When they’re done, Michael lies quietly for a moment, still on top of and inside her, then lifting himself up, “Coffee?”
“Mmm, lovely,” she says.
“Back in five.” He kisses her, eye-points me and she smiles.
“What would you like, Master?”
“Just be you,” I murmur, “and be with me.”
Together, embracing, we drift, a clattering of cups drifting up from the kitchen. There"s something special about lying with a woman, bare-breasted and beautiful, her eyes full of joy and welcome.
She strokes my chest, winding her fingers through coils of hair, tracing the outline of my ribs and n*****s. And for once, I’m happy to let her do as she wishes, passively accepting her.
My c**k’s at half-mast, willing to be persuaded to more, and even after the wild ride she just had with Michael, Charlotte’s wea
