Uncovering Annabelle

by N. J. Walters

She didn’t think it could get any better. Then Mike used his foot to set the swing swaying.

  As he pushed the swing forward he pulled her to him. The momentum drove him deep. Annabelle was open and vulnerable as she hung on to Mike’s shoulders for support. He held her as they swung back, easing her away the slightest bit, and then pulled her harder against him as the swing moved forward again.

  Annabelle felt wild and totally free for the first time in her life. The bond she shared with Mike enabled her to let go of all inhibitions and just explore every aspect of herself. Sitting naked on Mike’s lap, making love in the back garden and on a swing, no less, she should have felt vulnerable. Instead, she felt powerful and sexual. It was intoxicating.

  Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she slid up and down his penis. Her inner muscles clamped down hard on him as her own climax built. Mike’s grip tightened when she reached her peak. Annabelle screamed as her climax washed over her like a tsunami. Wave after wave of pleasure swamped her.

  Mike continued to swing, prolonging her orgasm. Finally, he gave one final push and joined her. His cock swelled and rippled and the warmth of his ejaculation spilled inside her. It gave her a moment’s pause that they hadn’t used a condom. Strangely enough, the thought of having Mike’s baby didn’t bother her at all. In fact, Annabelle was quite proud of the fact that she had caused Mike to lose all control.

  She slumped forward and rested against Mike, her head pillowed on his shoulder. He held her close, lightly running his hands over her back and around her naked bottom. Contented, they rocked slowly back and forth on the swing for a long while before Mike finally brought them to a halt.

  “That was incredible.” Mike tenderly kissed her forehead. “You’re a wild woman, Annabelle.”

  “Only with you.” The pounding of her heart gradually slowed back to normal. The breeze seemed cooler now and was a welcome respite against her overheated body. She was in no hurry to move. “I’m glad you don’t have neighbors.”

  Mike burst into laughter. She tried to act disgruntled, but his humor was infectious. It was a release of a whole other kind to be able to laugh with Mike. They were both sweaty and sticky from their lovemaking, but Annabelle felt no pressing need to rush inside and clean up. She felt natural and more comfortable than she could have ever imagined.

  “Marry me.” His previous laughter was gone, and Mike was suddenly very serious. “Share my life with me.”

  Annabelle was stunned by his proposal. She sat back on his lap so she could see his face and was startled when she felt his growing erection flex against her belly.

  He gave her a boyish grin. “You do that to me, honey.”

  “You really want me to marry you?” Annabelle wanted to make sure she’d heard him correctly.

  “Yeah, I really do.” He watched her, waiting patiently for her reply. “I know it seems quick, but I know what I want.”

  The smile started deep within Annabelle. A warm feeling expanded from her heart, swelling until it filled every inch of her. She knew it was love, love for this man.

  Her mind argued that they hadn’t known one another long enough, but her heart, her heart knew there was only one possible answer. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

  His lips curved up in a slow, sexy smile that made her toes curl. “I’ll make you happy,” he promised. She didn’t doubt him or his commitment. He kissed her then, and it was full of tenderness and promise.

  “I know you will,” she whispered against his lips.

  Before she knew what he intended, Mike slipped inside her and the swing started to rock once again. The thought crossed her mind that she’d answered the question she’d wondered about earlier. He certainly hadn’t been wearing any underwear.

  Then she was too busy making love with Mike to think at all.

  Chapter Twelve

  “I heard you were hot.” The familiar voice was male, deep, and husky.

  Annabelle turned from where she’d been returning books to the reference section before she left for the evening. She raised her eyebrows and gave him what she hoped was a haughty stare. “You shouldn’t be here. The library closed five minutes ago.” It was delivered in her best librarian’s voice, but instead of leaving, he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the shelf at the end of the aisle.

  She gave an inward sigh. She’d known it wouldn’t work, but still she’d had to try. Laughter twinkled in his brown eyes as he waited for her next move. And she knew better than anyone just how patient he could be when he set his mind to it. He was amused and making no effort to hide it.

