Chapter 167: The Virgin´s Real Christmas, Part 7, The Lady´s Turn

BETH

Michael is close to coming, his thigh muscles juddering and a steady flow of bitter-sweet pre-cum trickling over my tongue and face...

... Should I stop?

... No, he´ll say if he wants me to...

Abruptly, he pulls free from me, smiling down with those amazing blue eyes. “The Lady´s turn, I think,” he says, “before I blow my top entirely too early...”

Reaching down, he scoops me up in his arms, lifting with no apparent effort. “Onto the bed with you, Madam,” he says, dumping me without ceremony onto the huge four-poster bed that dominates one end of James´ ´playroom´. My breath snatching, I watch as he strips off his clothes with easy economical movements.

“I´d like to lie you down and massage you,” he says, “but I also want you to watch your husband fucking my wife over there, so I think we´ll do it a little differently... Up...” And he pulls me onto my knees, again with no obvious effort...

... Ye gods, but he´s strong...