Maleficence of Magnolia

Maggie awakened nude in Shannon’s arms. As she lifted the blanket, she discovered that he, too, was naked. Looking over at the clock, she saw that it was 9 p.m. and was surprised to realize that they had slept, cocooned together, for several hours. She looked over at him, studying his peacefully sleeping features. His hair was also red, but not quite as bright a hue as hers. He had a thin sprinkling of freckles that ran from cheek to nose to cheek, which she found quite appealing. She could see laugh lines around his mouth and remembered his boisterous chuckle. She thought that he was probably generally good-natured. He had a five o’clock shadow, and she wondered when he had shaved last, or if he was the type that normally went shaggy. Observing other areas of his anatomy, she noticed stickiness where their skin touched. Maggie thought it likely that it was from the two of them sweating during their earlier arduous activities. Though she would ordinarily find that disgusting, like the sweaty skin of her dirty patients, she found that she didn’t mind being sweaty with Shannon. On the contrary, the thought actually turned her on. Silently musing over what the two of them had been doing together, Maggie remembered the feel of Shannon deep inside her, and wanted to see him again. Glancing at his face to ensure that he remained asleep, she carefully lifted the blanket, stealing a peek. His pubic region was covered with a rich carpet of red curly hairs that corkscrewed over his mons pubis. Just below the area that contained the thickest covering, his sex organ dominated so that she could scarcely see his scrotum peeking out on either side. A throaty sound had her turning her head to look at his face, and she saw that he was watching her. “Ye like what ye see, do ya?” he asked with a cocky grin. She dropped the blanket, lying back and covering her eyes with her hand. She could feel her face turning bright red as it burned with embarrassment. Shannon chuckled, unashamed of his nudity. He then grabbed her at her ribs and teased, whispering in her ear, “All ye have to do is ask, love…but fair is fair, and I want to look at you, too.” His statement caused Maggie to erupt into a volley of giggles as she turned her head in an attempt to hide her face. Obviously encouraged, he threw the blanket away from their bodies so that it landed on the floor, moving to straddle one of her thighs. She resisted, attempting to hold her legs together. Shannon laughed, mischievously tickling her inner thighs and working to coax them open, reminding her, “Now love, ye got to take a look; I just want the same thing fer meself.” Giggling and squirming, she turned her face away from the pillow and looked at him. “You really want to look at me down there?” she asked. He smiled down at her, assuring, “Mmmmm. More than anathing, love. And I want to taste ye right here.” He said this as he fondled her between her legs, causing her to arch into his fingertips. Already slick where he touched her, he dipped his fingers in and then brought them to his mouth, making heavy eye contact. “Ye taste good, and ye’re makin’ me mouth water to have ye’re flavor on me tongue.” With that, he brought his mouth to her core and swirled an erotic massage. As he lapped at her, he thrusted into her deeper and deeper with his fingers, stimulating her sensitive nerve endings. Quickly, he had her moaning and writhing; in a thrall from his sensual ministrations. She was moving frantically from the gathering pleasure he was creating, and he was becoming frenzied from his luscious feeding. Soon, his chin and cheeks were covered in the ambrosia she created.