Uncovering Annabelle (12 page)

Mike enjoyed watching her as she took in the
room. He was unable to keep himself from asking, “What do you
think?” It suited him just fine, but it was more masculine than
feminine and he wasn’t sure if Annabelle would like it.

Her eyes met his and the look of wonder was
plain on her face. “I love your home, Mike. It’s absolutely
beautiful.”

Mike turned off the burner to let the heat
from the pan finish cooking the eggs. “So you won’t mind spending a
lot of your spare time here?” He popped the four slices of whole
wheat bread into the double toaster.

Annabelle bit her lip and hesitated. “You
don’t have to say that. I understand that last night was about
. . . well, sex.”

He was normally a very even-tempered guy,
but Annabelle’s stubbornness about their relationship was quickly
becoming a sore spot with him. He took a deep breath to calm his
growing anger. When that didn’t help, he took another. Mike didn’t
think he’d ever been this irritated about anything in his life.
“Last night was not a one-night stand.”

“No?” Annabelle hunched over her coffee cup,
no longer looking at him. “What was it then?”

Mike stalked over to the table. He
understood that Annabelle was insecure and for that reason he
forced himself to be gentle when he reached down and tenderly
gripped her chin in his hand. He tipped her head up until her eyes
met his. “This is the beginning of a long relationship. Do you
understand?”

Annabelle nodded hesitantly. “I wasn’t sure
if last night was all you wanted.”

Mike closed his eyes and prayed for
patience. How Annabelle could even ask that question after last
night was beyond him. He’d been all over her last night, barely
giving her time to rest before making love to her again. Did she
think that was normal? He opened his eyes and Annabelle was
watching him with a hopeful look in her eyes. Obviously, she
did.

“Well, now you know. And for your
information, I want a heck of a lot more than last night.” He spoke
slowly, wanting there to be no doubt in her mind.

Annabelle’s face was flushed and her eyes
took on a sultry, sexy expression that told him she was both
pleased and aroused by his statement. One look from her and he was
horny again. By all accounts, a hard-on should be physically
impossible after the number of times he’d come last night. But the
bulge in the front of his jeans left no room for doubt. He wanted
her. And he wasn’t willing to wait.

He tugged her up from the bench seat,
ignoring her questioning gaze. Talking would have to wait. Right
now, he had a deep physical hunger that demanded to be fed.

He threaded his fingers through her hair and
held her in place as he leaned down and covered her lips with his.
She tasted even better this morning than she had last night. As he
licked her lips he tasted mint toothpaste, coffee and the unique
flavor of Annabelle—warm, spicy woman.

He nipped and nibbled at her lips until she
finally lost all patience, grabbed him by the hair and tugged him
closer. He laughed, but all humor fled in the wake of the heat from
their kiss. Her tongue dueled with his as he swept into her mouth
and claimed it as his own.

This woman was becoming as necessary to him
as breathing. It was time she knew and accepted it. “I want you,”
Mike muttered as he peppered her face with kisses. “I want you
now.”

“Yes,” Annabelle moaned. Her hands clutched
at his back, urging him closer.

“Here,” he insisted. “Now.”

“Whatever you want.” Annabelle nibbled on
his neck as she gave him her answer. It was all the permission he
needed.

He slid his hand down the curve of her spine
until he found the hem of the shirt. He pushed under the shirt and
his hands met bare flesh. His question had been answered. She
wasn’t wearing any underwear. Mike covered her bottom with his
large hands and massaged both cheeks, loving their plump fullness.
“I love your ass,” he murmured as he continued to move his hands
over it.

“It’s too big,” she wailed as she tried to
squirm away from him.

Mike pulled back in surprise, unable to
believe what she’d just said. Annabelle tugged on his arms, trying
to move them off her behind, but he refused to give up his grip on
her delectable bottom. When he looked at her in disbelief, she just
nodded at him as if confirming her absurd notion. He growled at her
in frustration. “It’s perfect.”

Annabelle just shook her head and buried her
face against his chest. Reaching down, Mike tilted her face up and
kissed her nose, her chin, and finally her lips. He lingered over
her mouth, tasting and teasing her. All the while his hands
continued to rub and caress her behind. “It is perfect,” he
whispered in her ear.

