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 n
o 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.
He’d taught her so much since last night. The best lesson of all was that she should be proud of her body. It might not be model thin or perfect, but it was still beautiful. There was power in owning her sexuality and embracing it.
He tore his lips from hers and kissed his way down to her breasts, opening up enough buttons to expose them. She clutched at his hair when he licked one of her nipples before drawing it into his mouth to suck and tease. He hadn’t shaved this morning and the slight bristle of his beard added another layer of erotic stimulation to each caress.
He unlocked her legs from his waist and draped them over his shoulders. Each thrust seemed deeper and more powerful than the last.
Annabelle moved with him and set a rhythm she liked, and Mike let her. The smack of their skin as they thrust toward one another was the only noise besides the sound of their labored breathing.
Every muscle in his arms and chest were taut. He was straining with each stroke. She knew he had to be close. Her own body was screaming for release. He gripped her waist and quickened his pace. “Let go, baby. Let go.”
His urgency triggered her orgasm. She kept her eyes open, wanting to watch him come. The muscles in his neck and jaw tightened. He closed his eyes and tipped back his head on a roar. The shirt he wore was open, exposing sleek, hard muscle.
When it was over, he collapsed on top of her. She slipped her legs off his shoulders and let them dangle over the end of the table. His heart was pounding as fast as hers. She managed to find enough energy to caress his face before letting her hand fall back to the table with a thud.
Mike started to laugh. “What’s so funny?” Annabelle asked.
“We are.” Mike managed to raise his head from the cushion of her breasts. “You, Miss Annabelle, have been totally corrupted.”
She could only imagine how debauched they looked, both of them partially naked. She couldn’t help but grin. She was thoroughly corrupted, and she kinda liked it.
Mike braced himself against the table and slowly withdrew. He reached out and snagged some napkins off the table and used them to clean away all traces of their lovemaking from her.
Annabelle felt as limp as a noodle when he lifted her off the table and deposited her onto the bench seat. He strode to the garbage and disposed of the condom and the napkins. He hitched up his jeans and fastened them before returning to her.
She swiped her hair out of her face, straightened her glasses and leaned back against the seat. Mike shook his head as he walked back to the table and hunkered down next to where she sat. She could only imagine how she looked all flushed and mussed.
He tucked a long strand of hair behind her ear. “I don’t want you to ever think that I don’t want you. This is more than a one-night stan
d. Much more. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Annabelle was both scared and excited by the prospect. Mike turned her so she was facing him and buttoned her shirt, adjusting it until she was completely covered once again. She caught his hand and squeezed it. He dropped a kiss on her swollen lips.
“I understand.” She took a deep breath and then spoke again. “And thank you. It means more to me too.”
Mike’s stomach chose that moment to emit a huge growl. Annabelle looked at his abdomen and began to laugh. “We need to feed you to keep up your strength.” She started to get up from the table, but he stopped her.
“You just sit there and keep me company. It won’t take me long to get breakfast on the table.” She wanted to help but settled for simply watching him.
He scowled at the pan before scraping the now cold eggs into the garbage. The cold slices of toast followed. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out more eggs.
“You sure I can’t help?”
Mike winked at her. “Next time.”
He was an easy person just to be with. Once she decided to accept the fact he wanted to cook for her, she sat back and enjoyed it. “You sure you can handle it?” she teased.
“Behave or you won’t get any.”
She mimicked zipping her lips. He laughed and put more bread in the toaster.
When they finally sat down to a breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, orange juice and coffee, Annabelle was totally relaxed. All the unfamiliar activity and lack of sleep last night were catching up to her, and by the time they’d finished eating she was yawning. Mike had kept her up most of the night and she’d already had quite a workout this morning.
Mike tossed the dishes in the sink, and when Annabelle objected, he kissed her soundly, picked her up and carried her back up the stairs to bed. “You need a nap. We’ll do the dishes later.”
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