Fire: Chapter Nine

Captured by Michael's sweet brown eyes, Shannon found herself unable to look away as his deft fingers helped themselves to her moisture and found their way inside her, sliding into her warm, wet depths. Expertly, his thumb discovered the place that elicited her deepest moans, and a broad smile spread across his face.

"I..have...got...you...now..." he murmured, the slightly mad twinkle back in his eyes. Shannon moaned wordlessly, and grasped his hair. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to have to retaliate..." Michael whispered. Shannon tightened her grip on his long brown locks.

"You...are...so...beautiful..." she purred.

Not missing a beat of his right-hand rhythm, Michael grabbed a hunk of her poker-straight chestnut hair and wound it around his wrist. He carried on winding until he reached her scalp, then made a fist and pulled her in, kissing her roughly.

"You're not going anywhere," he growled. "I want to watch you come..."

"Ahhh..." Shannon wriggled, trying to get free, but it was no use. He had her good. She breathed in deeply, relishing the scent of his hair, of their
mingled sweat, of the crackling fire, the pine logs, the heat and the distinct aroma of sex. He held her face in front of him, fixing her eyes with his.

"Ohhhh...." she moaned as he stroked her slick, swollen clitoris round and round, coaxing the feeling from deep within her, gently...slowly...she could feel it building, rising... swirling inside every nerve, every cell of her being...

"Oh God Shannon," he murmured. "Look at me..." he pulled her hair a little tighter in his fist, and she gasped. "Look at me....I love you...look at me when you come..."

His voice so gentle, his expression so tender, such love on his face, coupled with the delicious pain of his fist in her hair, posed such a paradox that Shannon could scarcely reconcile the two. Could he be the one? The one, not to tame her, but to be wild with her, be wild AS her, to tame
and be tamed, each to the other? The man of her dreams, the man she'd been searching for all these years - that mad delicious innocence, crazy but gentle, wild and tender, all at the same time?

All these thoughts coursed through Shannon's mind as he exercised his power, a power she was all too willing to allow him, to take her there...

He loosed his grip suddenly and removed his hand, and Shannon felt bereft. She was hovering on the brink, and he knew it.

"Michael..." she whimpered, uncertainly. He just smiled, and lifted her onto him, and she clung to his shoulders and lowered herself, slowly, crying out as his hard shaft entered her - she was quite petite, and he - well, he lived up to the reputation of Yorkshiremen the world over. Shannon gasped as he penetrated her. She wondered if she would be able to take him.

"Ohhhh....God...." he groaned. "You're so tiny..."

Smiling down at him, she stroked his face and hair, gently this time. Taking a determined breath, she lowered herself completely, taking his entire length inside, and crying out at the delicious
pain.

"I don't want to hurt you," he murmured.

"Oh...Michael..." Shannon gasped. "It's a good pain... I love you... you can't hurt me."

Taking this as his cue, he grasped her by the hips and started to thrust. "Ohhhh....God....I love you Shannon," he sighed. "This...is...bliss...."

Matching her rhythm to his, Shannon braced her thighs against his hips and rode his rockhard cock up and down, her hair in a crazy tumble over her breasts and onto his face and chest, while he caressed her breasts, rolling her nipples with his fingers and reaching up to tease them between his teeth. Finally he let her have control, and she flung her hair back, then interlaced her fingers with his and pushed his palms back. Finding a balance point, Shannon took over, and began to slowly lift her hips until he was almost out of her, then plunge back down until the pain knocked the breath out of her body. With every downstroke, her animal cry was echoed by Michael's low, primal moan. They moved as one, lost in the rising sensation, sharing this most basic desire, this hunger, this sudden, unlooked-for love.

She increased the rhythm as the feeling rose higher, swirling, intensifying, until she knew she could no longer hold it back. "Ohhhh....Michael...!" she cried out, falling over the edge of an endless ocean filled with stars. "I'm....ohhhh....I'm...coming....ohhhhhh!!!!" Her body surged into orgasm, as she looked into his eyes, letting him see her soul, naked with ecstasy.

"Oh Shannon...oh God...I...can't..." Michael panted.

"Oh yes...oh Michael...please...Michael I love you so much...fill me...come in me..."

"Oh....oh God, I'm going to....ohhhhh...." He grasped her arms as he came, shooting hot waves deep inside her, and she looked into his eyes and saw him as if for the first time: the man with the child in his eyes.