Mikalo's Flame by Syndra K. Shaw Page B

unquenchable, my need for him never
ending.
    And his for me.
    I could feel it building, the familiar wave.
The thump-thump-thump growing as I pushed my body into his, his
hair in my fingers, my lips on his skin, his weight oh so
wonderfully crushing me.
    He angled his body, his knees now drawn up
and tucked under my legs, lifting me into him as he quickened the
pace.
    “Soon,” he gasped.
    “Yes,” I said. “Please.”
    I lifted my hips and held them there,
grinding into him, willing him deeper and deeper still.
    “Like this,” he then said. “My face to yours,
my heart to yours, my lips --”
    He leaned forward and kissed me, his tongue
sliding deep into my mouth.
    “My lips,” he continued, his breath warm on
mine, “My lips on yours.”
    “Yes, like this,” I said.
    The pace slowed, my own wave gently building,
building, building as he worked his way in and out, in and then
out, calmly, slowly, in no rush to end our mutual, blessed
chaos.
    And then ...
    “My Grace,” he gasped.
    His body shook as he suddenly plunged deep,
his warmth spreading through me as I held him close.
    Another kiss, my own wave cresting, having
yet to crash, the thump-thump-thump as insistent as ever.
    He gently rolled from me, his body next to
mine, his chest still rising and falling, the sweat of his skin
catching the candlelight, his hardness resting warm and thick and
wet against my leg.
    His hands found my skin, my hot flesh, his
fingers running over my breasts to briefly tease my nipples before
slowly sliding down my stomach.
    He pressed himself close and slid his arm
under my neck, wrapping it around my shoulders and pulling me into
him, my head resting under his chin.
    His fingers found my warmth, paused to caress
my heat and then, slowly, buried themselves in my wetness.
    Oh god.
    Kissing my cheek, his breath in my ear, he
gently rubbed me, two, then three, fingers moving down and then up,
circling before diving low again. Quickly losing themselves deep
before reappearing, shining and wet, to circle and rub and massage
and caress.
    I opened my legs wider, offering myself to
him as I leaned my head back, his lips immediately on mine, his
tongue rudely pushing its way deep as his fingers grew more
insistent, more daring.
    Slap.
    Oh fuck.
    He circled and rubbed, gently quieting the
sharpness of that sting.
    Thump-thump-thump.
    His fingers paused, aware of the growing
heat, feeling the wetness as it dripped, my excitement as it
climbed, reaching its peak.
    My hips moved.
    I wanted his fingers inside me. Wanted it to
be rough, unforgiving, needy, and desperate. Wanted them to work
their way deep, very deep, finding my secret hidden sweet spot and
then unapologetically massage and poke and rub and tease until my
back arched and my hips opened and my breath ran ragged and I
gasped, pleading for him to stop before begging him for more.
    He found it.
    Again, my lips on his, his tongue in my
mouth, my mouth sucking him deep, my fingers pinching my nipples as
his hand moved below, his fingers working furiously as they rubbed
and smacked, dove deep and then withdrew, massaging, caressing,
pinching.
    The wave built.
    “Oh,” I breathed, the first inkling of the
impending crash taking my breath.
    “Yes, my Grace,” he whispered, his breath in
my ear.
    Quicker and quicker he moved, his fingers
insistent, hungry, the sound of my wetness filling the room, the
thump-thump-thump of my desire matching that of my racing
heart.
    It hit.
    With a gasp and a small scream and the
lifting of my hips, it hit.
    He rode the wave with me.
    He worked his fingers deep, stealing into me
quickly, without apology.
    And then they moved, following the rhythm of
this silent storm, encouraging it, coaxing it, teasing it, the
second wave crashing almost immediately after the first with more
storm clouds building on the horizon.
    I gripped his arm and pulled him close,
closer than he already was.
    His arm gripped me tight, his lips on my
forehead as I continued to