Anna Marie Sorenson's Secret Affair (16 page)

been fucked for most of the night and so her loins were swollen. He had to have her all over again.

He moved his finger inside the warm womanly flesh, caressing her. Anna Marie, still

asleep, moaned and wriggled her buttocks. He did it again and was rewarded with the same wriggling but this time with a soft but high, distress cry. Dallas scooped up his sleeping lover in his arms and carried her into the bathroom. Under the warm spray of water, he slowly woke her to wet sex.

An hour later, clean, immensely replete, but largely lethargic, Anna Marie stepped into her bedroom, drying her body with a large bath towel. She stopped when she caught her reflection in the closet mirror. Hesitantly, she examined her face. It was a face she recognized as her own. If she has thought that hot, outrageous sex would turn her into a beautiful swan, she was disappointed. She still had the short, mousy brown, baby-fine hair, the same pale face with its nondescript features, the same solemn gray eyes. But, surely, she should have gained some sort of beauty, she thought as she examined her features. It seemed only fair that having wild, blistering sex with a Navy SEAL not once but many times should give her some sort of beauty, at least a certain allure. Granted her skin glowed, and her gray eyes that tended to look a little lifeless were luminous. But, overall, she still looked like what she had always been, a quietly staid, unexciting librarian.

Still curious, Anna Marie slowly opened her towel, shyly, cautiously, to the mirror.

Looking at her naked body in a mirror was something she rarely did. Before, it seemed so… self-indulgent, hedonistic, and paganistic. But, now, it only seemed right that she should get to know better her own body when it was obvious that this Navy SEAL was so enamored with it, to the point that it was a near obsession for him.

She started to giggle at the full view of her naked body in the mirror and quickly closed the towel. Then she realized that it was ridiculous for a grown woman to be nervous and ashamed of seeing her own naked body. Shaking her head, and shaking off the sense of childish self-consciousness, Anna Marie opened her towel and determinedly examined her body.

She had always lamented at the large size of her breasts, especially for her small size.

But, now, remembering the numerous times her big bruiser of a sailor had laid his big hands on them to fondle and squeeze their heavy weight, pulling at them, drawing them deeply into his mouth, all the while he rutting his swollen cock ruthlessly into her snatch, she couldn’t help but Secret Affair 98

be proud of them. In fact, she knew that every time she looked at her breasts, she would now get aroused all over again, because she would remember Dallas’s male hands on them.

She turned aside and examined her buttocks. They were also full and round, but not so blatantly that it drew lecherous stares as her breasts did. She smiled at their seductive curves, wiggling them in front of the mirror, testing them. Dallas’s hands and mouth had also squeezed and fondled them many times. And she would always remember how he held her with his hands gripping her buttocks while he plunged inside her over and over. And he had held them hard and fast, and she could see patches of bruises on her white cheeks left by is large hands.

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Chapter 8

Anna Marie jumped when there was a low, appreciative whistle from behind her. She

turned and saw Dallas leaning his shoulder against the opening of the bathroom, gloriously naked, his short black damp hair clinging to his skull.

Quickly, she wrapped the towel around her. “I…I didn’t see you there.”

“Don’t let me stop you. There’s nothing more I enjoy than watching a woman getting

turned on my her own body.”

Anna Marie frowned and said primly. “I was not getting turned on. I was just examining my body for a…uh…a perfectly objective reason.”

“Honey, there’s nothing wrong with getting it on with your own body. Do you

masturbate?”

She flushed but said with dignity, at least with what dignity she could muster under the circumstances, “I prefer not to answer a question on such a private matter. “

“How much more private can it be than me masturbating you.”

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“That wasn’t…masturb…” She stopped and caught her breath. She could barely say the

word, because the word, and the act, was unfamiliar to her. And he already knew that. “What we did is not masturbation.”

“Then, what would you call it if not masturbation?”

He came closer to her, and she backed away. Suddenly, in all his male nakedness, he

became menacing, and darkly so.

