Uncovering Annabelle (9 page)

He wasn’t prepared when she threw herself at
him and they both tumbled back onto the bed. Annabelle peppered his
face with kisses. “Thank you. Thank you. That was absolutely
amazing.”

He scooted them up higher on the bed, pulled
her on top of him and savored the look of pure enjoyment in her
eyes. He’d always prided himself on being a good lover, a generous
one, but with Annabelle looking at him like he hung the moon, he
felt like the king of the universe.

It was also a huge turn-on, and his dick
twitched beneath his pants as it felt her softness above him.

The moment she felt his erection push into
her stomach, she stilled and looked at him quizzically. “You didn’t
. . .” She trailed off, not able to finish her sentence.
His Annabelle was still a little shy when it came to sex.

“No, but I will,” he assured her. “That was
only the beginning.” Mike reached behind her and unhooked her bra.
When it came free he quickly tugged it down her arms and threw it
to the floor, exposing her breasts to his view for the first time.
They were full and firm, her nipples large and dusty rose in color.
Her skin was soft and supple under his hands as he shaped and
kneaded the plush mounds.

He watched her face as he teased her
nipples, enjoying her uninhibited display of delight. Her head was
thrown back and her chest heaved up and down as her breathing grew
more rapid. She was so responsive, as if she had been fashioned
specifically for his enjoyment.

He could spend all night just looking at
her. On second thought, he would rather taste her.

He pulled her higher until her breasts were
level with his mouth. She made a small sound of pleasure when he
used his tongue to outline her nipples without touching them, like
licking around the edge of an ice cream cone without sucking on the
top. He went back and forth from one to the other, round and
round.

Annabelle squirmed over him, but still he
did nothing but tease her. Mike knew what she wanted, but he wanted
her to ask for it. To demand it as her due. He could feel the
wetness from her orgasm through her panties as she rubbed against
him. Her breath was as ragged as his.

“Suck on them,” she ordered, insistently
tugging his mouth where she wanted it.

Mike obeyed instantly, drawing her nipple
into his mouth and sucking hard. Annabelle groaned and ground her
pelvis against his stomach, her movements becoming more frantic as
he continued to suckle. He couldn’t believe that she was this close
to coming again. Damn, she was hot.

Mike grasped her hips and positioned her so
that she was covering his arousal. And although it was almost too
painful to bear, it was also one of the most pleasurable things
he’d ever experienced.

Her heat surrounded his erection even
through the layers of her panties and his pants. Gripping her
tighter, he worked her up and down his erection as he continued to
suck on her breasts, alternating back and forth between them.

He was one second from coming in his pants
for the first time since his early teens when he felt her orgasm
begin within her. She simply gave herself up to the pleasure. His
Annabelle was a moaner, and she came long and loud. When it was
over, she collapsed on top of him.

Mike pulled her down to his side and hugged
her. He had to have her. If he didn’t get inside her in the next
minute, he would either go insane or come in his pants. At this
point, it was still a toss-up.

When he started to ease himself off the bed,
Annabelle tugged him back. He gave her a quick kiss. “Let me get my
clothes off.”

Annabelle blinked several times, appearing
confused. “You’re still dressed.” She looked down at herself. “And
I’m . . . Well, I’m not quite undressed all the way
either.”

Mike ran his hand over the top of her head.
She looked adorable and sexy and totally bewildered. “You will be,”
he promised. He rose from the bed and started to unbutton his
shirt.

Chapter
Six

Annabelle sprawled on the bed and watched
with unabashed interest as Mike unbuttoned his shirt. As the
material gaped open, she was rewarded with the sight of his tanned,
muscular chest. He tugged the tails of his shirt away from the
waistband of his pants, each movement economical and controlled. He
peeled it down his arms and tossed it onto a chair in the
corner.

Her mouth went dry. She knew he was well
built, but without clothes he appeared massive. His biceps were
huge, his pecs hard and defined and his abs delineated muscles. He
was a perfect specimen of masculinity, and he wanted her.

