A fantasy about love, death, and, maybe, what comes next.
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Michael Sheridan stretched languidly, relishing the warmth of the bed; he’d have to get up soon, and drive all the way to Tidworth, not an appetising prospect right now; winter had closed in early this year, and the early November weather was already damp, frigid, and chill enough to go right through a Barbour jacket and into the bone; he briefly toyed with the idea of calling in sick, but discarded it; too many people were counting on him being in place today for him to play truant, so he regretfully mashed his alarm before it went off, and gently pinched the delectable, snowy-white rump so enticingly near at hand.
“Come on, Lissa, wakey-wakey, Princess, six o’clock and all’s well this lovely frosty morning! Come on, Sleeping Beauty, shake a leg!”
The pretty redhead stirred and rolled over to face him, her lips curved in a sleepy smile even as her hands toyed with him under the covers.
“There’s no such time as six in the bloody morning, you military-minded oaf; go back to sleep…” she yawned, and huddled closer to him, her stiff nipples against his chest a reminder (as if he needed one!) of just how hot this lovely girl was. His hand slipped down to pinch her bottom again, but lingered instead to cup and squeeze, and slowly massage.
Lissa responded by moaning happily and wriggling against him, her nipples sweeping across his chest as her dampening pussy, innocent of any hair, slipped wetly against him, making his cock rise to the occasion.
“You’re a very naughty girl!” he chided, sliding his fingers between her sexy buttocks to rub her tight little rosebud as she giggled throatily and ground against him that much harder. “C’mon, Lissa, I’ve got a meeting in two hours at Salisbury Plain, and you know what the bloody A4’s like in the rush hour!”
“You like me when I’m good, but you adore me when I’m bad, don’t you, Mikey-baby?” she baby-talked at him, grinding even harder against him at the same time.
At that point he resigned himself to being late; when Lissa wanted to play, the world could go hang until she’d had her fun, or at least that was what it felt like. Not that he was complaining, of course; Lissa was just about the sexiest, horniest, most uninhibited girl he’d ever had the good fortune to bed, and the fact she’d given herself to him so freely filled him with a mixture of wonder and deep, deep gratitude she’d picked him at all, when she could have had any man she chose.
Lissa kissed him softly, her lips, as always soft and pliant, a wonder against his, and causing him to stiffen even further, a fact she noticed right away. With a sudden heave she rolled him onto his back and slid on top of him, straddling him even as she lay on his chest, her kisses once more doing their work as his need for her surged higher and higher. The fact he had a breakfast meeting suddenly seemed supremely unimportant; fuck ’em; if those doddery old farts at Whitehall had a blistering hot, red-headed sex-bomb in their beds they’d skip a few meetings too!
Mike’s hands slid down to cup and squeeze her firm little bottom, moulding and massaging the cheeks, as she kissed him hotly.
“If you’re going to wake me in the middle of the bloody night, mister ‘oh, so punctual Michael Sheridan’, you can bloody well pay for it!” she grinned, her grey eyes dancing as she ground slowly against him, the pressure sweet torture against his already swollen cock.
Mike’s self-control gave way, and so he lifted her slightly, freeing his cock from its prison between them; Lissa immediately took hold of him, grinning wickedly as she slowly, slowly rubbed the swollen tip against her hot, wet pussy.
“Look what you’ve done to me, Mikey!” she grinned. “You made me all gooshy! Just remember, whatever happens next, you brought it on yourself!”
Mike grinned and pulled her down against him even as he thrust upwards with his hips. Lissa groaned as he slid into her depths, once more stretching her with his girth.
“Ohhh, fuck, every time you do that… ohhh God, it feels so good!” she quavered, biting his jaw gently as she began slowly circling her hips, squeezing him as she worked him around inside her. It was Mike’s turn to groan softly as she did the one thing guaranteed to drive him completely bananas.
“Don’t… don’t… Lissa, don’t do that, you know…” he protested feebly as she ground herself against him, rhythmically squeezing him as she rubbed against him.
