Anna Marie Sorenson's Secret Affair (8 page)

his skin was a smooth tan that would have made any sunbather or subscriber to tanning salons envious. With him only inches from her, the sheer height and breath of him gave her a sense of being enveloped physically by him. Since he was so much taller than she and so much bigger, everything about him seemed to tower over her, no matter if he were standing or bending over her.

She looked up at him sleepily, finding it difficult to keep her eyes open. She had to fight off a yawn, her innate politeness demanding that she not yawn in the presence of company, including in front of a man who had been anything but polite to her.

“What are you doing?” she asked when his hands slid her torn blouse down her arms.

“What do you think?” he returned calmly, his face non-committal, expressionless. But the way his green eyes were running over her half naked body, the heat in them indicated that he was anything but detached.

She had no idea how she appeared to a man. Her white skin was rosy hued all over from the sex, and she was half dressed with her pants and underpants half way down her legs. She even still had her pumps on with her knee-highs. Her torn bra lay open at her sides, so that her heavy milky breasts with their large dark coral centers jutted upward, ready for the kiss of a man that had been promised. The way she laid there, half naked, sated, she had the look of a prim spinster gone awry from too much sex, giving her the appearance of a slattern slut.

“I thought you had to go,” she said groggily.

Dallas didn’t answer but continued to strip the rest of her clothes off. As he pulled down her slacks, he saw that her panties were about the unsexiest underpants that a woman could wear.

They were cotton, pristine white, and were made to cover her very dutifully from her bellybutton down to the apex of her thighs. They had nothing to do with bold self-confidence or sensual enticement and everything to do with comfort and practicality.

He smiled into her eyes that were still heavy from the sexual aftermath, his smile

predatory but with some wolfish humor. “Now, why am I not surprised?”

Because she had no idea what he was talking about, Anna Marie interpreted his words

with her usual insecurity where men were concerned. “I know I’m not the most attractive woman you’ve to been to bed with.” Cringing, she rose to sit on the bed, feeling an awful oiliness of shame chasing away some of the torpor left over from the sex. “You didn’t have to sleep with me, you know.”

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“Honey, with you, it seems I have very little choice in that. And that’s a first for me.” She turned her head, averting her eyes from his. “You mean I’m not the usual type of woman that you go for.”

“No, you’re not.”

She turned back to him, curious. “Then why me?”

For a moment, Dallas stared back at her, at a loss for the reason, which was rather

uncharacteristic of him. He had always been a man who was sure of every motive, of every move. That was one of the reasons why he was so good at what he did.

“Beats the hell out of me, lady.” He gently brushed her hair from her flushed face, a gesture that was also uncharacteristic of him. “How about you? Why me?”

“That’s easy. You take my breath away, as you have taken away the breath of every girl who has laid eyes on you.”

Dallas smiled faintly. “You make me sound larger than life.”

She smiled in returned but her smile was ironic. “You are. You’re definitely that. You must know that. I can’t imagine that a few of your women have not thought a little about the…” She looked down at his penis that was thrusting out from his groin. “Viability of

accommodation.”

“Maybe. But none have ever ended up complaining in the end.”

Anna Marie gave him an impish grin. “Hmmmm, I’m not complaining. In fact, I feel

quite honored that I got to experience such splendor of your cock.”

Dallas reached out and pulled away the remainder of her clothes. He turned her onto her back, bent her legs and pushed them up until her knees touched her breasts, leaving her flesh between her thighs completely exposed and vulnerable to him. When she felt him press his two thumbs on the heavy folds of her labia and press them open, she moaned, shivered with delicious anticipation but also a sensual fear of knowing she was about to be overwhelmed again with sexual ravagement.

Dallas fisted his cock in his hand and guided the fat tip to her opening and pushed until the head was completely enclosed. Anna Marie shivered again when she was reacquainted with the sheer size of him. She turned her head, averting her face from those hard green eyes, abashed that she would so acquiescently accommodate him without even an attempt at protest or pretense Secret Affair 49

that she was not a woman who a sensualist like Dallas could treat with such blatantly erotic demand.