  She didn’t care. He was sexy and hot and made her heart speed up every time she looked at him. He was the man of any woman’s dreams, but especially of hers. He was tall, with a strong face and a nose that had been broken during a fistfight when he was a boy. It had a little bump in the center that always made her want to kiss that spot every time she saw him. His rich brown hair was kept tied back, except when he was relaxing at home. Then it was wild and free. Her fingers itched to release it from its confines.

  And his body, oh, how she loved his body! The arms crossed over his chest, bulged with muscles even when he was at rest, as he was now. His shoulders looked a mile wide and his chest was ripped beneath his shirt. Jeans covered legs that were long and sturdy.

  Just looking at him made her ache with need and raised her body temperature several degrees. The sensible denim dress she’d worn to work this morning suddenly seemed way too warm. Maybe, she mused, the air-conditioning was faulty. But she knew better. It was him.

  “Like what you see?” His voice sent shivers down her spine.

  It was a tone she knew well. Her body reacted immediately and she could feel the moisture gathering between her legs. Her dress felt tight and her breasts heavy. Trying to act nonchalant, she shrugged and returned her gaze to his face.

  “You can’t fool me, Mrs. Sloan. I not only heard you were hot, I know you are.” Pushing away from the shelf, he slowly stalked down the aisle toward her. He was a male animal who had scented prey and knew that there was no reason to hurry the hunt.

  Annabelle, however, was no easy prey. “Stop right there.” She held out her hand for emphasis. He stopped, but the look in his eyes was one of a man who was sure he would have the prize. Maybe he would, but it would be her victory as well.

  She reached up to the back of her head and started pulling out the pins that held her hair in their customary bun. The heavy tresses fell to her waist, and she smiled as his nostrils flared in response. She tossed the pins next to a book about the mating habits of wild animals. Laughing out loud, she ran her fingers through her hair. Then she carefully removed her glasses and placed them on the shelf next to the pins.

  Suddenly, she was glad she wore this dress today. It was a light denim dress, but it had buttons from hem to neckline. Her fingers slipped one button from its hole. Then another. And another. She took her time, teasing them both and drawing out the pleasure.

  He watched her fingers as they moved leisurely down the front of her body. His hot gaze made her feel as if she was already naked. When the last button was undone, she slipped the dress off her shoulders. It pooled around her feet, and she kicked it aside. Then she slipped out of her shoes and nudged them after the dress. Dressed only in her underwear, she faced him proudly.

  She was glad that she’d chosen to wear some of her new lingerie this morning. She’d accumulated quite a collection over the past few months. This set was new, a little something she’d picked up on her last shopping trip. Mike had left early this morning for a meeting before she’d been out of bed. He hadn’t seen it yet.

  The pale lavender bra was constructed out of a stretchy lace fabric and underwire. It lifted and separated, showcasing her breasts to their best advantage. It was paired with a matching thong. She knew he could see her dark curls beneath the lavender lace, so she ran her fingers along the thin straps at her hips to draw attention to that fact.

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  Mike knew he must look like an idiot standing there with his mouth hanging open. He’d wanted to surprise Annabelle by coming by to pick her up. Instead, she was the one surprising him. They’d been married a few months now, but his sex drive showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon. And why would it with a wife as hot and sexy as Annabelle.

  The fancy underwear was new. He heartily approved. And so did his dick, which had come to attention the second she’d slipped off her dress.

  He swallowed hard, opened his mouth, and then closed it again. Clearing his throat, he tried again. “Annabelle…” He trailed off.

  “You heard right.” She ran her hands up over her sides and cupped her breasts, running her thumbs over the tights nubs. “I am hot.” Sauntering a little closer, she lowered her voice to a sultry whisper. “I think you’re man enough to handle me.”

  “You’re damn right I am.” Advancing forward, he tore his white T-shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. He didn’t slow until he was standing right in front of her.

