The Lover's Children

Chapter 8 - Winter Wedding #7

My cock thumps protest, wanting to be inside her, and the roughness as the head and shaft brush over

hay isn't helping. I’m trickling already, but I want to trickle inside…

Not yet...

Stretching her lips wide, opening her pussy to the full, her bud is exposed, stiff and upright. With my

tongue tip, I probe at the base for the sweet spot she has there.

Uuurrgghhh… She shudders, quaking against me.

Gotcha...

Silently laughing, I probe again, this time swiping around her clit, through her folds and over the tip.

She yells, and pussy juices scald over my chin. Wriggling and bucking, she tries to escape but, still

stretching her open with my thumbs, I pin her pelvis with palms and fingers.

She's quivering and straining, and with every yell, high voltage jolts across my shaft and balls. I'm hard

enough that it aches...

I'll make you yell a different tune in a minute…

She smells of sweat and salt and sex, but not yet of me. Her quivering is growing, accelerating, building

to a shudder. Her flesh pulses, and her hips tremble and strain under my hands.

She's about to blow...

Give her a few extra seconds...

...and drawing out the moment, I ease off, tracing the most delicate of lines in spirals around her bud.

So gently…

So slowly…

Her breathing is rapid. Panting. Then my tongue-tip to her clit-tip, I flick the tiny thing… Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

... This way and that…

This way and that…

Charlotte bucks, flinging forward, her nails clutching into my shoulders, biting in.

Wailing out, she gushes hot, screaming out her climax... “God… No...”

Releasing her clit, I drop to her pussy, plunging in to tongue-fuck her as I suck up spilling juices.

“Red! Red!”

Instantly, I withdraw, swinging her legs free of my shoulders to kneel upright, watching my quivering,

quaking, shaking fox-haired Love. Wherever she is right now, it’s not the same planet as the rest of us.

Eyes squeezed tight closed, teeth bared, fingers curled to claws, spine arched, she bucks and

shudders her way through orgasm…

… and eases…

… Still breathing heavily, she relaxes back down onto the hay. Her eyes flutter open, first staring

straight up, then, green and brilliant, shifting to me. I lay a hand on the vee of her thighs, the skin hot

and wet, copper curls gleaming. “Good?”

She nods, then both hands raised, reaches for me. “I think that makes it your turn.”

“I think it does.” Shimmying my jeans down and off, I kick them to one side then kneel up above her, my

shaft pulsing its enthusiasm against my belly. “No doubt we’ll both be picking hayseeds out of our

clothes for the next week.”

Charlotte chuckles, but her eyes fixed on mine, she angles her hips, spreads her thighs. Her smile is

wicked. After a moment, her gaze drops to my erection, holds, then rises again. “You going to do

something with that, then?”

“Oh, yes. Hold on tight. You’re not getting out of this without coming again.” Surging forward, I seize her

at the wrists. She squeals, but I push her arms over her head, then settle myself over her, my cock now

resting against her belly. Slipping my arms under her shoulders, I hold her to myself, my cheek against

hers. “Comfortable?” I murmur.

She shifts, twisting her face to mine, her lips meeting mine. “Mmmm…” She flexes and swings, her legs

locking around my waist. “Inside me. I want you inside me. Now.”

It’s so easy, so smooth; sliding myself down, my cockhead slipping through folds already hot and wet,

to her entrance. She’s open, slick and ready for me, and my gradual penetration is tight and delicious.

She whimpers as I enter, her arms curving down to hold me at the shoulders.

A slight withdrawal, then I re-penetrate until she sheathes me entirely. The temptation is to pound in,

fuck her hard and blow my load. My cock says Yes to that, but my head says No.

I want her screaming under me, and not just for a few seconds.

Winding my hips, pressing in, I spiral my shaft inside her, angling upward. It’s not the easiest of moves,

but as I push against her g-spot, she lurches in my arms, hissing air through her teeth… “Oh, God…”

“Like I said, you’re not getting away without coming again, on my cock this time.” And I wind another

circle inside her, to be rewarded by a ball-tightening groan. My thighs are encouragingly wet. Another

circuit and her groan is louder.

“Ready for more?”

“Oh, God, yes. Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me hard.”

“As my wife wishes…” And I ram forward, hard enough to swing my balls. She squawks, pitching under

me, arms flailing.

I thrust again, “Come on, Babe. I want you to come again. This doesn’t finish until you do.” Another

stroke. And another. Filling her with myself each time, withdrawing, then driving in again, full-length, my

cock harder with every stroke. “Come for me…”

“Uuurrgghhh…”

Her apparent loss of the power of speech makes me smile, but she’s on the build, her tension

mounting. Taking a break from jack-hammering into her, I pause to wind another circle into her,

catching that sweet spot inside her again, savouring her answering scream, then once more spearing

in…

“Come for me…”

But she's ahead of me, her body convulsing, her hands gripping my shoulders as though she might fall

off the edge of the world if she released her hold.

I don’t stop, thrusting hard. Her hips jerk and jolt against mine. She’s yelling something. There could be

words in there but I’m not sure. It doesn’t matter. I know what she’s saying, and I give her everything I

know she wants…

Charlotte stiffens under me. For a moment she’s quite still, her eyes blinking open; huge-pupilled,

bordered by emeralds. Her face is brilliantly flushed, her copper hair bronzed with sweat. Her heart

bangs against mine.

Her breathing is jerky, rapid, then pauses altogether...

Eyes squeezing tight again, she lurches under me, and her panted yells become one, long, drawn-out

wail…

Her flush darkens from scarlet to crimson…

“Don't forget to breathe...”

In mid-climax, her eyes unsqueeze to meet mine and she bursts into laughter, or tries to. The two don't

really go together. Her mouth flung wide, all that comes out is the bastard lovechild of a cough and a

splutter

“Oh God… Don't… Don’t do that... I...”

“Do what? This?” And I give her another shove at her g-spot to finish her off...

“No. Oh... God… No...”

“No?”

“It's delicious, but I can't stand it.”

Abruptly, she grabs at my naked ass, holding me to herself. Her cunt, tight and hot around me,

clenches and grabs, squeezing at me, one rhythmic pulse after another.

Shit!

And I blow…

As I spurt, she’s still clutching at me…

One volley, two…

And now, her laughter is real. “See how you like it,” she chuckles.

… a third, and I’m done, but she’s still clamping around me like some psychotic plumber with a blocked

drain to clear…

Wringing me dry….

“Stop, Charlotte. For fuck’s sake, stop…”

She laughs again, a wicked little chuckle, gives my cock one more squeeze, then relaxes, releasing her

death-grip on my backside.

Limp in body, mind and groin, I drop, my weight huffing the air from her ribs.

“For fuck’s sake, Michael, you weigh a ton. Roll off, will you.”

She shoves and, unceremoniously, I drop to one side, blinking back the shooting stars behind my eyes.

“Jeez… That was…”

She giggles. “Spectacular...” She rolls close, nips my chin between thumb and forefinger steering my

face to hers, then presses her lips to me... “… as it should be for our first make-a-baby effort.”

Abruptly, it’s hard to swallow. Something wells inside me. “Thank you, Charlotte.” Tugging up my pants,

I realise belatedly that she’s still half-naked too. “Get dressed. Don’t get chilled.”

“I’ll just lie here for five minutes,” she says. “Might as well give everything time to head off for the

goalposts. Oh, and later, when you’ve caught up on yourself again. We’ll do it again.”

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