Authors: Arianna Hart Kate Hill Denise A Agnew
By Honor Bound (34 page)
“Guess I still know how to put one of these monkey suits on. Let’s get going; your mother has probably worn out all her tissues with all that crying she was doing.”
Annie shook her head and laughed. Her parents had been married for thirty-five years and they were still as in love as ever. She hoped she and Mace could be that lucky.
Her father led her down the aisle where her sister Polly and her new sister-in-law Jemma were already waiting. Blayne was standing up for Mace, an honor Mace had insisted on.
After all, Mace had declared, if it wasn’t for Blayne torturing her as a child and locking her in the closet, they never would have met. She wasn’t surprised that the two of them got on like a house on fire. It seemed like she was destined to be surrounded by strong military men her whole life.
Her mother was indeed crying into a wad of tissues, her eyes smiling behind the tears. She’d cried just as hard at Blayne’s wedding. Annie had said it was in relief that Blayne was finally off her hands.
Mace’s eyes were shining at her as her father handed her off with a salute. The butterflies in her stomach started their own flight pattern as Mace held her hand and turned towards the priest. Mace looked so tall and strong standing there, so sure and confident. Then Annie noticed the beads of sweat popping out on his forehead. He was just as nervous as she was. Her stomach immediately calmed and she smiled up at him.
The words the priest spoke as he joined them together were a blur to her. All that mattered was Mace was there by her side. She was sure now that no matter how many times he had to leave her, he’d always return.
Her Prince Charming was here at last.
* * * * *
“Alone, at last!” Mace locked the door to the fancy honeymoon suite of the hotel and undid his bowtie. Annie watched his fingers hungrily. She wanted them undressing
her
. It had been her idea to abstain for a month before the wedding, now she wasn’t so sure it was such a good idea. All night long she’d been in an agony of need every time she came within two feet of Mace. When he brushed his rock-hard cock against her pussy during their first dance together, she’d wanted to attack him on the spot.
“It was a perfect day. Just perfect, but I’m glad to have you to myself now.” Annie’s eyes were held captive as Mace pulled off his formal shirt and undershirt. He had muscles on top of muscles, and she wanted to touch every one of them.
“Same goes, baby. You look stunning in that dress, but now I want to see what’s under it.”
“Think you can handle it, Captain?” Annie smiled to herself. She had quite a surprise in store for her new husband.
“Give it your best shot, Major.” He’d pulled off his pants and was standing there in nothing but black silk boxers.
She sure hoped she could pull off this striptease without cutting to the chase and jumping him where he stood.
Annie moved to the middle of the room and tossed her veil over a nearby chair. She gave Mace a sultry look and turned her back to him. Remembering the last time she’d had her back to him sent a fresh shot of lust through her body. This might be the fastest striptease in history.
With shaking fingers she slowly unzipped her beautiful wedding dress and let it fall to the floor in a puddle of white lace and satin. Wearing only the silky slip and her high heels, she stepped out of the dress and strutted closer to Mace.
“Very nice. I like that little number better than the wedding dress.” His cock was pushing the bounds of his shorts, and Annie’s mouth watered at the thought of pulling it inside.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet.” She shot him a wink and slipped one strap off her shoulder.
Moving out of his reach, she slid the other strap off and gave a little wiggle until the slip was also lying on the floor.
The white corset and garters had been a little uncomfortable, but the look on Mace’s face made it all worthwhile.
“Holy mother of God!” Mace reached out to touch her, but she scrambled away.
“Not yet, Flyboy.”
Kicking off her heels, Annie propped her foot up on the chair and unsnapped the garters holding her stockings up. Slowly she rolled the tubes of silk down one leg then the other. When she was left in only her white thong and the corset, she took a shaky breath and went for the final tease.
“While you were away, I missed you so much. I thought about you every night, about how I wanted to touch you and have you touch me.” Looking him dead in the eye she untied the corset and let it fall to the floor. “I would get myself so worked up thinking about all the ways we could make love that I’d just have to take things into my own hands.”
Annie ran her hands up her stomach until she grasped her own breasts. Squeezing them and kneading them, she pushed them up higher until she could suck one nipple herself. Another bolt of pure desire slammed into her at her own touch.
Apparently it was working for Mace too because sweat dripped down the side of his face, and his cock poked right through his boxers. Seeing his need gave her courage to go on.
“I got pretty good at pretending I was with you, and you were touching me all over. Especially here.”
One hand slipped under her thong and into her pussy. She was so far gone she didn’t care that she had wanted to tease him some more first. Annie shoved her fingers inside her pussy and used the other hand to tease her clit. Pumping furiously, she threw her head back and shuddered to completion.
Before she could come back down to earth, Mace swooped her into his arms and attacked her mouth with his. She was surrounded by hot, determined,
aroused
male, and it felt delicious.
“I don’t know whether to applaud you or spank you,” Mace said when he came up for air.
“I’d pick the spanking if I had my choice.” Annie pushed his straining boxers down his legs and grasped his cock in her hands. He was hot and hard and all hers. “But I have something else in mind.”
Dropping to her knees, Annie pulled his cock into her mouth and grabbed his muscled ass in her hands. The taste of him rolled across her tongue as she sucked him deeper into her throat. His musky smell filled her nostrils and added to the need building inside her.
Mace’s hands tightened in her hair as she moved up and down his length. He was so big and hard she thought she might choke, but it was worth it to know she was driving him crazy. His balls tightened below her mouth, then a spray of come shot down her throat. Annie swallowed rapidly as Mace gave a hoarse cry.
“Woman, you’ll be the death of me!” Mace groaned, pulling her up to him.
“At least you’ll die happy.” Annie gave in to the urge to touch him and ran her hands over his gloriously muscled chest. Her fingers tangled in his hair and swirled around his belly button before caressing his abs.
“It’s going to take me a little while to recover, but I’ve got an idea of what we could do to pass the time.”
Scooping her up in his arms, Mace carried her to the bed and laid her down gently. Running his fingers lightly over her breasts, he smiled down on her. “Do you know how very much I love you?”
His emerald green eyes shined into hers and sent thrills through her. “I have an idea, but you can remind me.”
Her blood had caught fire and was burning through her veins as his hands trailed across her breasts and over her stomach. His lips followed and the fire turned into an inferno.
“You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. I love you more than anything in the world. You are my very breath, my reason for living.” He peppered his words with kisses as he slid between her legs and moved slowly to her pussy.
“I love being with you, loving you, touching you—” His fingers parted her curls and teased lightly around the opening of her channel before slipping inside. “And tasting you.” His mouth descended on her clit as his finger pushed higher inside her pussy.
Hot, pulsing need slammed through her driving her higher and higher. The blood was pounding in her ears and her only anchor was Mace’s touch on her body.
“Mace!”
“Come for me, baby.”
She screamed as she did. Annie’s body convulsed around him as waves and waves of pleasure swamped her.
“Why don’t we try it together this time?” Mace licked his way up her body then slid his cock inside her still spasming body.
“I’m in-line with that plan.” Annie would follow him wherever he led, from this day forward.
The End
About the Arianna Hart
Arianna Hart lives on the East Coast with her husband and three daughters. When not teaching, writing, or chasing after her children and the dog, Ari likes to practice her karate, go for long walks, and read by the pool. She thinks heaven is having a good book, warm sun, and a drink in her hand. Until she can sit down long enough to enjoy all three, she'll settle for the occasional hour of peace and quiet.
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