Uncovering Annabelle (10 page)

It was somewhat of a shock when his shaft
touched a sensitive place inside her, igniting her desire to a
fevered pitch. Every time he thrust forward she tilted her hips to
meet him. She ground her pelvis against his, loving the friction
from his pelvis against her clit.

The broad head of his shaft continued to
stroke her with each withdrawal and thrust in the most delicious
way. Her hips moved in rhythm with his, both of them straining to
reach orgasm. She dug her fingers into his sides and hung on as he
rode her hard. She reached for that familiar explosive feeling once
again.

Mike’s grip on her waist tightened. She
unlocked her legs from his waist and dropped her feet to the
mattress. She used the new leverage to drive her lower body up to
meet his thrusts.

He groaned and stilled with his shaft buried
deep. He swore and his big body jerked and heaved as he came. The
power of his orgasm triggered hers. Her inner muscles clamped down
hard on his penis. She moaned as his shaft seemed to grow larger
inside her. Or maybe she was simply squeezing him. It didn’t
matter. Nothing did but the explosions of pleasure rocking her.

Mike swore again and ground his pelvis
against hers. He gave one final groan before he collapsed.
Annabelle lay there totally exhausted and replete. And more content
than she’d ever been in her entire life. Her body was sprawled,
open and naked, and she just didn’t care. Every now and then a
tremor would snake through her.

Her limbs were heavy and so were her eyes,
so she closed them and actually dozed. She didn’t know how much
time had passed before she woke and found the energy to turn her
head and look at Mike.

Facedown on the pillow next to her, he
didn’t move. His eyes were closed and his features relaxed. His
hair tangled around his face and his skin shone with a light sheen
of sweat. Annabelle became aware of just how hot and sticky she was
herself. She’d do something about it, just as soon as she could
gather enough energy to move.

As if he felt her gaze, Mike turned his head
until he was looking straight at her. “That was amazing.” He
reached up and pushed aside a strand of hair that had fallen from
her bun. “I can’t believe your hair is still up.”

He sounded amused by that fact, but she was
in too good a mood to mind his teasing. With some effort, he
levered himself off the bed and padded into the bathroom that was
part of the master suite. She heard water running, and a moment
later he returned to the bed, the used condom disposed of.

She didn’t notice the washcloth in his hand
until he nudged her thighs open and started to wash her. The cloth
was wet and cool. The sensation was surprisingly comforting yet
sensual. His whole concentration was on the task he was performing.
He traced the lips of her sex and dipped in around the opening.
When the cloth grazed her sensitive clitoris, Annabelle’s hips
quivered even as she groaned in embarrassment. Seemingly satisfied
with what he’d done, Mike removed the cloth from between her legs
and set it on the bedside table.

“Let’s get you more comfortable.” Mike
grasped her hands and pulled her into a sitting position. He
reached behind her head and began to pull the pins from her hair.
The long locks fell over her back and chest. It was a relief to
release the pressure on her scalp.

He combed his fingers through the long
length of hair. “It goes all the way to your waist.” He brought a
lock of her hair to his face and ran it over his lips. “I want to
feel your hair all over my body.”

She nodded her agreement. She wanted to
drape him in her hair and tease him with it. There was a temptress
inside of her who longed to get out. She yawned in spite of
herself. The spirit was willing, but the flesh was tired.

“Later. Sleep now,” Mike murmured to her as
he tugged back the covers and tucked her beneath the cotton sheet.
He turned off the bedside lamp, slipped into bed beside her, and
drew her into his arms.

Annabelle was more relaxed than she’d ever
been in her life. The last thought in her head as she drifted off
to sleep was that there was still so much she wanted to try.

• • •

Annabelle was having the most wonderful
dream. Her lover was lying behind her with his arms wrapped around
her. His nimble fingers played with her breasts while his lips
nibbled on her neck. She sighed and arched into his embrace,
thrusting her breasts into his large, capable hands.

“God, you feel so good.”

The sound of a male voice growling in her
ear woke her. This was no dream. She was wrapped tight in Mike’s
arms and he was no phantom. Her dream lover had become her real
lover.