When Annabelle went still in his arms and
gazed at him with an expression of uncertainty in her eyes, he knew
he had to show her. “Trust me?”

Annabelle nodded without hesitation. Whether
she realized it or not, she was more attracted to him than she
wanted to admit. He knew she wanted him, but it went deeper than
that. For a woman like Annabelle to trust him physically and
sexually, her emotions were involved.

Mike gently turned her in his arms so she
was facing away from him. He heard the toaster pop in the
background, but ignored it. He had to sate this appetite first.
Food would come later.

“Bend over and put your hands on the end of
the table.” Mike waited to see if she would do as he asked. She
quivered for a moment as if undecided, but then slowly bent at the
waist and placed both hands flat on the table. Mike wanted to howl
in triumph. Instead, he flipped up the tail of the shirt so that
her bottom was uncovered.

Annabelle flinched when he exposed her, but
stayed as she was. Mike was pleased and encouraged by her show of
trust. “I love the feel of your skin. It’s so soft, so damn sexy.”
He reached out and slowly ran his hands over the exposed globes of
her bottom. He moved closer, rubbing his denim-clad erection
against the cleft of her ass, at the same time moving his hands
around her waist.

Annabelle moaned and her whole body went
rigid before she softened and began to move against him. Her bottom
slid over his erection and Mike closed his eyes, enjoying the
sensation. She was so naturally sensual, she took his breath away.
But if she didn’t stop, he was liable to come in his jeans. He
gripped her waist and held her tight to stop her. “Don’t move.”

“I have to,” she panted. She fought against
his hold on her and pushed back against him.

Her honesty was almost his undoing. Mike
gritted his teeth and struggled for control. “Trust me. It will
feel even better if you don’t.” He could sense Annabelle struggling
against her natural inclination.

Mike tightened his hold on her waist and
waited until Annabelle was still in his embrace. When he was sure
she was going to remain motionless, he slid one of his hands down
her smooth belly, pausing to rub little circles on it. He loved the
way it curved slightly outward. Annabelle had exquisite curves.

He caressed her lower, delving between her
legs and threading his fingers through the thick curls covering her
mound. She was already damp. His cock flexed and grew even harder.
To torture himself even further, he rubbed his fingers over the
lips of her moist core and then brought his fingers to her
lips.

“Taste how good you are.” Mike almost came
in his pants when her tongue licked at his fingers. Her lips were
soft and her mouth was hot and moist as she drew his fingers into
her mouth and ran her teeth lightly over them. Annabelle’s mouth
was a thing of beauty, and if he was extremely lucky, she might be
tempted to use that mouth on him again.

His cock pushed harder against the zipper of
his jeans at the thought. But for now, he wanted to take Annabelle
from behind so he could caress and enjoy the view of her beautiful
ass. Nothing was more important than making love with this
woman.

Urgent to be inside her, he forced himself
to pull away and yanked a condom out of his back pocket. He was
damn grateful he’d thought to tuck one in there earlier. He
carefully unzipped his jeans and pushed them down around his hips.
His cock sprang free of the confining material and he quickly
sheathed himself before sliding into Annabelle’s waiting warmth.
Her channel was hot and wet and he filled her easily.

She shifted slightly away from him and he
forced himself to be still. He knew that his entry had been abrupt,
even if she was ready for him. She had to be sore after last night.
He was no better than a rutting bull.

“Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?”
It might just kill him, but he knew he would pull out if she didn’t
want this.

“Don’t you dare.” Annabelle moved back
against him. “Move.”

He did as she commanded. He slid his hands
under the shirt until he found her bare breasts. Cupping them in
his hands, he played with them as he moved in and out of her from
behind. Her nipples were hard points and he rolled them between his
fingers.

As amazing as it felt, it was time to
further Annabelle’s sexual education.

Mike pulled out and widened his stance,
forcing Annabelle to spread her legs. She gripped the table harder
for support and Mike knew he was now in total control of their
lovemaking. “I want you to stay as still as you can.”