“What, this?” she grinned, one eyebrow raised, squeezing faster, harder, making him groan out loud. He couldn’t help but begin to pump in and out of her, keeping time with her, both of them grinding and humping faster and harder against the other as their excitement rose.
Lissa broke first, her pussy squeezing him tight as her orgasm blasted through her. The sudden constriction around him, the rush of warmth against him, that was all Mike needed, and with a hoarse groan he too climaxed, spurting endlessly inside her as orgasm also took hold of him.
Mike slumped back, his bones singing from the sudden onrush of pleasure, feeling Lissa quake and shudder on him as the aftershocks of her orgasm continued to rush through her, until she, too, slumped down, drained and, for the moment at least, sated.
Eventually, Mike stirred, glanced somewhat blearily at his watch, then smacked Lissa lightly on her tight, smackable little bottom.
“Lissa, come on, I really have to go to work; if we shower together we can save half an hour; I think I can still make it in on time! Come on, Princess, let’s go, please!”
Lissa groaned softly and raised her head.
“One kiss, stud, pay me with a kiss!”
Mike grinned and kissed her properly, no quick brush of the lips, and rolled onto his side. Lissa kissed him quickly on the tip of his nose in return, and slid out of bed, slipping on his shirt to scoot into the bathroom and turn the shower on, giving it a few seconds to reach a comfortable temperature, then returning to the bedroom and pulling the bedclothes off the still slightly-dazed Mike.
“Come on, Mike, you woke me up, now suffer!” she grinned, herding him into the bathroom and dropping his shirt before stepping into the shower cubicle.
As always, Mike took time to admire her; Lissa was a good seven inches shorter that his own 6″1′, but had such good posture, a consequence of her pastime of riding and show-jumping, that people just assumed she was taller. Her Titian-red hair hung almost to her waist, but she normally wore it in a ponytail, or clubbed-up into a thick, intricately braided queue if she was riding in a competition. Her skin was pale, much paler than his, and, unlike so many redheads, she had no more than a light dusting of pale freckles on her cheek bones and the bridge of her nose. Her small, firm, upturned breasts were crowned with delicate, rose-pink nipples that protruded a full half-inch when she was aroused, and her labia were waxed bare. To complete the picture, she had a round, shapely bottom and flared hips, accentuating her slim waist and flat stomach.
“Michael, hello, Earth to Michael, I thought you were in a hurry!” came her voice, snapping him out of his rapt study of her, and, grinning ruefully, he stepped into the small cubicle, made even smaller by the two of them crowding in there, although the up-side was that he got to enjoy himself soaping her back and points south, and Lissa returned the favour, threatening to bring up even more cause for delay.
Mike managed to control his urges, not easy to do with a sexy, naked, slippery girl wriggling and jiggling about next to him, but he somehow managed to rinse them both off, giving Lissa a couple of friendly squeezes while he was about it. All done, they quickly dried-off, Mike helping Lissa to dry her beautiful mane of hair, then they quickly brushed their teeth, dressed and grabbed their warm jackets, and sped for the door. It was still dark; full daylight was a good 45 minutes away at this time of year, and Mike walked her to her car, a blue 2006 Toyota MR-2 that had seen better days.
Lissa opened the door, pulled him close and kissed him one more time.
“Are you coming over this evening, Mikey? Mum and dad would really like it if you did; they haven’t seen you in months!”
Mike’s face tightened, causing Lissa to purse her lips in exasperation.
“You have to see them sooner or later, Mike; they’re your parents too, you know…”
Mike looked at her levelly, and Lissa knew that look; she loved her brother to the ends of the earth and back, but when he got that stubborn look on his face…
“We’ll see; I’ll call ahead if I can make it. I love you, Lissa.”
Lysette Sheridan pulled her younger brother closer and cupped his face in both hands as she kissed him deeply.
“And I love you too, my darling pig-headed brother, although sometimes I really, really wonder why!”
Mike watched her reverse out of her space, waved as she flicked the lights at him, then ran over to his Pajero, already mentally laying-out his route to Tidworth, and computing how long it would take him to get there from his house in Newbury, in the county of Berkshire.