Humping Her Hero

by Emmaline Wade

  John glanced at his brother to make sure the man was serious. “Do you think so?”

  “You’re an awfully intelligent detective, John. You can solve about any crime imaginable, but your experience with women is well…you know.”

  “Dead bodies are easier to understand than women.”

  “And that’s why you’re not married,” Sam replied as he sadly shook his head in bafflement. “Why don’t you ask Annie out?”

  “You mean like on a date?”

  “That’s generally what it’s called when two people go out somewhere and spend a little time together.”

  John remained silent and thought for a moment. He needed time to understand the dynamics concerning the caring redhead.

  Sam pressed again. “There’s an art exhibit at The Hardin for the next few weeks. Maybe Annie would enjoy that.”

  John remembered the exquisite and detailed paintings in Annie’s apartment. “Annie must enjoy art. She’s got some wonderful paintings in her apartment.”

  “Did Annie paint them?”

  John had wondered the same thing the other night. “I’m not sure, I didn’t ask her.”

  “You ask people questions for a living.”

  John nodded his head in agreement. “The thought did cross my mind and there weren’t any names on the paintings. I’ll ask her some other time. The paintings were exceptional though.”

  Sam glanced at the older man. “I thought you said Annie was a finance geek.”

  “I did a background check on her entire family and Annie, but nothing surfaced about art school.”

  “Ask her to the art show the next time you see her,” Sam pressed.

  Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Sam bounded to his feet to answer it. John was taking another bite from his muffin when he saw Annie Perry walk through the entry way and into the living room. The cop had not expected to see Annie and swore as he got to his feet.

  Annie eyed the shirtless man standing near the sofa, clad in only a pair of worn denim jeans. Annie’s gaze immediately focused on John’s abdomen where the bruises and stitches were easily visible. John noticed Annie’s gaze and looked around the room for a t-shirt.

  Annie nervously wet her lips and mentally called herself an idiot at interrupting the Connell brothers this morning. “I, ah, forgot my purse here and, ah-”

  “Come on, in.” John eagerly nodded his head in his brother’s direction and Sam excused himself and walked downstairs, leaving the pair alone. John was grateful for the privacy.

  Annie could not help but stare at John’s muscular torso and watched as the masculine man scratched his chest. Annie wondered what it would feel like to run her fingers through the coarse hair, and mentally told herself to stop daydreaming about John Connell. There was no way that John Connell was interested in her…and she just had to accept that horrible fact.

  John noticed that Annie continued to gaze at him and he wished again that he had put a shirt on. She was obviously offended by the scars on his body and John felt the need to cover himself. He walked toward a white basket of clean clothes and located an old gray t-shirt. Annie watched as John put a t-shirt on, but still fantasized about running her fingers through his dark, manly chest hair.

  John stepped closer to Annie. “I can help you locate your purse.”

  Annie smiled her thanks and clasped her hands in front of her body. “I, ah, sorry about having to come back here. You must think I’m a nuisance.”

  John thought no such thing. “On the contrary. I find you very intelligent and enjoyable to be around.”

  For a moment Annie stared at John, uncertain of what to say. “I saw the stitches on your abdomen. Is everything healing okay?”

  Now John understood Annie’s reaction to his torso. She was not upset at all about his body and sincerely wanted to know if he was recuperating instead.

  “Do you always feel that you need to check on me?”

  Because John was smiling at her, Annie knew that he was teasing. She answered him honestly. “Yes. If I call the doctor, would he say that you’re healing okay?”

  John ran a hand through his short dark brown hair. He slowly ambled his way closer toward Annie and stopped inches in front of her. John leaned forward and kissed Annie sincerely on the forehead. “I’m healing just fine, Annie.”

