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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