He lifted her legs, put his arms under them so that each hand was holding her by the underside of her thigh, holding them apart, and he pushed further into her channel and found it just as tightly constricted as he had the first time around. He braced his hands on each side of her, his hard body shuddering above her, because the pleasure of being gloved so tightly by this small, dainty woman was almost more than he could bear, his face, neck, chest, shoulders, and back breaking out in sweat.

“You’re such a tight little cunt, baby,” he rasped. He threw his head back, his eyes closed as he willed himself some measure of control. “You’re going to make me fuck you all night.” He pushed again, gaining another precious inch.

Anna Marie closed her eyes and bit her lip. She didn’t want him to see that when he used words like cunt and fuck on her, it aroused her almost as much as the things he did to her. Being a woman of independence and education, she had always thought such words were epithets that put down a woman. She had idea that when a man, the right man, used them during sex, they made her feel so sexy, so wanton. So hungry.

But she couldn’t hide her growing need from Dallas, not the way the aching need swelled in her own body as he delved deeper into her, nor could she hide the thin film of sweat that was covering all over her creamy, rose-hued body. And as her lover buried his great cock within her depths deeper and deeper, she could do nothing about the thick juices that gathered in her uterus, providing him an easy lubricant for his ravagement.

When Dallas impaled his entire length within Anna Marie, he draped her legs over his hips. His green eyes were caught once again by the sight of her heavy breasts. They narrowed and his face hardened with increased desire, especially when they saw how unusually big her coral nipples were and the extended circle of the areoles that were colored a paler coral. He enclosed his fist around a plump breast and fondled it. But he avoided touching the nipple area as he had the first time, keeping his rough handling just to the rounded sphere, plumping it up so that the nipple rose up high between his finger and thumb.

The manipulation was tortuous for Anna Marie, the pleasure of her breast being squeezed and pulled causing the blood to rush to her nipple, making it painfully hard. She began to squirm Secret Affair 50

against her impalement, because her neglected but tortured nipple needed to be suckled hard by a warm, demanding mouth.

But Dallas seemed to have no intention of giving her that sensual relief any time soon, and he continued to fondle her globe firmly, making sure to keep his touch away from the nipple.

Anna Marie threaded her long fingers through his thick hair and tried to pull his mouth down to her breast.

But he resisted, instead, choosing to idly trail his lips from her temple, down her cheek, down her neck, all the while maintaining his fondling. And as he caressed her, he shifted his hips, spreading her thighs more, and gave a thrust and only gained a fraction of an inch. She was, incredibly, as tight as she had been the first time he took her. He thrust again, and kept doing so, shallowly, patiently, managing to imbed himself deeper and deeper, her warm juice slicking her channel and aiding him. Beneath him, she trembled with each push, shifting often in discomfort at the sensation of being so stretched and so full, something that she was still very unfamiliar with. Finally, Dallas managed to fully lodge himself within her silky flesh. Above her, he shuddered at the sensation of welcome of her warm glove.

She could feel the entire length of him, filling her completely, and that same tight need that she experienced the first time curled in her stomach. Sinuously, Anna Marie wriggled her hips a little and lifted one thigh higher to wrap around his waist.

He felt her glove nudge and squeeze him and his cock went rock hard, and he thought he was going to burst his liquid in her salacious depths. He hissed out a breath, his hands tightening on her hips so that they bruised.

“Stay still!” he ordered between gritted teeth, his face suffusing with dark red as he struggled to maintain his usual cool, iron control.

Her lips pouted, her lids lowering over her gray eyes, but she obeyed, stilling her

movements, docilely waiting for him.

Dallas pulled his penis back as far as he dared and then pushed back in.

She gasped at the heavy drag of her already heated loins and arched up, moaning, sliding her legs higher over his back.