She gave herself over to the sensations he
aroused in her. After tonight, there was no longer any doubt in her
mind she was a sensual woman. Her one lackluster sexual
relationship in college had not been because of any defect in her,
as she had always feared. The men she’d dated only briefly, the
ones whose kisses left her cold and uninspired, hadn’t been a sign
she was lacking in some fundamental way. It was all about
chemistry.

Mike had made sure that she would never
doubt her desirability again.

Armed with a new sense of power and
determination, she slipped from his grasp and turned to face him.
It was her turn to play.

The look in his eyes was tender and loving.
He smoothed her hair back from her face and down over her back. His
hand followed a lock of her hair all the way to her behind,
caressing, testing and teasing.

“Stop that.” The command came out sharper
than she intended and he stilled instantly.

Mike flicked on the lamp and caught her chin
in his hand. “Did I hurt you? Are you sore?”

Heat climbed up Annabelle’s face and she
knew she was blushing. Not exactly the sex goddess image she wanted
to portray. “No, I’m not sore.” Annabelle bit her lip, unable to
stop herself from being totally honest. “Well, I am sore, but it’s
not too bad.”

“We don’t have to do anything else.” Mike
brushed a soft kiss over her lips. “Just stay with me.” He dropped
gentle kisses on her nose and cheeks.

“I want to stay.” Annabelle wanted to make
demands of her own but wasn’t sure exactly how to express them.

Mike seemed to sense her hesitation. “What
is it, honey? You can tell me anything.”

“I want my turn,” she blurted, before she
chickened out.

“Your turn for what?” Mike seemed more
perplexed than anything. She obviously hadn’t explained herself
very well.

Annabelle took a deep breath and tried
again. “Before. When we . . .”

“When we made love,” Mike added
encouragingly when she faltered.

“Yes. You got to do things for me. I want my
turn. I want to do things for you.” Annabelle finished in a rush
and held her breath while she waited for his reaction.

“You want to do things to me?” Mike looked
intrigued by her statement. She started breathing again.

“Yes.”

Mike flopped back onto the bed and tucked
his hands under his head. “I’m all yours.”

“Really?” She couldn’t believe it was this
easy.

“You can do whatever you want.” His smile
was relaxed. “As long as you remember that I’ll get my turn again
later.”

Annabelle sat up in bed, thoughts of
everything she wanted to do making her bold. She didn’t care that
she was naked and the bedside lamp felt like a spotlight.

Mike seemed totally relaxed and at ease. The
corners of his mouth curved up in a slight grin. His hair was
rumpled and his chin was covered in a slight shadow of a beard.

And he was all hers. At least for tonight.
She hardly knew where to begin. She licked her lips in anticipation
and was rewarded by the flare of desire in Mike’s eyes.

She eased the covers back until he was
totally uncovered. It said something about how comfortable she was
with Mike that she was more concerned with the fact that he was
naked than with her own nudity. It felt natural and right to be
sitting here next to him covered in nothing but her hair.

She leaned forward and dragged her tongue
over his bottom lip. He growled and tried to deepen the kiss, but
she pulled away. “If I let you kiss me, I’ll never have my
turn.”

“I’m at your disposal, honey.” Mike was
fully aroused, his erection pressed hard against his stomach. The
head was darker than the rest. Veins ran through the shaft, making
it pulse with life. She couldn’t wait to taste him.

Annabelle nibbled her way down his neck and
across his chest. She threaded her fingers through the crisp hair
on his chest before rubbing her cheek against it. She loved the
feel of it against her skin. Determined not to rush and miss
anything, she used her tongue to play with nipples that were flat
and brown. When he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck to
encourage her, she grew bolder, and used her teeth to carefully
bite him.

“Annabelle.” He sounded both tortured and
aroused.

She abandoned his chest and moved lower,
kissing and licking a hot trail down his rock-hard stomach. His abs
flexed and stiffened at her touch. Sitting back on her heels, she
caught his gaze. She deliberately gathered a length of her hair in
one of her hands and trailed the ends over his stomach, down his
legs and across his thighs. She avoided his penis, which was fully
aroused and swollen, wanting to draw out the anticipation for both
of them.