  With emotions clogged tightly in her throat, Annie nodded. She wanted so desperately to wrap her arms around John, but knew she couldn’t. Or could she? With an extra dose of female confidence, Annie leaned toward John, stood on tiptoe, and brushed her lips against his. That was all it took for John. He immediately wrapped his arms around her thin frame and pulled her closer to his body. Annie could only murmur in complete and utter bliss as they continued to passionately kiss. A certain zinging sensation began to pulse through Annie’s body, as she felt secure and cherished. Annie wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled John closer to her, never wanting this moment to stop.

  John attacked Annie’s mouth as if he was a dying man and this was his last wish. Never before had he felt such a strong desire and need for a woman. He briefly tore his mouth from Annie and began to plant kisses on her vulnerable, soft neck. “If you want to stop you have to tell me now.”

  Touched by his words, Annie’s head was reeling with excitement. She clutched this torso tighter. “Please don’t stop.”

  John ran his strong hands across Annie’s back and she sighed in utter pleasure. “You’re sure?”

  Annie nodded her head, nearly unable to speak. “I’m sure. Please make love to me, John.”

  That was all the encouragement that John needed. Between kisses and laughter, they made their way together to John’s bedroom. Annie briefly glanced around the masculine setting and smiled to herself. The walls were painted white and there were only two dressers and a nightstand in the medium sized room. A large bed was located in the center that contained a dark blue comforter. John kicked the door shut and walked toward Annie. His eyes were full of passion and Annie had never felt more alive in her entire life.

  Words were unnecessary as John bent his head and placed his lips over Annie’s eager mouth. The heat of the contact made Annie’s heart sizzle and thump loudly in her chest. As if sensing her mood, John tenderly placed his hand over Annie’s heart. Annie was certain that he knew her feelings.

  “John, I, ah…haven’t done this in a long time,” Annie whispered as John skillfully began to unzip the back of her dress.

  John turned his attention to Annie and locked his eyes with hers. She licked her lower lip and John knew what Annie was communicating. John knew that Annie would never sleep with him unless she deeply cared about him.

  “I’ll be tender and if you say ‘stop’, then we stop,” John assured her as he helped Annie out of her dress. John let the garment drop to the floor and sucked in a deep breath of air as he saw Annie standing before him in her pink bra and matching thong.

  Annie saw the approval on John’s face and her confidence soared higher. With a sexy smile on her beautiful face, Annie stepped toward John and gathered his t-shirt in her hands. Clothes were quickly discarded and soon the pair was lying on the large bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. Heat continued to pulsate through the couple as John quickly set out to kiss nearly every inch of Annie’s body.

  The young woman placed her hands on John’s shoulders and sighed contently. Nearly on fire, Annie smiled when John rid her of the pink thong and threw the small garment across the room. She gasped when he placed his lips on her feminine folds. Annie clutched his shoulders tighter as she withered in delight. She felt his muscles bunch and shift against her touch. It felt so incredibly intimate….

  “John!”

  Tortuous minutes ticked by as John skillfully lapped at her womanhood. Over and over again, John expertly stroked her with his tongue. Every now and then…when Annie was near the brink of a massive orgasm, John would gently push a finger inside the tight pussy…causing Annie to cry out in sheer ecstasy.


  The exquisite lovemaking was going on….and on….and on. Annie withered in absolute joy. John was so tender…so loving….so very, very incredible…..”John!”

  Annie roiled in pure pleasure. With her eyes closed, Annie blindly reached to touch John….and then she felt his hands pin her wrists to the bed…as his mouth continued to ravage her most intimate parts. Their lovemaking was so intimate….so passionate…so poetic.

  “John!”

  The man took another ounce of delight as he licked Annie’s feminine folds another few seconds before he lifted his head and said, “Just another few minutes….I haven’t gotten my fill of you yet. You taste so damn good.”

  Annie could not speak. The sensation was too much. Finally, she managed to mumble, “Okay….oh….right there!”

  The sheer momentum of utter joy began to crash through Annie, like a feeing she had never experienced before. With her fingers intertwining with John’s, she moaned in magical elation as John continued paying critical attention to the most delicate part of her soul. Her eyes were still closed as the waves of love pulsated through her.

