Michael

My wife.

I’ve still not become used to saying those words, but I love playing them in my head.

My wife…

For all the ups and downs of life; my family, with Ben and his attitude, Charlotte’s family, trying to find it anyway… between ourselves, everything is fine…

More than fine.

Whatever it takes, we’re there for each other.

I look beyond her to where James lies, eyes closed, his face calm.

At least he doesn’t have that set of problems…

…. any more…

Charlotte lies on her side, facing away but with her back pressed close against my chest. Charlotte is by no means a small woman, but nonetheless, she seems made to fit under the nook of my arm.

One arm draped over my treasure, I twine a finger through a stray lock of hair, holding it to my face, inhaling.

Is she asleep?

Her breathing is soft and steady, a gentle movement of her body. Beyond her, James lies, eyes closed, his chest on a regular rise and fall.

Just having her so close is enough; her warmth, her scent. It spikes through me. My cock stirs. I want her.

Stroking a hand over soft, pale skin, I savour her smooth outline; the shape of neck blending to shoulder, that accentuated curve where a narrow waist flares to broad hips, flat-stomached to the fore and in this case, her lovely ass pressed against me behind.

copper hair spills over her shoulders and onto the

Here we go...

to enjoy my erection, sandwiched against her spine, the slight pressure

breathing changes; that subtle switch that signals the move from sleep

enough to clear a space to

Her breath ripples...

inch at a time. Each vertebra defined by the narrowest of touches, a nerve-ending at a time, I work my way down from her neck, down between

whimpers and shudders, her pelvis vibrating back against my erection and I must bite down on my own reaction as

Take your time…

her properly. My shaft pressed hard against her, I want to play with the nerve endings at the

Gotta pull away…

eases but now I have the run of her

little further back to work her properly, so far as I can

have kept some oil

again, more loudly.

“Should I keep going?”

give you two or three hours to stop

arches again, mewling as I circle my

of a knot

Work out the kink…

… later….

Bad posture?

not set right

look this

one arm pinned, the

and roll, taking her with me until I lie

“Something I can do

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255