Byrd's Desire by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

changing into fine, black hairs as she watched. Byrd smelled of the rain, of earth, and wind.  “You came back after all ,” she said, almost sobbing in her delight. “You’re here.”
    Byrd’s sigh reminded her of the sound of wind through the trees. “I told you that I would, winuhca,” he said. “And I did.”
    “I’ve made up my mind,” she told him.
    He nodded. “Since you’re here, looking very beautiful, wearing feathers,” he said, “I guess you have.”
    “I do. I did .” Her words sounded like a vow, so she added, “I believe and I will be your mate, if you still want me.”
    His eyes met hers and pierced her soul. “Yes, Celia.  Then there are things to do and things you must learn.”
    She wanted loving, not a lesson, but when she raised her head to protest, Byrd kissed her.  Celia forgot about anything else.  His lips molded against hers, pliable as clay, hot as the month of August, and sweeter than pralines.  Byrd’s mouth warmed hers with more spice than a good gumbo or étouffé and evoked every carnal passion lurking within her body.  He nibbled at her and she responded with urgent kisses delivered on his mouth, his cheeks, and down his throat.  Celia shuddered as ripples of delight spread outward and through her, down to her feet.
    As the rain clouds, absent of thunder and lightning, tracked eastward, sunshine broke through the gray mass and illuminated them.  They stood in sunshine, the golden light as focused on them as a stage spotlight.   As Celia became aware, she realized her eyes were shut tight and she opened them.  Beyond Byrd’s shoulder she glimpsed a rainbow, the colors vivid and brilliant.  She took it as a blessing, as a sign she’d made the right decision.  The way his hand gently stroked back her wild hair from her face and the tenderness in his eyes confirmed it.  If they didn’t go inside now, they’d do the deed outside in front of God, Chuck, and anybody else who happened past.
    “Let’s go inside,” he said, as if he’d read her thoughts.  Maybe he had.  Anything seemed possible now.  Celia nodded, her heart brimming to o full to speak and with his arm as shelter, they entered the ranch house together.
    They went straight to the bedroom.  As soon as they were within it, Byrd shed his garments and stripped Celia in short order. A few stray feathers separated from her skirt and landed on the carpet but she didn’t care. Charged with an electric passion, she craved connection as much as Byrd.  He heisted her onto the bed, the satin sheets cool and smooth beneath her bare bottom, and penetrated her deep. Celia gasped as he filled her space.  Extreme pleasure sensations shot through her with such power, it bordered on exquisite pain.  He worked his cock up and down as she clutched his body hard against hers, desperate to milk every sweet moment, each intense delight to the fullest.  Her pussy radiated feverish heat and she clenched her ass tight to squeeze his dick.  Byrd moaned in response so Celia repeated the action.  Her skin dripped with perspiration as they worked together to hit the moment of release.
    Neither took time to slow down and when it came, the explosion rocked them so hard the headboard slammed against the wall and the mattress tilted halfway to the floor.  Celia cried out, a wordless guttural sound of pleasure, and he roared with joy.  When they separated, the action pushed the mattress to the floor and they tumbled, laughing.  They lay there together, tangled into one heap, and Celia couldn’t stop smiling.  When she peeked at Byrd, he was grinning just as wide.
    “What now, cher?” she asked, stretching with the lazy contentment of a cat on a sunny windowsill.
    “ We eat and talk,” Byrd replied. “Got any gumbo?”
    Celia shr ugged and assessed what she had available.  “The rest of the gumbo’s in the freezer but I can heat it up if you want.  I’ve got some chicken breasts too, and I can blacken them.