“It was…”

“Making love?” He smiled icily, dismissing the term as quaint and trite. “What I did to you in that bed had nothing to do with love. It was masturbation. I had my hand, sometimes both hands, on your pussy. If I didn’t have my dick inside you, I had my fingers inside, feeling you come all over me, your warm juices bathing me. And I played with your clit, while I was fucking you, or not. And you liked it, especially while I was fucking you, Anna Marie. You have a very sensitive pussy, and you should play with it more often. And I liked it. I liked very much masturbating you, Anna Marie.” Slowly, he came around the bed, coming nearer to her. He could see that she had to physically prevent herself from retreating. “When I leave today, and I’m somewhere in some strange country, I’d like to think that that’s what you’re doing at that moment, masturbating yourself, and while you’re doing it, it’s me that you’re thinking about.” Goosebumps were sprouting all over Anna Marie’s skin, but it wasn’t any chill in the room that was making her shiver. His words, so salacious, so explicit, and the sensual menace in his green eyes were creating havoc to her nerves, and to her loins that were tightening with heavy heat. She was only too clearly able to imagine his fingers deep in her pussy, taking her little nub between his thumb and forefinger, and then his huge cock deep inside her, distending her flesh with its great size.

Before she could guess his intention, Dallas reached out an arm, got a handful of towel that she was pressing to her and used his grip to pull her to him. He pressed his lips to her temples and trailed them down her cheek. When he felt her tremble against him, he couldn’t help but sink his teeth into the tender skin of her neck. Anna Marie cried out, arching her small body against his, shuddering with fear and need. Before now, she could not say that her brute of a lover had been tender and sweet. But a few times he had shown gentleness, maybe even consideration. Even when he had dragged her into the shower and his hands had been greedy and Secret Affair 101

insistent as they washed her body, he had held back his hunger so that he could explore her soft silken curves beneath the foamy film. And she had felt safe, desired. Even cherished.

Somehow, since the shower, something happened, perhaps it was something she did or in the way she looked at him. Whatever it as, it made Dallas turn predatory, ruthless, and very hungry.

She gave a soft whimper when she felt his mouth suckle hard her neck. A shudder of

erotic need ran through her, ending in another ball of heat between her thighs. But she somehow gained enough strength to push him away.

“Don’t,” she said. “Last time you did that, it left a big red mark for days on my neck and I had a hard time explaining it to people at work.”

She moved to walk past him, but he captured her hand and used it to pull her back. He bent his head and clamped his mouth over the same spot on her neck and suckled deeply. The kiss set off an equally ferocious hunger inside Anna Marie, making her knees buckle under her so that she had to cling to his shoulders with her small hands.

Then she threw all caution to the wind and threw her arms tight around Dallas’s neck, the towel falling in a pool around her feet. Standing on her tiptoe, pressing her naked body to his, she threaded her hand through his thick hair and pulled his mouth away from his neck so that she could cover it with her own. This created even more havoc for her, increasing his hunger and need for her. Dallas deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her so tight that she gave a small cry of pain and squirmed in his arms because she couldn’t breathe. He instantly loosened his steel hold and his kisses gentled, apologetic. When he lifted his head, he visibly made an effort to temper the savagery of his hunger.

“I want to masturbate you,” he whispered against her lips.

Anna Marie’s lips widened with shy pleasure and a trace of apprehension.

“And I want you to watch while I do it,” Dallas said.

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped with shock. “I…I can’t…”

Dallas put his hands on her shoulder and slowly turned her around until she faced the mirror. Anna Marie quickly lowered her eyes rather than face the complete naked image of herself again.

“Come on, baby, look up,” Dallas coaxed, smoothing one hand down her side. “I want

you to take a good look at yourself. That’s step one, to recognize just how sexy your body is, and Secret Affair 102

that it can drive a man crazy to a point that he can lose all control of himself. Come on, lift those baby grays for me, and take a look.”

