RAW Deception (Round 2 in the RAW Instinct Series)

Gregory

My feelings for Shane had reached saturation point. The love I felt for him after six months had grown in leaps and bounds as the months went by. I wanted to surprise him with my declaration of this intense love in a way that had never been done before. I just didn't know how. Suddenly it clicked and excitement welled up inside me. I wanted it to be a surprise so I prepared well for it, and when he got home from work, I told him first thing as he walked through the door.

"I have a surprise for you," I said in the most romantic voice I could find. A mixture of Merry Christmas and Happy Valentine. "But we need to get into the car and go for a drive."

"You know I love surprises, I mean good ones. Where are we going?" he asked in the car.

"You'll see. It's a very special place. One that you'll love."

He begged me the entire trip but I wouldn't give in. We stopped at the Waterkloof Security Checkpoint and I think he realised what was about to happen as we drove towards the helicopters.

"You're kidding me," he said, smiling from ear to ear.

"I got special permission today from the Brig. I'm taking you on a night flight."

"This is awesome!"

The Oryx stood proud, elegant and shining in the moonlight like the animal after which it was named. A twenty-ton mechanical beast lit up by a huge, towering floodlight.

While Shane stood to one side I did a pre-flight check and once inside I put his helmet on for him and then did mine.

I felt his excitement. Felt his pangs of fear. I checked all the instruments and finally said, "Let's get this show on the road."

The engine whistled while the rotor's blades slowly turned. The chopper danced as the updraft came in from the rotor. I pressed another button and the Oryx tilted to face the ground and we were airborne.

He didn't say much as we flew over Centurion and Pretoria and her main highways, but I could tell he was in awe of the ride. From the air, colours merge and blend and vistas morph into each other, everything is surreal. When we landed, some fifteen minutes later, he sighed with relief and I laughed.

When his laughter died I knew this was the time.

"That was awesome, thank you," he said, unbuckling his safety belt.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, detective." I removed my helmet and then his and placed my hand on his thigh, leaned over and kissed him gently. A kiss that became a breathless expression of how I felt about him. This time our passion was centred on our inner beings. Our souls. The stuff that defines us.

With closed eyes, our mouths and hands sought touch, acknowledging every part of our bodies. In the surrounding darkness, the stars gave us light, and the light shone down on us as if in approval. Our bodies moved slowly pressed tightly against each other in a slow, dancing frottage as we undressed each other. Our lips, hands and skin sought moments of blissful desire and soon Shane had my cock in his mouth, eating from tip to base, and back up to my hungry lips. Our lips opened delicately to each other. Tongues clicked. A nuclear voltage passed between us. The fullness of passion and the emptiness of need seemed like two sides of the same coin. We silently danced to the tune of our desire for each other and make no mistake, our desire for each other was palpable, strong and determined. We were both so hungry, like two forces merging together to create a new one.

We lay on top of each other for what seemed like eternity, rubbing into each other's skin. The sensation left us breathless as our sexual passion fought to merge. I lifted myself over Shane's head and allowed his tongue access to the most discreet part of me. I had prepared for this. I wanted and needed it. He stretched my butt apart and sent his tongue in like a World War Two German tank turret. I was so ready. I craved. I offered.

I belonged to Shane and only Shane.

His thrusts were gentle and kind, and with each thrust I knew this was right. Love is all about give and take. The other night Shane had allowed me to take. It was my turn to give.

Ireadied myself with my fingers, lay on my back and rested my legs on hisshoulders and he eased himself in. "Come inside me," I whispered, and thedynamite exploded. No more hiding. For the first time in my life I allowed aman to take and fill me. Releasing my animal instinct and the dissolution of myboundaries at the same time allowed me the freedom I needed to move on. 

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