Chapter 93

My Master too, is warming. A fine sheen gleams over his forehead and cheeks, smoothing the scrape of a day's stubble over my chin. His breathing deepens and as he pulls away from me for a moment, pupils like great dark eclipses have all but swallowed the steel-blue irises.

His movement grows more urgent, more ardent. Not merely embracing me now, but grasping me, my own fragrance surges, pungent with arousal and my sheer need for the man I accepted as, first my Master, then my husband.

His breathing rasps, his colour growing high, matching the flush flooding my breasts, blushing over my neck and face. Inside too, heat ripples my core, liquefying to lave my unfurling pussy and my swelling folds.

He glides a hand over my belly. One of us is slick with sweat. Him? Me? More likely, both. The palm slides smoothly, massaging over my waist, my hips, my outer thighs, then cupping my mound…

"Open for me," he breathes, easing a foot between my ankles, supporting my leg as I slide it over his. Th