He bent over and undid his shoes. Taking his
time when she wanted him to hurry, he removed them and kicked them
under the bed.

Then he reached for the buckle of his
belt.

He wasn’t the least bit self-conscious as he
undid the belt, slid it from the loops of his pants and tossed it
to the floor. She wished she had half his confidence.

She swallowed hard when he undid the button
of his slacks and then slowly unzipped them. The material clung to
his hips for a brief moment before falling down his legs to pool at
his feet. He kicked them aside.

His legs were as hard and muscular as the
rest of him. There was something sexy about a man who made his
living through physical labor. His boxer briefs cupped his
erection, outlining every thick inch of him.

Mike stuck his thumbs behind the waistband
and shoved the material down and off. While he was bent over, he
removed his socks. When he straightened, he was totally naked. He
stood before her, allowing her an unrestricted view.

Annabelle had seen a naked man before. She
wasn’t a virgin. But her previous lover had looked nothing like
Mike. He was all rugged male, from his hair, which he kept tied
back with a leather thong, to his large feet. His shoulders were
broad, his stomach flat and muscled, and his thighs rock-hard. A
light sprinkling of brown hair covered his chest, and her fingers
itched to touch it. He was impressive. Almost intimidating. He was
a healthy male animal in his prime. His penis jutted out in front
of him, giving no doubt as to his readiness.

Annabelle suddenly found it difficult to
swallow. This was all for her. He was standing there for her
perusal to allow her the time to get used to him, to accept him.
She reached out and he came toward her. He took her hand in his and
kissed it before lowering himself to sit beside her.

It was then she became aware of her own
vulnerability. She’d been so caught up in looking at Mike, she’d
forgotten she was all but naked. Instinctively, her hands covered
her breasts. She was glad for the presence of her underwear. As
little protection as they provided from his heated gaze, it was
something.

“Hey, don’t hide from me.” Mike reached out
and coaxed her hands away from her breasts. He leaned forward and
playfully kissed the tip of both. “They’re so lovely.” He sat
upright and ran his forefinger over her cheek. “As are you.”

When she didn’t cover herself again, he ran
his fingertips over the waistband of her panties. She nibbled on
her bottom lip and prayed for courage. This would be so much easier
if the lights were off. On the other hand, if the room was dark she
wouldn’t be able to see him. And Mike was definitely well worth
seeing. It was a dilemma.

His hands were calloused and hard from years
of work. The slight abrasion was highly arousing. The contrast
between the roughness of his skin and the tenderness he displayed
gave her the courage not to object when he slid the cotton panties
down her thighs and off. She briefly closed her eyes, but quickly
opened them again. She wanted to see his reaction. Part of her felt
terribly exposed. Another part was fiercely proud that he wanted
her as much as he obviously did.

Mike stretched out beside her on the bed. He
propped himself up on one arm and gathered her close with the
other. When his dark head dipped toward her all thought fled. There
was only Mike, and the magic of his touch.

His lips sought hers in a searing kiss. He
thrust his tongue inside her mouth, teasing her, enticing her. This
felt right and there was no hesitation on her part. She met him
thrust for thrust, wanting to offer him the same pleasure he was
giving her. She sucked on his tongue, and his breathing grew
harsher, his kiss all-consuming.

Annabelle swept her hands over his
shoulders, loving the play of his muscles beneath her fingers,
savoring his strength. She reached behind him and did what she’d
been dying to do for months. She tugged at the narrow strip of
leather that confined his hair until it came away in her hand. She
tossed it aside and then threaded her fingers through the silky
strands. It was soft and incredibly sexy.

Mike groaned at her touch and left her
mouth, but he didn’t stop kissing her. He trailed hot, openmouthed
kisses down her neck, stopping to nip at the base where neck and
shoulder met. It stung a little, but drove her wild as well. She
clasped his head to her as he licked the sting away.

Every nerve ending in her body was alive and
electric. His every touch made her quiver. She’d already had two
orgasms and was close to having another.