He pulled back and thrust in again, creating more erotic tension for both of them, He continued, keeping his pace light and slow, fucking her gently, and as he did, he watched her from beneath hooded lids from which his green eyes glittered with restrained savage hunger, Secret Affair 51

watching the way she closed her eyes, her lips parted and her tongue flicked out to lick them, the flush coloring her pale face as well as down her throat, shoulders, and breasts.

Anna Marie arched again, her hands pressed against his back. “Oh, God. Dallas…I…I

can’t. Please…” she ended on a shuddery breath. She didn’t know what she was asking for, or what she was trying to say. All she knew was that having him so deep inside her was creating such an erotic sensation that she was almost frightened and, yet, wanting to surrender to it.

As he moved in and out of her, Dallas focused, with some effort, his attention back to her neglected breast. He gave it a squeeze, causing another moan from her. He did it again, gently mauling it with his strong fingers, plumping it up, but, again, cruelly avoiding touching the nipple area, where he knew very well where her most sensitive nerves were. Her nipple became very hard with the aching need to have a male’s mouth to suckle on it. But he did not move to feed her hunger, or his, but continued to fuck her gently while groping her breast, ignoring her pleading looks, and watched the way she begged with her body by arching her breasts towards him, her imploring hands sliding frantically over his muscled arms and shoulders.

Dallas himself wanted to fill his mouth with her breast. But he chose to continue to hold off on satisfying that need. Instead, he began to thrust his cock rhythmically in Anna Marie, pushing the aching tension inside her higher so that her body tightened in preparation for another orgasm.

At first, she was willing to endure the heavy fiery tension of her loins to experience once again that rush of shuddering relief. Not remembering his earlier reprimand she lifting her legs higher, which caused him to slip deeper inside her. She felt his cock press up against her swollen uterine wall, and her loins clenched with heat.

“Ahhhhh,” she wailed, her hips writhing in torment..

He hissed but did not give her a sharp reprimand but continued to pump inside her,

reining himself enough so that he could gradually lengthen his strokes, hardening them, reaching for deeper depths each time he plunged. Soon he was driving them both to that quickening, that painful tightening of their bodies that was both tortuously seductive and agonizing.

As the tension increased in her loins, Anna Marie began to squirm on the bed with

discomfort, a feverish flush suffusing her face and body, and the aching nipple atop her breast that was still entrapped by Dallas’s fondling hand adding to the torture.

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Even while he was fucking her to their peaks, Dallas continued to watch her entrapped nipple grow harder, watching the color of it become darker and darker, waiting patiently, despite the densely heated pleasure clouding his mind, for the right moment to make it a morsel for his mouth, to consume his treat that he was creating purely for his own appetite.

Anna Marie’s breath began to be labored, her face starting to twist with pain, her hands becoming urgent, pressing hard into his skin wherever they touched him, sometimes so hard that her nails dug in. Although they caused tiny stings on his skin, for Dallas those stings only added to his pleasure that was already on the verge of exploding, even threatened to explode his head if he did not let his body have its surcease soon.

He lifted his head, kicked it back, his eyes closed as he fought for control, stiffening when he felt her feminine glove fist him tightly when she shifted her legs again. When he opened his eyes again, they focused on her breast. He was now ready to feed his hunger.

She watched him with rapt, passion-glazed eyes as he lowered his mouth to her tortured nipple. She braced herself, her body tightened in sensual preparation. But she was still not prepared when she felt his hot mouth enclose tightly over her nipple and clamp down hard on it.

She gave a strangled cry when she felt a strong pull of tension from her breast down to her stomach to her loins, making her arch her body, which only caused more of her breast be pushed into Dallas’s feasting mouth.

And he drank his fill, suckling long and hard, and he fed, and as he fed his body

mimicked what his mouth was doing to her, his cock pumping her in time with his suckling.

The two moved against one another like that, each striving for the crest. They rode the way to the peak together, their bodies wrapped around one another like clinging vines, her arms wrapped tightly around neck, her legs clamped around his waist, her hands buried in his damp hair, and his arm under her to lift her to him.