James – Thirty-Seven weeks
The wee small hours. A full moon slants across the floor, tinting the room in weird monochromatic shades, painting everything in shades of light and dark.
Michael lies in his accustomed position on the far side of the bed, his back to me but his ribs moving with the smooth rise and fall of sleep.
Between us lies Charlotte, and I lie spooned around her, her spine pressed against my chest, and my arm curving around her so I can rest a hand over her distended belly.
Every so often, there’s movement against my fingers from inside my sleeping love; a foot or an elbow, pushing at me and I smile to myself as my unborn daughter parties through the night.
Charlotte sighs and shifts, the rhythm of her breathing changing.
Is she asleep?
Keeping my voice low, “You alright?”
“I’m fine, Master.” She sounds a little sleepy, but not just that. Something else lurks there.
I nuzzle into her hair to kiss the back of her neck. “You sure of that?”
She’s silent; too long silent.
“Charlotte? If something’s wrong, tell me. Are you feeling ill?”
“No. No nothing like that, Master.”
“What then? There’s something.”
She speaks slowly. “I suppose I’m missing how it was. Before…” She moves her hand over mine… “Before I was pregnant,”
“Missing what? Has so much changed?”
“The fun we used to have downstairs. Sometimes it feels as though we’re never going to play again. You know, just enjoying ourselves. Being us. The three of us.”
“If you imagine, Milady, that I am going to string my eight-month pregnant wife up by the wrists on a St Andrew’s Cross and flog her within an inch of her life, you are very much mistaken. After Cara is born, that’s different, but right now…”
She chuckles. “I know, Master. But I do miss it and… Well, the two of you don’t seem interested anymore.”
“Michael, are you awake? Are you hearing this?”
He rolls over to face me, propping himself up on an elbow. “I’m hearing it.”
“And?”
“And I’ve never heard anything so damn silly. Charlotte, much as I’d love to bend you over the end of the bed, or the couch, or the kitchen table three times a day and poke out your brains, it’s not appropriate right now.” Irritation wars with sympathy in his voice. “And I’m quite sure James feels the same way.”
Not like Michael…
Maybe he’s feeling the strain of his ‘restraint’…
But the shiver in her spine trembles through my breastbone…
Really upset…
And not wanting to say so…
Have we overdone it?
… and my gaze meets his, a glint of white in the moonlit darkness.
He slow-blinks, palming her cheek. “Charlotte, truly. I want nothing more than to make love with you, and to you; just you and me, with James, with Beth and Richard, whatever… forever and always. I… James and I… simply wanted to take the pressure off you.”
She’s rigid against me, listening closely as he continues… “It’s not every woman who’s cut out to handle two – let’s face it – pretty highly-charged men in her life, even in normal times… And with the best will in the world, you have been tired recently. Understandably so. James and I discussed this. We were just trying to show a little consideration… Give you a break.”
“Really?
“Yes, really… James?”
How could we have missed this?
I curve around her to kiss her ear. “Charlotte…” She sighs, starting to roll… “No, stay on your side. Let us do the work. Stay comfortable but lift your leg.”
As she raises a knee, Michael pulls away a pillow from under his head, pushing it between her knees, then pulls closer to her.
My cock rises all unbidden, hardening by the moment
Pressing myself against her, pressing my burgeoning erection against her tailbone, letting her feel me, I slide my hand from belly to breast, stroking and soothing soft skin, but nipping and tugging at her nipples which firm and harden under my touch.
I’m not sure what Michael is doing. His shoulders are moving; from the angle, perhaps he’s stroking her thighs, moving in on her bud.
Hooking my hands into the crease of legs to torso, I pull her back towards me and closer, angling her, probing into her. “Let me in, Charlotte.”
She exhales, a soft, easy sound, spreading her knees further and Michael shoves in another pillow to support her splayed thighs. I curve around to reach her from the front with my hand, and I reach for her with my cock from the rear.
She’s so wet. And so warm.
She’s wanted this…
Yes, we’ve been over-cautious…
She’s open, flowing and ready for me. The angle’s a little awkward for me, but I guide myself with fingers to first anchor to her entrance then slowly, mindfully, to enter her.
As I penetrate, she whimpers; a good sound, full of promise and hope and joy and pleasure. Safely inside, I glide my hand to her breasts and Michael moves in, working her clit. But he’s kissing her too. Even from my position behind, I can see his kiss is soft; seducing her, calming her. And he talks; I can’t make out his words, but it’s a calm, gentle murmur; a stream of reassurance…
Her Lover…
Deep inside her now, I take the time to breathe; long, slow inhalations, then letting the air out slowly, I take command of myself, resisting the urge to plunge, thrust a couple of times and shoot.
My beautiful Jade-Eyes…
We tried to protect you… Against ourselves…
And all we have done is rob our Triad of its continuity.
Sexuality, sensuality, love… whatever you call it. Physical love has been the anchor for our spiritual love right from the beginning. It was a mistake to try to hold back from that.
All we need is to be careful.
I rest my face by hers. “Are you comfortable, Charlotte? Supported where you need it?”
“Yes, Master. It’s… wonderful.”
I kiss her cheek. “Good. If at any point you are not comfortable, say so.”
“Yes, Master.”
A finger under her chin, Michael tilts her face to his. “You will say so, won’t you?” He brushes his lips over hers. “If it’s not working, for whatever reason, you must tell us and we’ll figure another way of doing things. Okay?”
She nods. “Yes, okay.”
I enfold her in my arms; one at the crease of belly to thigh, the other below her breasts, pulling her in close, so close, as I begin to move.
The angle makes it easy for me to catch her sweet spot, targeting her inside and drawing moans with every long, slow thrust. Michael, open-mouthed, one hand around the back of her head, is kissing her; the other hand tormenting her clit.
Soft moans rumble through her, echoing through my chest as, Charlotte’s skin and mine both slick with sweat, I slide over her as I slow-fuck her.
Her heart is pounding, accelerating; thumping through to my arm where I have captured her at the ribs. And inside, she’s heating, tightening, beginning to pulse.
She smells hot and heady, sweat running through her hair, slicking her shoulders and spine. The scent is musky, a counterpoint to the perfume from her sex; pungent, intoxicating and, for me, addictive.
For me, she is my drug. I couldn’t give her up if I wanted to.
And I don’t want to.
Her body is thrumming…
And as she bucks and moans, shuddering back against me, I surrender and spill into my Jade-Eyed Love.
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