Chapter 63: Sex In The Bunker

"No!" Peter said suddenly, "You're holding it wrong."

"What are you talking about? This is the same way you held yours back at the cottage," Sharon retorted.

"That was a revolver. This is a semi-automatic pistol," he explained and stood behind her, holding her arms and showing her the proper way.

"When handling a handgun, always keep it pointed downrange. Open your dominant hand to expose the webbing between your index finger and thumb. Taking the pistol in your other hand, insert the handle of the pistol into the web of your dominant hand. With your thumb on one side of the grip, keep your middle, ring, and pinky fingers curled securely around the other side just below the trigger guard. Steady the gun with your other hand. Your non-dominant hand should be held underneath the handgun providing support for the weight of the gun."

Peter's breath was warm on her neck and his closeness excited her even more than learning to use a gun. It had been days since they were intimate with each other and Sharon's libido was at an all-time high.

"You're also standing wrong," Peter said and the sound of his voice pulled her thoughts back to the lesson at hand.

He bent down and readjusted her footing with his hands which felt so warm on her skin that it almost made her moan.

"Your feet should be shoulder-width apart, with the foot opposite your dominant hand about a step past the other foot. Lean forward slightly with

your knees bent, making sure you're firmly balanced. Control your breathing. Shortly before firing the handgun, after you have carefully aimed it, you will need to take a deep breath and hold it. Calm your body."

"And then what?" She asked, the tension getting to her.

"And then you pull the trigger," Peter said close to her ear in a seductive whisper.

*Oh, the temptation!*

He took a few steps away from her and gestured to her to take a shot. Sharon faced the targets and took the stance that Peter had just shown her, her eyes focused on the objects, and then, she pulled the trigger.

The sound of the gun echoed throughout the Island and it sounded really powerful, Sharon thought.

She, however, failed to hit any of the targets.

"Take another shot," Peter instructed so she tried again but still failed to hit any of the targets.

She stared at Peter in defeat.

"Keep trying until you hit one," Peter said instructively.

Sharon took a deep breath and tried again. She emptied the entire clip, trying to hit any of the objects but was unsuccessful. She continued firing the empty gun in anger which made Peter step up to her and take the gun from her.

"You have to focus," he said.

"I am focused. I don't understand why I couldn't hit a single one," she said angrily.

This wasn't turning out to be as much fun as she had been expecting. Peter began reloading the pistol so she could try again.

"You have to see the gun as more than just a weapon but an extension of your arm. You have to respect the power hidden in its bullets so that when you unleash it, it works in your favour and not against you," he told her.

He was finished reloading the gun and handed it back to her.

"When you look at those objects, don't think of them as just mere targets to help you shoot better. Think of them as your problems, your fears, your weaknesses and destroy them," he said and moved away again so she could have another go.

She took a deep breath and stared at the objects. Perspiration rolled down her face as she struggled to focus. The objects, in her mind's eye, all became Addicus' face and he was laughing at her.

She breathe out and began pulling the trigger.

**Boom!**

**Boom!**

**Boom!**

One after the other, all the objects were being destroyed. Sharon shot with so much focus, accuracy, and control that Peter couldn't believe his eyes. She had nailed every single one of the targets in one shot each and brought down the gun from her line of sight and was breathing heavily.

"Wow!" Peter said in astonishment as he walked up to her.

"Normally, I'd be very shocked at how quickly you were able to shoot so accurately but I've learned to not underestimate your abilities."

Sharon stared at him with an unfamiliar look which made him wonder why.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Peter had to ask.

Sharon threw the gun on the ground and quickly covered the distance between them but before Peter could say anything, she grabbed onto his neck and buried her lips into his in a hungry kiss fueled by the adrenaline rush from all the shooting she just did.

She wanted him so badly and he wanted her just as much. They began stripping each other's clothes off, right there in the open, their desire overwhelming them. Sharon ripped open Peter's shirt with her bare hands and he did the same to her all the while exchanging delicious kisses with one another.

They managed to find their way into the bunker and as soon as they got in, Sharon violently shoved Peter onto the mattress and took off her trousers and undergarments.

She got on top of him and grabbed him by his neck, lifting him closer to her and kissing him hungrily. He tried to grab her face but she held his hands over his head and pinned them.

"No! This time, I'm the one who's going to be doing all of the giving. All you have to do is lay down and take it," she said in a sexy whisper which aroused Peter even more.

"Yes, ma'am!"

She let go of his hands and kissed his bare chest down to his abdomen and took off his trousers.

Using her tongue, she sent waves of pleasure to him via his manly arousal, demonstrating her developed love-making abilities. Peter felt like he was going to explode but managed to withstand the agonizing pleasure. After pleasing him, she sat atop his now elongated manhood and began riding him. They both let out moans and groans of ecstasy and erotic pleasure.

Sharon rode him even faster and was now moaning louder than ever before. He was deep inside her, almost touching her bare soul. They both were on the verge of climaxing and they did so together in perfect synchronization, their bodies completely satisfied and exhausted from the work they had just done.

It was a perfect round of love-making. A huge stress reliever in preparation for all the action the next few days were going to bring. The lovers lay on the mattress in each other's arms, stroking each other's hair and skin and savouring the sweetness of their bodies entwined in love and desire. But, like all good things in Sharon's life, it couldn't last and had to come to an end.

"Sharon?"

"Yes, Love," she answered.

"I've been doing some thinking about how we're going to go about stopping Addicus," he said.

Sharon used her arms to support herself so she could look at Peter better to hear what he had been thinking about.

"What have you been thinking about?" She asked.

"We can't do this alone. We need help."