Annabelle tried to squirm and move against
him but was unable to move in the position she was in. “I need to
move,” she panted.

“No, you don’t.” Mike buried his penis to
the hilt and then slowly withdrew until only the tip of him was
inside. Slowly, one inch at a time, he entered again until he was
as far as he could go. As he repeated this several times,
Annabelle’s internal muscles clenched around his cock. The feeling
was incredible. He withdrew once again and then entered her quickly
and followed with three hard, quick thrusts.

Annabelle’s fingers curled against the
tabletop. She moaned and squirmed. Mike stopped and just held both
of them still. He teased her taut nipples and played with her
breasts. Then he shifted his legs slightly farther apart, forcing
Annabelle to balance on her toes. “Every time you move, I’ll
stop.”

“That’s not fair,” Annabelle wailed. He
could feel the tension thrumming through her, how close she was to
coming.

Mike continued to tease her, loving the way
Annabelle’s inner muscles contracted around his dick and the sway
of her breasts as she panted. “No, it’s not fair, but you are
enjoying it, aren’t you? I can feel how excited you are.” Mike
pulled out and thrust back in. “Let me have you my way.”

Annabelle nodded, her whole body quivering
with desire. Mike set an alternating rhythm of short, slow strokes
followed by long, quick thrusts. He knew she liked it when her
slick channel clenched his cock even harder.

Mike gritted his teeth and recited his work
schedule in his head. He wanted Annabelle to come, but he wasn’t
ready to let go just yet. There was more he wanted to do.

Annabelle struggled to keep her balance when
a full-body shudder shook her from head to toe. Mike loved her soft
cries of release as her orgasm hit her full force. Her inner
muscles clenched his shaft so tight, he thought he might lose it.
He kept thrusting and rode out her orgasm until he could take no
more. Withdrawing from her, he kept his arms wrapped tight around
her as she collapsed forward, catching herself on the table.

Murmuring endearments in her ear, he turned
Annabelle and held her in his arms. He buried his face in her hair,
content just to hold her until she was ready for more. She shivered
and shook for several minutes before she finally began to relax in
his arms. When she laid her head on his chest, he leaned down and
whispered in her ear, “No more negative thoughts about your
beautiful behind.”

She looked up at him and smiled, looking
both sated and sleepy. She brushed a lock of hair off of her cheek,
her face solemn as she nodded her agreement. “My ass is
beautiful.”

Mike threw back his head and roared with
laughter. God, this woman was amazing. She took him from hot and
horny to laughter and contentment within seconds. He was totally
captured by her spirit.

Annabelle nestled closer to him, rubbing her
belly seductively against his erection. “You didn’t come.”

“No.” He enjoyed her sensual movements. “I
wanted you to come first.”

“Do you want breakfast now?” Annabelle
started to move away from him, but Mike pulled her back into his
arms, unable to believe she could leave him like this. One look at
her face told him that the little imp was teasing him.

“Yes, I want breakfast now.” The downcast
look on her face was priceless. “But you’re on the menu,” he
growled. He picked her up and plunked her bottom on the table.
Annabelle laughed with delight when he shoved the shirt out of his
way and began to tickle her sides and nuzzle her breasts. He
continued to tickle her until she was screaming for mercy.

• • •

Annabelle had discovered last night just how
intense and beautiful lovemaking could be. She’d never realized it
could be fun too. She lay on the table with Mike draped over her,
both of them shaking with laughter. When it finally faded away, she
stroked his face and he turned his head to kiss her hand.

His brown eyes stared into hers, deep and
dark with desire. “Take me inside you.”

She was sore from last night and their most
recent round of sex, but nothing could stop her from making love
again. Annabelle wrapped her hand around him and guided him home.
It was tight and a little painful but that quickly subsided,
leaving only pleasure in its wake. When he was finally deep inside
her, she wrapped her legs around him and held him tight.

Mike braced his hands on the table by her
head, leaned down and kissed her. It was a kiss filled with a slow
burning passion that quickly got out of control. He feasted on her
lips, as if only she could sustain him.