Chapter 2

Birds chirping just outside the bedroom window heralded the morning. Damn birds, I thought. Show some consideration! I mentally shouted. I rolled over and pulled the pillow over my head. The chirping annoyances paid no mind to my mental anguish. Instead, the infernal chirping just increased in volume.

"Wish I still had my old hunting rifle. I'd hunted every one of you feathered bastards down," I muttered as I buried my head further into the pillow.

"Humm... What was that, Josh?" I felt a slight movement beside me.

Removing the pillow from my face, I rolled right and placed my head next to that of Lizzie's. "Nothing, love. Just mindlessly moaning and groaning."

Rolling toward me until she laid bodily on top, Lizzie giggled. "Moaning and groaning without me now, are we?"

My hand reached out to bring her face toward mine. "Wouldn't dream of it," I mumbled as I kissed her forehead. Smiling, she brought her lips to mine. Our tongues clashed for a while before I felt her fingers placing feather-light touches on my limp cock. Unable to resist the sensations, I felt myself hardening against my will.

"My word, sir! First thing in the morning, Mr. Shepard?" The fingers now gently stroked up and down.

"Complaining, Miss Kristensen?"

More girlish giggles. "No, but what we are about to do might be considered unethical in some social circles."

I pulled her up until a breast rested against my lips. "Fuck social circles," I said while twirling my tongue around the nipple. It slowly became engorged with arousal.

The giggles were replaced with sighs. "I'd rather fuck this." The hand tightened around my length, producing a groan from me. I attacked the nipple with zest, softly sucking and biting until the beautiful body lying on top of me began to shiver.

"Delicious," I commented when she came back down for a kiss.

"That was just the appetizer, little boy. The main course is about to start."

I smiled. "Oh, goody! And what will the main course be?"

"Come with me and I'll show you," she said huskily. Holding hands, she leaned back and started to pull me on top of her.

With a chuckle, I stopped and pulled her back until her face was once again inches from mine. "I thought this was breakfast in bed. Bring it up here."

"Wha... What?" Her eyes widened with astonishment.

"I demand to be served, girl."

"You... You want me to sit on you? But... But... "

Grunting with feinted impatience, I lifted her by the hips and placed her gingerly on my face. Wasting no time, my tongue stabbed deeply into the wet slit. This brought on a moan from so deep inside of her I swore that I felt it with my tongue.

"Oh fuck! That feels so hot!"

Determined to burn her up, I sped up my thrusts. For variety, I rubbed my nose against her clit. The two sensations soon caused her to batter the sides of my head with her thighs. The bed began to squeak and shake. Reaching up to fondle her breasts with my hands, I realized that she had grabbed the headboard for support. Minutes later, Elizabeth started to wail and shriek so loudly that I was worried the neighbors might hear. Better end this soon, I thought to myself as I began to flick my tongue upward as it pulled out of her. With a scream, her body began to shudder as she climaxed.

Minutes later, she collapsed on top of me, the sweat on her body gluing her to me. Lips mashed together, her tongue sought out mine. I tried to dart out and meet her, but it was too sore. Though never having to worry about going soft, my tongue was nevertheless exhausted.

"Lord God all mighty! I don't think I've ever came like that!" she panted breathlessly.

"New experiences will broaden your mind," I commented sagely. She giggled and kissed me again.

"Umm... I can taste myself on you lips."

We cuddled until she was rested. Grinning, she reached between us and found my now fully erect cock.

"I feel like entering a rodeo."

I grinned back. "Heehaw. Ride 'em, cowgirl."

She placed the flared head between her nether lips. Kissing me wetly, she whispered hoarsely. "The wild stallion's gotta buck or it won't be fun."

I placed my hands on her hips. Looking deep into her eyes, I asked. "Ready?"

She nodded.

With no further questions, I pulled down with my hands while thrusting hard up into her. This position allowed for deeper penetration. Deeper than I have ever gone. She moaned loudly.

"You all right?" I asked, not wanting to hurt her.

"Fu... Fuck! You feel huge this way!"

Ego swelling, I asked again. "You all right? Want me to continue?"

"Yes. Oh fuck, yes! Make it hard and fast!"

Not wanting to disappoint, I began to buck. Slowly at first, since this was not something I was use to. After a while, I sensed a tightening within her. Taking that as a cue to speed up, I did. A good judgment call, I would find out.

"Oh, shit! Oh, god! Oh, fuck!" she cursed when sensing my change in rhythm. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Ram your big cock up my wet cunt! Oh, god! God! GOD!"

Needless to say, it was the most violent orgasm I have ever felt from her. It started out as a slight tremble deep around her cervix. I felt it, and decided to go for broke, thrusting deep and fast while pulling her down at the same time. The tremble grew. I was really panting now, using every last bit of my energy to pound faster... harder... faster... harder... A minute later, she came. She screamed. Her cunt just suddenly squeezed all around my cock, restricting all movement. In fact, it became so tight even I screamed from the pain. She came down hard, clamping her legs around me as she bit down on my shoulder... hard. Feeling the blood flow, I came as well, but couldn't because of the tightness. I writhed in pain for a full minute, trapped between the intense need for release and the inability to do so. Finally, the pressure built up so high that I erupted anyways. It was more pain than pleasure, but the feeling of relief in my balls was worth it.

We were both so tired from the mutual orgasm that we just laid there for ten minutes, trying to get our breathing equalized and eyes focused. Properly rested, I leaned over and kissed her softly, having no extra energy for anything else.

"Breakfast was divine. Thank you." I whispered.

"You're welcome," she whispered back.

"Umm... Josh?"

"Yes? What is it, Lizzie?"

"I want to talk about what we were discussing yesterday."

I racked my mind for the missing info. So much had happened yesterday. What did we discuss yesterday? To cover my pause, I took a sip of my coffee and pretended to appraise our surroundings. The foot traffic was unusually light for a Saturday morning. Despite the warm sunshine in my face, the cold wind was just now beginning to pick up momentum. This was probably the reason why only a few tables outside were occupied. A slight gust blew through, bringing with it the invigorating smell of freshly brewed coffee from JoJo's Jo. What the heck did we talk about yesterday?

"Josh?"

I returned my eyes to the love of my life. Dressed in a gray fuzzy sweater, she had my jacket around her to protect her from the brisk morning breeze. Blond hair bundled up behind her, a few stray ringlets swayed to the rhythm of the wind. Beautiful, as always. I reached around her and removed the black scrunchy that held her hair together. Without it, her golden curls fluttered freely around her face. The image slammed into my visual senses. I was awestruck. Beautiful, and getting more so...

Seeing me scrutinizing her, she smiled. "You're doing it again."

"Doing what, love?"

"You're gazing at me with that look again. What are you thinking about?"

I took her silky hands. Caressing her ring finger, I replied. "I'm imagining you with a big, shining rock on this finger." I kissed the back of her hand.