of one shoe

with the toe of the other, prising it off. The second shoe follows, then he shrugs out of his pants to lie

naked alongside me, his head propped on an elbow on the warm grass.

His shaft rises from its dark nest, the head trembling against my thigh to leave a damp trace on my

skin. I touch his face, caressing his spare features, the pad of my thumb on his lips, then stoop to take

him in my mouth. The silken skin of his cock-head is warm on my lips, and the bitter-sweet taste of his

seeping pre-cum, delicate over my tongue.

He sighs, inhaling deeply, stroking my hair as I suckle on him. His erection hardens, growing larger.

Cupping his balls in my palm and pressing at the root with fingertips, it throbs against my hand and he

groans; a soft sound that vibrates through his flesh.

Abruptly, he grabs me at the shoulders, tugging me back alongside himself, then pushing, pressing me

down onto my back.

“Always,” he whispers, “Always….” His hand slides down my body to my thighs. “Open up.” Obediently,

I part my thighs, the sun hot on the pale tender skin there and the hand slips between, palming my sex.

“You’re very wet,” he murmurs.

“Wet for you, Master.”

He makes a pleased sound. “I’m happy to hear that.” And he probes with a finger, slipping inside me.

It sizzles and jabs, my pussy pulsing around him as my arousal flares, hot and bright. Winding circles

inside, he stretches me then slips in another finger. My moan escapes, all unbidden.

“Like that?”

“Yes, Master.” My voice is shaky. “Very much.”

“Good.” And he probes more deeply, aiming in and up, rubbing at my sweet spot. Gurgling, I arch and

shudder. “Oh, God….”

Harder he rubs, and harder, almost scraping at me inside. The pleasure is beyond exquisite and I try to

fling my head back, but flat against the turf, I can’t. He snakes his free arm around my shoulders,

holding and supporting me as I judder and jerk under his sweet torture.

“Master, please….”

“Please what?”

“Please, I want you inside me.”

“I am inside you,” he teases. His thumb joins in the games down below, flicking at my bud as his fingers

work me.

Lightning stabs through me, slashing through my core….

“Please….”

His hand leaves me, and he rolls to lie atop me, kneeing my legs wide, his cock kissing my entrance.

As he penetrates, he opens me with a sweet stretching that sets me a-tingle and a-shudder. Then,

filling me with his long, thick shaft, his eyelids close and he inhales; long deep breaths, holding still for

a long moment, his teeth lightly gritted.

His body covering mine, one arm around my shoulders, he holds me close. The other hand is flat over

my cheek, and his forehead rests on mine.

When his eyes open again, he says, “Somehow, no matter how often we do this, how often I am inside

you, it's never enough. Never too much.”

“No, never, Master.”

He moves within me, nuzzling into the crook of my neck and shoulder. All unbidden, a whimper

escapes me as I rise to meet him, welcoming his body into my own, rocking with his movement. The

scent of him, heady, musky and male fills my nostrils, intoxicating me. My world is filled with him.

The day is hot and still now, almost silent. High above, a skylark warbles its way to heaven and

somewhere close, a cricket chirrups. The sound of my breathing, and of my Master’s, is loud as we

rock and move together, dancing our way to heaven also. I swing my legs up and around him and he

shifts with me, cradling me in his arms, penetrating me more deeply.

My blood sizzles and the fluttering behind my ribs of my heart grows to a pounding as my Master takes

me to climax. My flesh, clasping and clutching at his, shivers then shudders, then moves to an ecstatic

pulsing. My fingers clawing into his shoulders, I jerk and buck under him. I think I’m screaming, but I’m

not sure. All I can hear is the wild banging in my head as he drives into me.

As I descend, my eyes fluttering open to the azure vault above, with a shudder and a groan, his head

drops to the crook of my neck and his hips judder against mine, twisting as he spills into me.

We fall still, drifting from the heights.

He kisses my cheek then, breathing heavily, rolls away from me, our flesh sucking apart, slick with

sweat. We don’t speak, simply lying side by side, panting, his fingers lacing into mine as the heaving of

his chest subsides. Feeling soft and content, I’m happy to lie here, watching the skylark on its spiralling

descent.

“You should cover up,” says a voice.

Jerked back to reality, I look around, to see Michael sitting on the grassy bank a little way from us. His

eyes crinkle. “It’s all very well for James,” he says. “He tans. But you'll crisp under this sun if you don't

cover up soon.”

“You want to...?” I hold out my hand.

He shakes his head, his teeth white against a deep tan. “Later maybe. When I’ve had a shower.”

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