Chapter 7 - Winter Wedding #6
MICHAEL
I can''t help it. A grin takes over my face, spreading from ear to ear, from cheek to cheek.
Charlotte grins back. “You look pleased.”
“Oh, Babe, you have no idea.”
Mischief gleams in her eye. “It''s my Day Twelve. The next few days…”
“Is that right? No time to waste, then.” “... Best get you indoors ASAP.”
“Here,” she whispers.
“Here? Charlotte, it''s fucking freezing.”
“Here. Now. Everyone''s around in the house. I want you to myself. And now.” Jade eyes dance upward.
“That hay should befortable.”
“It''ll wait an hour, Sweetheart. Until we can get some privacy indoors.”
“I took my temperature. Now.”
“Your temperature? You''re not messing around, are you.”
“I know it''s what you want. I want it too. And I''m ready. Both up here…” She taps her temple and… “…
She slips her hand back into mine, sliding it over her belly… “… down here.”
The grin has charge of my face. “Who am I to disappoint ady?”
“What happened to the caveman in my life?” She eye-points upwards…. “I thought you’d drag me off
by my hair into yourir.”
“You want a caveman? You''ve got one.” I scoop her up, and she shrieks withughter as I fling her over
my shoulder.
Snagging my jacket en route, I carry her up thedder into the hayloft. “You might regret this. Hayseeds
get everywhere.” Laying the jacket fur side upwards over the straw, “Lie on this. Keep your top on. Just
take off your jeans.”
She kicks off boots, shoves off jeans, leaving herself with only thick fleecy socks below the waist, then
settles her pale, naked rear on the sheepskin, Lying back in the ssic artist’s model pose; a hand
behind her head, one knee slightly raised, her eyes lock with mine.
I lie alongside, stroking the length of her body, moving close to nibble at an ear. The hay is sweet and
fragrant, if a touch bristly. “Charlotte, thank you.”
Her smile is bright and perfect. “My pleasure.”
I let fingers drift over her thighs; soft and warm, a hint of firm muscle beneath. Sliding from knee to loin,
and back again, I’m conscious that my fingertips are roughened, catching slightly on her smooth skin.
She draws in a whisper of air, and I rest my hand over copper-red curls. “Open up,” I murmur. Sighing,
she eases her knees apart, canting her hips upwards a trifle as I slip my fingers down and in.
For a moment I hold, my palm cupping her mound, fingers probing at warm flesh. Oddly, my cock’s
slow to respond. By now, I’m usually bulging at my fly and keen to release a bit of pressure. This time…
More at stake…
More than just lovemaking…
“Are you alright?” Her words are quiet.
“Yes, I’m fine. It just… feels different this time.”
“It is different…” She chuckles… “Would you like me to google instructions for you?”
I burst outughing. “I don’t think that will be necessary… Fuck…”
“What’s wrong?” She semi-sits, propping herself up on her elbows, then giggles as, rolling to one side
to lie t on the hay, I do battle with my belt.
“Sorry, gimme a mo. Got a sudden congestion problem. It''s getting a bit crowded in here.” Wrestling
buckle and zipper open, I let my shaft out for air. “God, that''s better. A man needs room to breathe
sometimes.”
She nods down at my waving cock. “I don''t think you breathe through that.”
“No? You''d better hope I can. Because where I''m going to have my nose and mouth in a minute, air''s in
short supply… Now… about that caveman thing…”
Eyes widening to glorious green gems, she giggles again, then gasps as I nt my hand between her
breasts, pushing her down.
“Silence please,” I say. “Artist at work here…” Grabbing her under the knees, I tug her along, tip her up
and, a palm on either thigh, spread her wide.
Her perfume blooms, flowing over me in a glorious scented cloud, fragranced and heady. My cock
pulses…
Gonna take my time over this…
My cock disagrees…
It doesn’t carry the vote…
Hovering over her with my lips, I breathe… letting heated air bathe her, first at loin and inner thigh, then
the swelling flesh of her outerbia.
“Ahhh... “ She flexes, her head flinging back.
The copper-red of hair merges with the growing flush of her skin; a flush that flowers over her vulva,
spreading to belly and thighs
A glinting line at her slit…
The gleam of wetness…
Her heating sex…
Pushing up her sweater, I kiss her navel, her belly. Then, pulling the sweater back over her pimpling
skin, slip down to mouthe over the vee of her loins.
She’s arching now, rising at the hips to meet me, legs straining wide. My hands opening her, fingers
partingbia to expose her glorious, pungently-scented, liquefying pussy, I thumb over her hooded clit.
Charlotte groans… “Oh, God…”
Sweeping back the hood with one thumb, with the other, I stroke her bud, probing and pushing at the
base, watching it engorge and erge, turning brilliantly scarlet.
She bucks, “Michael…”
“Ask me nicely…”
“Please…”
“Gonna have youing two ways today.” Charlotte giggles, then gasps, arching as I plunge my face
between her thighs.
My mouth open wide, her folds are swelling nicely. Sliding my tongue over hot, sulent flesh brings
them on a bit more. But I want more than this. Teasing at her swelling sex, stretching the flesh with
teeth and lips, brings her on a bit more, her lips puffing up, her entrance opening for me. She smells
amazing. My balls crawl with tension and my cock thrumms with pressure, pulsing in time with the
banging behind my ears.
Tonguing over, Ip over Charlotte’s still-hooded clit. She jolts, groaning and her knees open further.
Might as well help that along…
I swing her feet over my shoulders, then snap my hands around and under her ass, lifting and helping
her to open wider. “Always knew there must be a good reason this is James'' favourite ce to be.”
She chuckles, angling herself, offering her blooming pussy to my mouth.
“Good girl. That''s what we''re looking for.” I plunge into her with my tongue and she shrieks, my cupped
palms holding her to me as I suck and lick andp at acidic, honeyed juices. I spiral inside, her muscles
fluttering. Hands clutch at my skull, nails biting in as Charlotte jerks and jolts and moans. She’s
streaming; tangy, musky, briny; her honey all mine to enjoy.
My position’s still a little awkward, and my neck is cricking.
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Easy ess…
Winding her jeans into a roll, I shove them under her hips to rece my hands, leaving my fingers free
for a bit of exploration. Stretching her open, her pussy is heated; reddening, thebia swelling, and I
delve in once more, sucking away her flow.