Fire: Chapter Eight

In the flickering light, Michael and Shannon's bodies entwined, glowing with a golden sheen of sweat, the blazing fire only serving to intensify the fever they shared. To melt into the other was all they desired;to be one. Shannon, under normal circumstances a reticent and rather
introverted person, found herself panting like a wild animal, raking her nails across her lover's skin, down his back, over his perfect ass, and
across his hips, relishing his moans as her searching fingers found his hot, hard shaft.

"Ohhhh! Yeah..." he gasped as she stroked the sleek rock-hardness, trailing her fingers over his head and smoothing in the pearly moisture she found there. With her other hand, she gripped her fingers hard into his hair and pulled his face to hers.

"I want you," she snarled, like a tigress in heat. "I want you IN me!" Making her hand into a fist, she grasped his hair at the roots and pulled, ever-so-slightly, not enough to really hurt but enough to make her point felt.

Michael winced and gasped a little, then grinned maniacally. "Yes, Mistress..." he growled.

Shannon drew in a sharp breath as he took her lower lip in his teeth and bit down. Not enough to draw blood, but itstung nonetheless. Shannon's eyes grew wide and dark. Was it possible she had finally met a man who could match her in bed? Her Scorpio nature could hold back no longer. She had to have him. Hooking his leg with hers, she leaned into his shoulder and rolled him onto his back. Shannon noticed that Michael didn't offer much resistance. When she looked at him again, from on top this time, he was grinning like a naughty schoolboy.

"Reckon you've met your match, then, eh?" he smirked.

"Smartypants!" she snapped. Revenge was sweet, as usual. She smiled her best, good-little-girl smile and began to rake her fingernails up the inside of his thighs.

Michael sucked in his breath and closed his eyes. "Mmmm...oh....god....." he sighed. "I surrender...at least for now..."

Shannon smirked and straddled him with her thighs, leaning forward to plant tiny bites on his nipples, followed by kisses, and tracing with her
finger the line of hair that lead from his breastbone down the centre of his ribcage to his bellybutton, then down further, until her greedy hand once again grasped his throbbing shaft and pressed it against her waiting body.

"Touch me," she ordered. She grazed her nails against the swollen head of his penis.

"Ahhh!" he sucked in a breath.

"Touch me, Michael," she hissed.

"Yes, Mistress," he whispered. Finally, the touch she craved the most... he grasped her ass and sat upright in one swift motion, cradling her
in his arms and grinning into her eyes as his fingers found their way home.

Her cry burst out from deep inside - "OH....!!!! Michael...oh god..." He smiled a secret smile and whispered into her ear, "I want to be IN you..."