Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

CHARLOTTE

He looks like a god. My bronzed, blond Apollo. I gaze on, for the sheer pleasure of watching him move, male beauty in motion, sheer poetry.

Having reduced one tree core to usable pieces, he moves to pick up the next, placing it on his timber anvil. And now, he sees me, his face lighting up.

“Charlotte!”

Dropping the axe, he strides over, sweeping me into his arms, his eyes alight.

“I didn’t hear you arrive. I was trying to have everything ready for you.”

“I can see that.” I grin. “Looks like you’ve got the house toasty warm for us.”

“I wanted you to come Home.” His expression is a puzzle; longing, love, hope, enthusiasm, sadness. “I wanted you to…. to have a place to call your own.”

And then he is on me, his arms encircling me, his mouth fastened on mine.

I love him. I want him. And my body wants him.

He breaks the kiss, looking down at me, a speculative look in his eye. “Yes?” he says.

My heart pounding - I have seen too little of my Golden Lover in the past few weeks - I cast an eye over our surroundings. “Um, yes, but here?”

He grins, beckoning me with his eyes.

“Er, no, not here….” Taking me by the hand, smiling all the while, he leads me back into the kitchen, opening the unidentified door I spotted. And beyond is….

The chamber is basic in the extreme; four walls, a ceiling and a bed. But a fire burns brightly in a hearth, on the wall to the rear of the kitchen range when I think about it, and there are candles everywhere. Only one or two are lit, but Michael moves around the room with a taper, lighting one candle off the last, until light glimmers golden with candle and firelight.

The bed is huge and thickly blanketed.

“I couldn’t get the house properly ready for you,” he says, apologetically. “I wanted to, but there simply wasn’t time. But I was able to get it to the point that we can eat, and sleep and make love.”

The room, bare though it is, is beautiful. And I see from the hope in his eyes that he wants me to like it.

“It’s lovely,” I say. “Um…. have we a bathroom?”

those trees

to pee

“Gotcha!” And I laugh too,

through to the hotel and use the bathrooms there if you want to. Or there’s an old privy out

“Right…. Um… A shower?”

tin bath hanging off a nail

This should be interesting….

he asks, anxiety in

fingers in his hair,

he says. “James will be here

stops to kiss me, and the world is a warm and wonderful

he mutters, his voice husky.

of winter clothes and

“It’ll be warm

as he undresses, unbelting his jeans, shrugging

have been able

building our home. You’re fine.” And he is. He smells wonderful, of hard work, clean sweat and warm

My Golden Lover….

just want to

what

skin is cold, but his breath scalds across my skin, my nipples puckering. His arms, one around my midriff, one about my shoulders, pull me in tightly, contouring my curves to his harder, muscled

nails, rough and hard, dig, point-like into my spine, drawing little gasps from me and sending my pussy into a liquid

pressing against my thigh. I feel electrified, heady; and the tremor inside

I want you

cock into me. Already wet for him, more than ready after our long parting, I spread myself wide,

want you. I love you. I’ve waited for you.”

me, I move to take him, swinging my

on the pillow by mine. “Charlotte….” He almost breathes the

I match, meeting him. This is lovemaking at its most simple. Two people, one within the other, the meeting of flesh, the meeting of souls; my Golden Lover and I, as we rock and love and fuck our way to

hips up to take him as deeply as I am able. His cock ramming into me, balls banging

I know he is struggling for

it won’t be

strains for expression. With Michael’s cock within me, stretching me, filling me, my pussy