  Suddenly, without warning, John lifted his head. Annie opened her eyes….and they connected. Annie stared at John with absolute bewilderment. “I….ah, didn’t know it….could be like this….”

  “We’re just getting started,” John whispered before be kissed the sweet spot with the small amount of pubic hair. He then took another few precious minutes to kiss and linger around her center core and nibble near her pretty hip bones. “You’re absolutely perfect, Annie.”

  Because no one had ever told Annie that before, she lingered on John’s words. She felt his love for her. Before Annie could catch her breath, John etched his way toward the nightstand. She marveled when he slid a condom on his erect manhood. Never before had Annie been so intimate with a man. There were no doubts about having John as a lover…this was meant to be.

  Seconds later, John positioned between her legs. It felt so right that he was about to make tender love with her. With a look of pure love on his face, John entered her. Annie cried out in ecstasy as John thrust inside her. The potent thrill of pleasure was so completely right.

  “John! Oh, John….”

  Tender eyes peered at the young woman. “Are you okay, Annie?”

  Sighing in pure arousal, Annie nodded her head and ran her hands over John’s back. His body was hard and fit, his arms muscular and Annie wondered if John lifted weights or boxed in his spare time. For a brief moment, Annie realized that she really did not know much about John Connell, and she pushed that dark thought out of her mind. There would be plenty of time to learn about each other later, Annie assured herself.

  “I’m magnificent, John. Absolutely magnificent,” Annie assured her new lover and watched him grin with pure masculine pride. John continued to thrust in and out of her, and it wasn’t long before Annie cried out in pleasure…..again and again.

  6

  John nuzzled Annie’s pert breasts as his hands and mouth explored the delicate flesh. “I’m happy you forgot your purse.”

  Annie tilted her head on the pillow and laughed. She massaged John’s back as he continued to pay attention to every delightful part of her body. Never before had Annie imagined John to be so utterly caring and attentive. It was like they were in their own private universe and completely lost in each other.

  “I’m happy too,” Annie assured him. “Actually I’m beyond happy.”

  John gently rubbed Annie’s breasts and grinned. “No doubts going through your mind right now?”

  Annie sucked in a breath of air and locked her green eyes on John. He communicated so much in so few words.

  “How do you do that? It’s like you know exactly what I’m thinking sometimes,” Annie marveled in complete amazement.

  “I have to be able to read people, sweetheart. It’s part of my job.”

  Touched by the term of endearment, Annie pulled John closer to her. He repositioned himself on the wide bed and gathered Annie in his strong embrace.

  “I have absolutely no regrets. Except….”

  John gazed at the young woman in his arms and wondered how on earth he had gotten so lucky to have Annie Perry by his side. “Except…”

  “I should have worn the candy bra and panties for you,” Annie giggled. John chuckled and kissed Annie on the lips.

  “Next time you can model that for me,” John assured her and ran his arms across her delicate back.

  “Is there anything you’d like to know about me, Annie?”

  Annie leaned back in John’s arms and peered into the man’s intense gaze. “It occurred to me that I’ve made love with you and I don’t even know how you take your coffee.”

  John gathered Annie closer and kissed her forehead. “I’m in my mid thirties and possibly too old for you. I play poker fairly well, but know my limits. I live above a bar with my younger brother, and I enjoy my job.”

  Annie digested the information and playfully ran her hand over John’s taut bottom. “You’re very fit. Do you work out in a gym or-”

  “I kick box at Sal’s Gym on 22nd street.”

  “Kick box? Would you mind if I watched you sometime?” There was a slight moment of indecision, enough for John to notice.

  “Why the hesitation in asking me that?”

  With a sense of warmth still tingling within her, Annie shifted her right leg between John’s. The contrast of her smooth skin against his masculine body made her grin. “It’s nothing,” Annie murmured, hoping John would not mention it again.

  She felt his hands slowly massage her back. “You’re wondering about where we go from here.” The words were more of a statement than an actual question. Looking into his eyes, Annie slowly nodded her head in confirmation.