Mike started to reach for her, but she
pulled back. “No. You promised me my turn.” She waited for a moment
and was relieved when his hands dropped to the mattress beside
him.

Annabelle knew Mike’s patience wouldn’t last
much longer so she did what she’d been dying to do all evening.
Without warning, she bent over, took the head of Mike’s penis into
her mouth and sucked. Hard.

Mike almost shot off the bed.
“Annabelle!”

She sat back, her eyes huge and uncertain.
“Did I do it wrong?” She bit her lip as she waited. She so wanted
to do this right, to be the temptress like she was in her
dreams.

His eyes blazed with desire, but when he
reached out to touch her cheek, his touch was tender. “No, honey,
you didn’t do a damn thing wrong. You just took me by
surprise.”

“Can I try again?” Annabelle looked at him
hopefully.

A snort of laughter escaped from Mike. “You
can try it. I may not survive, but at least I’ll die happy.”

Annabelle bent over him again, determined
not to rush her approach. She licked the length of his erection,
learning his shape, enjoying the texture and taste. He was large
and thick, but the skin covering him was soft and smooth. She took
a deep breath, loving the musky scent of his sex. Her fingers
teased the skin of his testicles, gently testing their weight. Her
hair flowed over his thighs as she licked and kissed his
length.

Judging by Mike’s moans of encouragement,
Annabelle decided she must be doing it right. This time when she
took him into her mouth, his large hand cupped the back of her head
to keep her there.
As if she’d stop now.

She loved the taste of him—slightly salty
and spicy. She dragged her tongue around the head of his shaft
before taking him deep. She pulled back, using her teeth to lightly
graze his hard length. Then she took him inside again, hollowed her
cheeks and sucked.

“Oh, yeah. Don’t stop.” Mike’s hips bucked
against her mouth. She couldn’t take all of him, so she wrapped her
hand around the base of his shaft to control the rhythm. Liquid
seeped from the tip of his shaft and she licked it away. It was
salty and warm.

“Stop.” Mike’s command was a hoarse whisper
as he tugged lightly on her hair.

She didn’t want to stop. She was enjoying
herself. But he tugged again and she reluctantly released him. Mike
grabbed a condom and ripped open the package. A second later he had
the protection rolled on.

He lifted her over him. The new position
caught her off guard, but she liked the idea of being on top. She
felt the hard press of the head of his penis against her opening
and then he surged inside. He put his hands on her waist and
dragged her down. She sat back and he slid even deeper.

“I can’t wait.” Mike gripped her hips and
started to move her.

“That’s all right,” she panted. She caught
on to the new rhythm and took over. She rose and fell on him. She
moved slowly at first and then faster as she gained more
confidence. She loved the way his hard shaft filled her. She really
liked being able to control the pace of their lovemaking.

Mike slid his hands up her torso and covered
her breasts. Annabelle didn’t even try to hold back her moan of
pleasure when he played with her nipples. She moved faster, picking
up the pace.

“Help me.” She was almost there and sensed
he was too, but didn’t know how to push both of them over the
edge.

Mike slid one of his hands between her legs
where their bodies were joined. His fingers barely touched her when
her climax was upon her. She cried out, her body shaking as heat
and pleasure swept over her.

Mike grabbed her by the waist and thrust
into her one final time. His shaft swelled and rippled as he came.
His release sent another shiver down her spine and tingles shooting
throughout her body. Annabelle slumped forward onto his chest. He
wrapped his arms around her and held her close. She snuggled
against him and, with her head cushioned on his shoulder, drifted
off to sleep.

Chapter
Seven

When Annabelle stirred the next morning, the
sun was streaming into the bedroom. Groaning, she rolled over onto
her back. Her eyes were gritty and she scrubbed at them with the
back of her hand. Prying her eyes open took her a few minutes and
she squinted as she read the time on the bedside clock. Annabelle
bolted upright in bed. She’d overslept. Her alarm hadn’t gone
off.