Fire: Chapter Nineteen

NATURAL PASSIONS, PART II

Michael unzipped Shannon's jeans and she wriggled out of them, grateful to feel the air on her skin. Her panties quickly followed and she opened her legs for his fingers. Shannon closed her hand around his hard shaft as he slid two fingers deep inside her. She was warm and wet and ready for him but she still cried out. So maybe someone was watching, she thought fleetingly. Who cares? Maybe they'll get off from it... then the thought was gone.

Michael fixed her with his eyes as he thrust his fingers into her soft, yielding inner moisture. Deeper and deeper, he watched her intently, his lips apart, his eyes wide and darkly dilated. His breath was fast and he still had her left wrist held firmly against the ground. She stroked him harder, relishing the texture of his shaft, velvety smooth and warm, then his head, hot and slick with his own pre-juices. He found her clitoris with his thumb and stroked her juices over it in a circular motion. Shannon arched her back and moaned loudly. She looked back into his eyes and he
nodded slightly, panting as she stroked him harder and faster. He circled her clit with his thumb until her moans blended into one long animal cry, then he slowly, carefully withdrew his fingers and slid his shaft deep inside her, giving a low moan as he filled her completely.

Panting slightly to keep his breathing under control, Michael took Shannon's other wrist and pinned it to the ground with his hand. He looked at her searchingly, seeking permission. His answer came in the form of her eyes, espresso-dark with desire, her eyelashes fluttering slightly as she fought back her gathering orgasm, and her moist, parted lips, her breath coming in short gasps as the delicious sensations slowly soaked into every cell, pore and nerve in her body.

Slowly, agonisingly slowly, Michael withdrew his shaft from Shannon's body. Almost to the point of leaving her bereft, but not quite.... and then
plunged back in, deeper than before, taking Shannon's breath away, then withdrawing again, and driving himself inside her again, hard and deep. Their rhythm intensified as he fucked her harder, deeper, and she pushed her wrists back against his grip and bucked her hips in time with his relentless thrusting. Her hair was in a wild tangle all around them, half covering her breasts, some of it twined around her arm, a long strand of it over Michael's shoulder. Shannon felt like a nymph in some woodland glade.

Relaxing his grip on her wrists, Michael slid his hands up Shannon's palms until their fingers entwined. His hair was damp with sweat and curling slightly around his face. He closed his eyes and began to pant fast and shallow, breathing away his threatening orgasm. Shannon felt all the
sensations swirling through her body starting to gather and focus, spiralling down her breasts, through her nipples and stomach, up the insides
of her thighs and converging in a spiral of pulsating pleasure at the point where she and her lover were joined.

Each time Michael drove himself back inside her, the pressure took her wet, swollen bud and pulled it up, then his withdrawing action pulled it away from her body like releasing a kiss. With each thrust Shannon was getting closer and she started to moan uncontrollably. She clenched her fingers around Michael's and pushed hard against him when he was fully inside her. As she did this he growled with pleasure and so, learning from her lover's body and his reactions, the next time she did it harder. As his pleasure intensified so did hers and they clung to each other palm to palm, their fingernails digging into each other's flesh as they moaned like wild things in the long grass.

Suddenly Shannon knew she could no longer hold back. Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer. The feeling began to flood her body and she started to cry out, low at first but then louder, joining her voice to Michael's as he thrust into her faster and harder, making deep growling sounds as he approached the limits of his own endurance. Shannon looked deep into Michael's eyes as she started to come, knowing that he too was on the brink. As he locked her eyes with his, his steady panting turned to ragged gasps and then a low, primal moan as he came deep inside her. As he pressed himself hard against her, his cock pulsing with the surge of hot come, Shannon arched her back and pushed herself against him as her coming could no longer be held back and she cried out loud and long in animal ecstasy as she felt the exquisite pleasure crest like a wave, surging through her centre and flooding her entire body with sheer trembling rapturous bliss.

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For a long time they clung to each other, panting and trembling. They lay together, drenched in sweat, their hair tangled, their hearts pounding,
covered in strands of grass and wildflower petals, stroking each other and kissing and breathing hard, then just holding each other while their bodies drank in every drop of pleasure from the heights of heaven to the sweet slow drifting back to earth in the afterglow of the deepest passion either of them had ever known.

With her lover cradled in her arms, Shannon felt an indescribable joy. She stroked Michael's hair as he lay with his head on her chest. He was murmuring nonsense in his sleep. "I love you," she told him, out loud.


"Mmmmm...." he mumbled.


I can't believe I'm going to marry this beautiful man, she thought to herself. How did I ever get this lucky? How....

The thought struck Shannon like a thunderbolt. How could she have forgotten to mention it? It had been the one thing they'd never talked about....and it was probably the most important thing.... A sharp pang of fear stabbed at Shannon's heart. Maybe it wouldn't make a difference.... but what if it did? What if.... A hot tear trickled unbidden down her cheek. Shannon shook herself. Michael had said...they had said....no fear. There was to be no reason to be afraid to be yourself, to be who you really were... Shannon looked down at Michael's sleeping form. She ran her fingers gently through his hair, which was tousled together with pieces of grass and flower petals. She had to trust. She had to believe in love. "No fear," she said out loud.


"No fear..." Michael mumbled in his sleep. Shannon breathed deeply. Still, when he woke up, she would have to tell him. But for now, she would push it to the back of her mind, and enjoy this taste of paradise, while it lasted.





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