  He towered over her, but knew she wasn’t the least bit intimidated. No, the little minx looked pleased with herself. She gave him a sultry smile and ran her fingers over his chest, taunting the savage beast that lurked beneath the man.

  Trapping her hands against his chest, he scowled down at her. “I’m the only man who is ever going to handle you.” It was shocking how possessive he felt about his wife. Annabelle was hot and sexy and all his. No one else realized that a temptress lay beneath her long skirts and respectable dresses. And he planned to keep it that way.

  She nodded and gave him the reassurance he needed. “Only you. You’re all I ever wanted and you’re all mine.” Her smile turned into a scowl. “And I’m the only woman you’ll ever need.”

  He liked that she was as possessive of him as he was of her. “You got that right.” Raising her hands to his mouth, he kissed all of her knuckles, one by one, before dropping her hands and taking a step back.

  “Let me look at you.” He used more than his eyes to “look” at her. He couldn’t keep his hands off her. His large, rough hands covered her lace-covered breasts, weighing them in his palms. It made him very aware of the differences between them. Annabelle was smaller than him, her skin softer and smoother.

  “God, I love your breasts.” He bent and took a lace-covered nipple into his mouth. He stroked it with his tongue until he was satisfied that the nipple was as hard as it could be, and then he gently worked it with his teeth.

  Annabelle dug her fingers into his hair and clasped his head against her chest. He loved the way she wasn’t afraid to show him what she wanted. Hell, he loved it when she got demanding in bed.

  He knew what pleased her and nibbled and lapped at the turgid bud. Her moan of pleasure was music to his ears but it wasn’t enough. He wanted her even hotter.

  He traced the band of the miniscule panties she was wearing. They didn’t hide a damn thing, more of an enticement than an impediment. He stroked his hands around and almost lost his mind when he encountered only bare flesh. She was wearing a thong, had been wearing it all day under her prim denim dress.

  If he’d known, there would have been no way he could have stayed away from her all day.

  He turned his attention back to the front of the panties. The lacy triangle covered but really didn’t conceal her pubic hair. He slid his fingers beneath the fabric and combed his fingers through the curls there, feeling the dampness from her arousal. He pulled his fingers out of her panties and brought them to his nose and sniffed. “You smell hot.”

  She reached down between them and traced the hard ridge of his arousal. His balls jerked and pulled tight. “You feel hot,” she teased. She wrapped her palm around him, through his jeans, testing his readiness. She should know by now he was always ready.

  “You’re asking for trouble,” he warned, even as he pushed his erection harder against her hand.

  “Maybe I want it,” she taunted, squeezing harder.

  She was about to get more than she bargained for. Mike ripped opened his jeans and thrust aside his underwear just enough to release his penis. It was large, thick, and throbbing. He pushed her back against a bookshelf, reached down and grabbed one of her legs and hooked it over his hip. Impatient to be inside her, he shoved the thong to one side and guided his cock into her waiting wetness.

  Her inner muscles squeezed him tight as he entered. Even though she was aroused, it was a tight fit. She flexed her hips slightly and he sank deeper. She fit him as snugly as a wet leather glove. He grabbed her bare ass and ground his pelvis against hers. She made one of those little cries of pleasure that he loved so much. He buried his face against her neck and took a deep breath, struggling for control.

  • • •

  Annabelle felt Mike tense and knew he was trying to rein himself in. That wasn’t what she wanted, what she needed. “Fuck me,” she whispered in his ear, a command.

  He jerked his head back. She could tell she’d shocked him with her demand. She flexed her hips again and he groaned. His shaft pulsed hard and hot.

  “Hold on tight,” he ordered. She gripped his wide shoulders and hung on. Using his hold on her ass for leverage, he plunged in and out, doing as she’d demanded.

  She hooked her leg as high as she could over his hip and urged him on. “Harder.” She flexed her hips to meet him. He worked her up and down his penis, his fingers digging into her behind.