Because her natural tendency was to obey rather than be obdurate, Anna Marie slowly

lifted her eyes. What she saw made her gasp and stare with amazement and awe. This time she was not only seeing just the reflection of her nude body but her nude body against the backdrop of Dallas’s much taller and much bigger naked body. She knew she was quite short and small.

But set against his, especially nakedly, her body looked very delicate and vulnerable, and so unutterably sensual.

Dallas’s shoulders and chest loomed up behind her. The top of her head barely reached his chest. The breath of him, the bulge of his muscles on his neck, shoulders, arms, and chest had him completely dwarfing her. He was naturally darker skinned than she, almost golden tawny, creating a sharp relief to her smooth white skin. If she were the fanciful type, Anna Marie thought she would imagine that she looked like some sex slave that he had captured to do with as he pleased. Then she thought that while he might not have captured her as his sex slave, he still ruled her and did pretty much what he wanted with her body sexually.

As she stood there, forced to face her nakedness with open frankness for the second time, it occurred to Anna Marie that this was what he had been leading her up to all along, from the moment he kissed her in her kitchen that first time to tonight. He wanted her to be able to share in his debauchery and hedonism, to use her own body as he was using it for her as well as his pleasure. And he wanted her to witness first hand with her eyes why he could not keep his hands off her.

As she hesitantly examined her body in the mirror, she began to realize that her body was not exactly something that a woman could be ashamed of, even if she was diminutive. She wasn’t fat at all. On the contrary, she was quite slender except for the oversize of her breasts. Her shoulders were straight, her arms long and looked toned despite the fact that she did nothing strenuous to make them look that way, except maybe carry a pile of books from one shelf to another every day. Her pale stomach was flat, giving her a very tiny looking waist, emphasizing more than she would have liked the generous flare of her hips. The hips tapered to the long columns of her thighs, which were also thankfully slender, making her legs appear long and shapely.

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When looking at her breasts now, she felt sexy, instead of self conscious and vaguely ashamed. They were like small ripe melons, so round and full, their heavy weight still held upright so that they thrust out instead of sagging down. In the middle of each pale globe was the large disc of the areole, shaded in pale coral pink, and in the middle of the disc was the nipple, also large and fat, much larger and fatter than any eraser end of a pencil, so that they protruded from the disc prominently even when they were not hard with arousal.

The thick thatch of dark brown curls between her smooth, sleek thighs intensified the sexual allure that the slender body and her large breasts created, a protective covering that was hardly innocent or designed for defense. The pretty little triangle only was an invitation for a rampaging lover to thread his fingers through it and to pull apart her thick petals for plundering.

And Dallas did just that, his roving hand hovering over her pubis, threatening to wade his fingers past the dark thatch by skimming his fingers over her thighs and brushing against the tight curls, making her thighs tremble and Anna Marie to catch her breath and then hold, waiting, almost fearfully, to see what he would do next.

He did it again, brushing his fingers over the triangle, his eyes glowing wolfishly as he watched her shivery reaction in the mirror. “You’re so pretty down here, kitten, so soft, satiny, silky. And when I open you up, baby, and see all those little folds of yours, shiny with your juices, I just have to have you. I need to have all that sweet cunt of yours. I know, baby, that I’m rough with you when I take you, but it’s your fault, Anna Marie, having such a sweet honey pot between your legs.”

Anna Marie squeezed her thighs together trying to squelch the heat that tightened in her loins. “Oooooh,” she panted, not wanting to watch but unable to tear her fascinated eyes from his male hands that were fluttering over her lower body.

Dallas’s hands moved behind her hips until they cupped her buttocks, and he gave them a gentle squeeze and began to massage them. “You also have some ass, honey, as well,” he said crudely and gave them another loving squeeze. Then, as if he couldn’t help himself, he did it again. “Your ass is big enough so that it twitches when you walk, so that a man could swear that you were begging him to turn you over his knees and tan your impish tail.”

Anna Marie cried out with sensual distress when she felt a big hand slip beneath her cheeks and insert a finger into her love box, and then sigh with some fearful relief when he took his hand away.

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