Chapter 90: The Virgin And The Masters, Part 2, Lovemaking

MICHAEL

She is so beautiful, standing there between us, James to her fore, me behind. My hands on her shoulders, I rest my face over her head, scenting her hair. James, with an arm around her waist, pulls her in close, controlling her, as he does, and as she loves. Kissing her, his mouth wide on hers, I hear her gasp, feel her body shiver as she responds to him.

Behind her, slipping her waterfall of copper hair to one side, I slide down the zip of her dress, feeling the fabric ride her silhouette; her perfect breasts, the curve of her waist to hip, and as the dress falls away, her scent billows over me, almost an assault. As I nibble at her neck, the soft skin behind her ear, her head flings back against mine, and she swings her face back to me, trying to kiss, as she croons her growing arousal; sheer honey to my swelling cock as it presses to her through my jeans.

James drops to his knees, holding her at the hip, his face nuzzling into the vee of her legs as he tugs at her panti