  Suddenly, he banded one arm around her waist and wedged one hand between them. His fingers sought and found the front of the lacy thong and he rubbed her clitoris through the lace. The rough fabric and his finger stimulated the sensitive nub even as he continued to thrust.

  Annabelle reached up and gripped the edge of the shelf above her with one hand and grasped his shoulder with the other. Several books tumbled to the floor as her body was rocked hard against the bookcase.

  His pelvis ground against hers as he took her fast and hard. He pressed one of his fingers against her clitoris and she came apart in his arms. Convulsing, she let go and let her orgasm wash over her. He followed close behind her.

  Mike stiffened, but didn’t stop thrusting until the last tremor of her orgasm ceased. Her hand dropped from the shelf and her leg slipped from his hip. He caught her as she fell forward.

  “I love you, Mike.” She nuzzled his chest and allowed herself to sink into his warmth. She’d worried that after they’d gotten married the intensity and frequency of their lovemaking would taper off. If anything, it had increased.

  “Love you too.” He absently kissed the top of her head while his hands soothed her tired body.

  “Hey, anybody up there?” The voice came from below, shattering the intensely intimate moment.

  “Oh, my god,” Annabelle whispered in shock. “It’s Mr. Keats.” What was he doing here? Had he heard them? She tried to pull away, but Mike held her tight, refusing to let her move.

  “It’s Mike,” he called out.

  “Is Annabelle up there with you?” The disembodied voice floated up from the bottom of the stairs.

  “Yeah, I’m just waiting for her to finish up so I can take her home.” He pinched her bottom and nipped at her neck.

  She squeaked, unable to stop herself. She’d never made a sound like that in her life. She was going to kill him when this was over.

  “Are you sure everything is all right?” The voice sounded a little closer.

  Panicked, Annabelle took charge of the situation. “Everything is fine, Mr. Keats.” She took a deep breath and continued. “I’ll be a little longer, just make sure the door is locked behind you, and Mike and I will turn off all the lights when we leave.”

  “Have a good evening.” His tone now sounded more amused than worried.

  “Good night, Harold,” they both replied in tandem. Then they held their breath until they heard the sound of the front door closing.

  Slumping against him in relief, she mocked her husband. “I’m waiting for her to finish
up. I’ll finish you, all right.” She made good on her threat by using her secret weapon. She tickled his sides.

  “No,” he yelled, but it was too late. She attacked his sides and was ruthless until he dissolved into laughter. He fell to the floor, pulling her down with him. He retaliated by tickling her until they were both rolling around laughing.

  She tried to muffle her shrieks against his chest but failed miserably. She should have known better than to think she could win a tickling match against him. They finally stopped, exhausted from their lovemaking and their play.

  Annabelle had ended up sprawled on top of Mike. It was an extremely cozy position. “Do you give up?” Propping herself up on his chest, she peered down at him, awaiting his surrender.

  “I gave up months ago.” He hooked a long tress of her hair behind her ear. “And I’m glad I did.” The look on his face was one of a man very satisfied and content with his life.

  “I’m glad too.” Annabelle placed her head on his chest and listened to the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat.

  • • •

  She didn’t know how much time had passed before he roused her. “We better get out of here before someone sees the lights on and decides to investigate.” He sat up, taking her with him. He cajoled her off his lap and leaned her against a shelf so she wouldn’t slide back to the floor.

  He pushed to his feet and zipped his jeans. He looked hot wearing nothing but jeans and his steel-toed boots. He caught her staring and grinned. “You’re a dangerous woman, Mrs. Sloan.”

  “And don’t you forget it.”

  “Never,” he promised. He snatched up his T-shirt, pulled it over his head and tucked it into his jeans. He ran his hands through his hair, which had come loose during their vigorous lovemaking.

  Annabelle was content to simply sit there and watch him. She could only imagine the picture she made, sitting in only a thong with her hair falling down around her.