Mike worked his way down to her breasts,
licking and nipping at them until she was panting hard. Her legs
moved in a restless dance on the sheets, and he threw one muscled
thigh across them to pin her to the bed while he continued to play
with her breasts.

“I can’t take much more,” she gasped.

“You can. And you will.” Annabelle wasn’t
sure he was right but was more than willing to try. Everything he
did to her was new and exciting, her body responding in a way she’d
never believed possible.

He shifted so he was kneeling between her
legs with her thighs draped over his. His eyes were dark with
arousal and a muscle in his jaw clenched. He gripped both of her
thighs and slowly spread her legs to make more room for him.

When she started to protest, he leaned over
and placed a finger over her lips. “Let me do this for you.” He
rubbed his fingers across her lips until she opened them. He
slipped his finger inside her mouth. “Suck.” It was a one-word
command that she obeyed.

She sucked and licked his finger. This was
something she wanted to try later with his penis, and from the look
in his eyes, he would be more than happy to let her. Without
warning, he withdrew his finger and held it in front of her. It was
large and damp.

“Open your legs wide for me.” His voice was
mesmerizing and it didn’t even cross her mind not to do as he
asked. He rewarded her by sliding the same finger that had been
inside her mouth over her clit and straight inside her slick
channel.

It was shocking and erotic all at once. He
kept his finger still, and Annabelle bucked her hips, trying to
encourage him to move. Instead, he withdrew his finger totally. She
moaned in protest.

“Trust me,” he whispered. He slid his finger
over the lips of her sex. He parted her with his other hand so that
he had a better view of her. “You’re so pink and lush and hot.” He
flicked his finger over her clitoris. Annabelle gasped and twisted
her hips. His words and his actions were bringing her to the brink
again.

“I want more.” She thrashed her head back
and forth on the pillow and her hips pumped wildly into the air.
She was so close to coming again it bordered on painful.

Mike slid his finger inside her, withdrew
and plunged it in again. The rhythm was steady and intoxicating.
Annabelle instinctively tried to close her legs when his finger
entered her. He quickly pulled away. “Keep your legs open. It will
be better that way. I promise.”

Annabelle thrust her legs as far apart as
she could. Anything to get him to finish. For a woman who’d never
had an orgasm outside a dream before, she was quickly becoming
addicted.

He kept up a steady pace. Her orgasm slammed
into her without warning, and she gave herself over to the powerful
release. Her legs instinctively closed over Mike’s hand, wanting to
prolong the pleasure. He didn’t disappoint. He kept up the steady
pressure until she was spent. When the release was over, she sank
back into the mattress in a sated stupor. Her entire body felt
boneless.

Mike pulled away from her and lunged toward
the bedside table. He yanked open the drawer, thrust his hand
inside, and pulled out several condoms. It took only a second for
him to rip one of the packets open and sheath himself. Then he
moved back between her legs.

He grasped her thighs, angled her toward his
waiting erection and pushed forward. The broad head of his shaft
powered past her body’s natural resistance. She was tight, the
delicate muscles within already swollen from her earlier orgasms,
and he was so big and overwhelming. She squirmed in an attempt to
get comfortable.

“Relax, honey. Just relax.” The muscles of
his arms were rock solid and his hands were clenched. She could
tell he was trying very hard not to move. The cords of his neck
stood out and his jaw was taut. “Jesus, you’re tight.”

Annabelle took a deep breath and then
another. They were meant to fit together. Her channel rippled
around the invading hardness, softening and accepting him. The
longer he was inside her, the better it got. She was amazed at his
self-restraint. The fact that he would exercise such self-control
so he wouldn’t hurt her made her want him even more.

“You feel so big and hot inside me.” She
wanted him to know how much she wanted him but didn’t know what to
say. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his waist and grabbed his
butt.

It was all the encouragement he seemed to
need. His control snapped and his hips slammed forward, burying him
to the hilt. They both moaned at the intimate joining. “I can’t
wait any longer.” That was the only warning she got before he
pulled back and drove deep once again. His hips pumped in and out,
getting faster and harder with each thrust. His breathing grew
harsh and a bead of sweat rolled down his temple.