Female Novel
Chapter 40
But no, as he pulls back to look me in the face, his eyes are alight.
He traces the outline of my lips with a finger. “I love you too, Kirstie. I’ll admit, it’s unexpected to me.But I do love you.” Then his mouth falls over mine and he pulls me in tight at waist and hip.novelbin
“Ah, jeez….” he mutters.
“Something wrong?”
“Nope, quite the opposite.” He chuckles. “I need to get out of these pants. They’re killing me.”
I giggle, my fist against my mouth.
His voice rich with mock anger, “Don’t laugh, Kirstie. A man has some pride in these things.” Hestruggles with his belt.
“Here, let me,” I say.
I kiss him on the mouth, reaching down to unbuckle and unzip him, sliding soft fabric down past leanhips and tightly muscled thighs, until he steps free. Then gradually moving south, I kiss the tip of hisnose, his chin and the tender skin of his collarbone. Slowly, I slip free each button of his shirt, then hiscuffs and slide the garment back from his shoulders.
His bared chest my canvas, with his broad shoulders and fine scattering of black hair, I stroke and kissthe firm skin, the tight muscles, all the while slowly dropping.
He knows where this is going, and as I gradually fall to my knees, he shudders against my open mouth.
His voice is husky. “You don’t have to kneel for me, Kirstie. I don’t need to Master you all the time.”
“I’m not kneeling for my Master,” I say. “I’m kneeling for my Lover.”
And with that, I take his hard, beautiful cock into my mouth. It trembles and quivers between my lips asI gently suck at the seeping head, laving the delicate skin with the moist heat of my tongue. His pre-cum washes inside my mouth, with its subtle briny taste, and I inhale the clean sandal-wood muskinessof his groin. And as I suckle on him, basking in his perfume, my pussy warms and wells, readying mefor him.
Looking up, I see him, arms stretched upwards, hands clasped behind his head. His heaving chestgleams in the half-light, the skin slick with perspiration. His teeth are almost bared, gritted against thelow moan he exhales.
“Thank you,” he murmurs. “It feels like a gift, that you will do this for me.”
His breath hastening, abruptly, he bends. “Enough,” he says. “It’s amazing, and another evening, I wantyou to take me all the way, but tonight, I want to make love with you on your back, and under me.”
Hands under my arms, he lifts me effortlessly upright to face him. He caresses my cheek then, in histurn, unbuttons my blouse, drawing long strokes with his fingers over the pale skin of my breasts. Ahand cupping one, he reaches behind me, releasing my bra and tugging it away from me. He stoops totake a nipple into his mouth, fingering the other, sucking, teething and mouthing, rolling, tweaking andpinching. They pucker tight, fire stabbing exquisitely down and through to my already heated core, andgasping, I tremble under the touch of my lover, fingers digging reflexively into the back of his skull.
Even with his mouthful of nipple, he smiles at my response. With quick, economic movements, heunzips my skirt, slipping it down over the curve of my hips. My panties follow, his fingers hooked insidethe filmy satin as dropping to his knees, descending, he slides them down.
The heat of his breath settles at the vee of my thighs, and as I step out of the panties, his face ispressing into my wet curls, his tongue probing beyond. I moan and stagger as electric sensation pulses
through me, but he grips me in support at the hips and my own fingers cage together around his head,keeping me upright.
It is utterly magical, but after only a few moments, “I can’t reach you properly like this.” he says. “Timeto have you abed, my Lady.”
He stands, and in a smooth sweep, lifts me up in his arms and places me, almost reverently, on thebed.
It’s so different to how it was before with him….
And yet…. somehow…. the same….
His eyes are dark and sensual, and intense, his expression carnal, almost predatory; and the look ofhim jolts down to my pussy. I am drunk on this man. I want to wallow in him. And the growing achebetween my legs demands it.
In a lithe movement, he swings across me, parting me at the knees, dropping to caress my clit with histongue. Lightning sizzles through me, thunder rocking and rolling inside my head.
It won’t take long. I know that. I’m already halfway along the road. His mouth over my pussy, he thumbsat my clit. With tongue and thumb working to the same rhythm, he laps and kneads me, penetrates andmassages me, drinks from me and….
The wave rises within, the coming tsunami. Arching, my spine strains to meet him….
And the wave breaks, and the rush takes me.
I wail my release, his tongue still lapping at me, but more gently now, drawing out the moment before itbecomes….
…. unbearable….
“Stop! Raven, Ryan. Raven.”
He sits up, his mouth wet. “That’s a good time to call your safe words.” he smiles. As I lie there, lookingup at him, still shuddering in the aftermath of orgasm, he says “You’re good for me, you know. And Ithink that I’m good for you.”
Then he kneels up between my thighs.
And as I stare up at him, he morphs into Dom mode. Heat in his eyes, he pins me with his gaze, “In thetime to come,” he says, “I am going to pleasure you over and again. I am going to have you, in my bed,over the hood of my car, against the wall and anywhere else it pleases me to do so.
“I am going to give you spine-arching, finger-curling, orgasms whenever I can. I want to see you withyour mascara smeared, just-got-laid hair and your lips swollen, and I am going to fuck you until youwalk bow-legged and they’re all cheering me out on the street.”
Speechless, I simply lie there, drinking him in. “Nothing to say?”
I shake my head.
“No arguments?”
“No, Master.”
“Good. And now I’m going to fuck you hard and I want to hear you scream….”
Kirstie and Ryan Return In 'Masters and Lovers' (Part Three - The Sin of The Parent')
And if you would like to read about where Kirstie first met James and Michael, read 'Mastering theVirgin'