  “I’m kind of new to all of this….,” Annie whispered. “And how are you feeling? It appears your wounds are healing, but …ah, should we have…you know…waited to make love?”

  That made John chuckle. “Sweetheart, I couldn’t have waited, even if I had wanted to. You cast a pretty potent spell on me.”

  “Seriously?” With a proud smirk on her lips, Annie ran her hand over John’s back, savoring this intimate moment. “You were thinking of making love to me…before I arrived this morning?”

  “I first thought of making love to you when you arrived in the hospital room checking on me,” John said. His eyes bore into hers and for a moment he wondered if Annie wondered just how important she had become in his life. She probably didn’t and John was not about to tell her now. It would be too much…too soon.

  “Oh, that is so sweet of you to say,” Annie managed to sputter, past the lump in her throat. Her heart constricted with love. “I wanted so badly to kiss you that day.”

  “I wanted to do more than just kiss.”

  “John!” Annie playfully pinched his torso. This aftermath of making love was beyond incredible. Right now, Annie wanted to treasure these sincere moment. “And how are you feeling?”

  “I’m fine, sweetheart,” John said. “I’m actually back on full duty.”

  There was shiver that coursed through Annie. “Please be careful.”

  He lightly swatted her bare fanny. “What’s your story?”

  Bright green eyes peered at the tough law enforcement officer. “What can you tell about me, Mister Detective?”

  John lazily ran a finger down Annie’s cheek and kissed her on the lips. He peered at her for a moment and then became serious. “I think you’re a very intelligent woman. You work at the Perry Financial House and have to prove yourself on a daily basis because you’re Milton’s daughter. Although, you do your job well, your heart is not in it. Your real passion is painting. The pictures in your apartment are your paintings and masterpieces.”

  John took a moment when he felt Annie shift in his arms. He continued by adding, “I think you’re a very caring individual because I see how you interact with your family. You don’t date much and it’s not because you don’t get as
ked out, you’re simply shy around the opposite sex. Finally, you never would have slept with me if you didn’t care about me. You are very much a lady, Annie Perry.”

  Annie tightened her arms around John’s torso and gently ran her fingertips across his solid chest. “Very accurate, detective, but do you know how I take my coffee?”

  John laughed and felt completely at ease. “That information you’ll have to tell me.”

  Over the next few hours, John and Annie made love again. Afterward they had taken a shower together, gotten dressed, and now Annie was reaching for plates in the kitchen cupboard. They had ordered food from the pub downstairs. Moments later there was knock on the apartment door. Soon John was entering the kitchen. Annie was pleasantly surprised by the variety of options on the large serving tray. Annie noticed John’s bewildered expression.

  “Is everything okay?”

  John placed the large tray of food on the countertop and shook his head. “I have a very nosy staff downstairs.”

  Annie grinned and shook her head. “They were all very kind when I arrived earlier with the pastries.”

  John lightly smacked Annie on the fanny and kissed her cheek. “That’s because they want dirt. They’re trying to figure out how a beautiful and talented woman, such as yourself, spent the day with me.”

  Annie enjoyed John’s praise and wrapped her arms around his torso. “You know the answer to that.”

  “I do.” John peered closely at his lover. He was surprised just how much he enjoyed touching her. It was at this moment, that he realized that he had been there for Annie….touching her, listening to her and loving her. There was a certain enchanted aura about Annie. Just being in her presence made him a better person….and John realized that. “Will you do me a favor?”

  Surprised by the request, Annie eyed the man she had fallen in love with. “Of course, I’ll do you a favor. What were you thinking?”

  John ran his arms down Annie’s back. The touch was tantalizing. “Will you paint me a picture?”

  With unexpected emotions coursing through Annie’s soul, she numbly nodded her head. No one had ever believed in her artistic ability as much as John Connell obviously did. Before Annie could contain her emotions, a shrill alarm burst through the air. John swore and walked toward the other side of the kitchen. He located his police pager and responded to the dispatcher.