This has always been my favorite room of The Black Sand, it has been used once a month on a Friday night for the Glenanne sibling poker game for as long as I can remember. It's a small room with dark green walls, the bottom half a wood paneling; inside it contains a round table and six chairs, it's lit by a single blub covered with a green glass lamb shade over the center of the table. I take a deep breath and I am wrapped in the almost permanent aroma of beer and smoke.
I feel fingers tickle at my ribcage and I moan as his arms give me a gentle squeeze. I had informed Michael that the first rule of Glenanne poker is that there is never more than six chairs at the table; I had also informed him that he and I were going to be sharing a chair, so I find myself sitting in said chair…that is probably as old as I am, thankful to God that it is seemingly supporting both mine and Michael's weight. I try to keep my sounds and voice low because the five other seats at the table are filled by my brothers who are keeping a close eye on us. I feel Michael's lips hover over my ear and the shiver that shoots down my spine, "Remember the last time we were in this room?"
My mind flashes back to two weeks ago when Michael decided to take me dancing for a post ob celebration but I had other ideas in mind. We had only danced for two or three songs; it was a Wednesday night…the pub was busy but not packed. As we danced Michael's hands traveled all over my body, seeming to pay ample attention to my ass. I had rose up on my tip toes and run my tongue along his the shell of his ear, relishing in the moan that escaped his lips. "Let's find a darker place to play Michael." I hear him snicker as he grabs my hand and pulls me towards the back of the pub where the two game rooms are. He opens the first door and peeks in…when he finds it empty he goes in and pulls me along with him.
Once we are in he closes and locks the door and before I can speak he slams me against the door and starts to assault my neck and shoulders with hard kisses and equally hard bites as my hands struggle to tear at the skin of his back through the thin material of his dress shirt. "God Fi, I need you." He growled in my ear as his hands grab hold of my hips and he spun me around leading us toward the table in the center of the room.
I had worn a metallic gray mini dress with matching heels, a choice that Michael seemed to love. I let out a moan as my lower back makes sharp contact with the table. I feel him lift me up and set me on the table, his hands linger on my knees but I keep my legs tightly closed. I flash him a wicked smile, "Michael…I'm not wearing anything under this dress." I run my tongue along my teeth and I see the corner of his lip turn up as I let my leg fall open.
A growl rips from his lips as he stares at me, the look in his eyes a predatory mix of lust and desire. I reach my hands out and grab him by the waistband of his slacks. I make quick work of the buttons and zipper and in a fluid movement I push down his slacks and boxers allowing his shaft to be freed from its confines. His hands travel up my torso and I let out a whimpered moan as his hands roughly knead at my breasts. "I need you now Fi." He gives my breasts a final firm squeeze and pushes me backwards, before my head hits the table I feel Michael's hands slip under my kneecaps and he pushes my ass to the edge of the table.
In one quick thrust he enters me and I let a strained curse fall from my lips as I grab the table. With each thrust Michael increases his pressure and I bite down on my bottom lip to stop myself from screaming. Michael drags his nails into the skin of my kneecaps as he holds my legs at a 90 degree angle. The mixture of pleasure and pain drives me to want more of him, harder and faster are the only words that fill my mind and they spill out of my mouth in a pleading moan. "Harder Michael faster." I hear him snicker as his hands slid down my caves and lock around my ankles.
He pulls out so that only his tip remains inside of me and straightens my legs letting my heels rest on his shoulders. I lift my head so that our eyes can make contact and he rocks his hips forward pushing into my so deeply that I can't hold in the cry of pleasure that escapes me lips. He sets a maddeningly forcefully rhythm that quickly drives me to the edge of my sanity. He leans forward, pushing my legs to angle that drives him deeper inside of me and I curse as his hands once again start to knead at my breasts.
"God Fi. You feel so good." I bite my lip and he pushes in harder as a wicked laugh escapes his lips. I feel the surge of electricity course through me as my orgasm begins to build towards a release. Michael leans in closer and his lips hover over mine, and I whimper as he pushes impossibly deeper into me. "Please Michael." In one deep thrust I feel the coil snap and I am pushed over the edge of pleasure and into oblivion.
As I ride out the waves of my orgasm Michael pulls me up and wraps me into his arms. I rest my head on his shoulder and I moan as he kisses my forehead. "That was amazing Michael." He chuckles and tightens his hold on me.
As I flash back to reality I let my tongue run along the shell of his ear. "Maybe we can do it again sometime."