Free Uncovering Annabelle by N. J. Walters

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her head. She raised her arms to help him, and in less than a
second it was off. He tossed it aside and admired the long,
graceful line of her spine. Several short wisps of hair had escaped
her bun and skimmed her nape.
    He reached around Annabelle and cupped her
breasts through her sensible cotton bra. Annabelle was quite a
handful, and he had large hands. He molded the soft mounds and
gently teased her pert nipples between his thumbs and
forefingers.
    He wanted to learn how she liked to be
touched, what turned her on. Annabelle moaned and thrust her
breasts deeper into his palms. Her nipples puckered to sharp points
beneath the cotton. Mike took a chance and lightly increased the
pressure. Annabelle gasped and let her head fall back against his
chest. Her neck was too much of an enticement to ignore. He licked
her skin and savored the salty flavor before nibbling his way up to
her ear.
    The woman was pure temptation. There was no
guessing with Annabelle. Her responses were real and spontaneous.
She didn’t try to hide any of her reactions to his touch. It was a
huge turn-on.
    He glided his tongue over the curve of her
ear, tracing the delicate whorl. Annabelle was a moaner and her
cries got louder when he swirled his tongue inside her ear.
    His cock was hard as steel and throbbing for
release. He tried to ease some of the hunger by rubbing it against
her sweet little ass. That only made it worse. The friction from
their clothing pushed him closer to the edge. It would feel so damn
good when they were finally skin to skin.
    Annabelle’s hips started to undulate. He
pulled her even closer and ground his erection between the cleft of
her panty-clad behind. He kept his right hand on her breast, but
allowed his left one to slide down her belly. Her skin was soft and
pale, a contrast to his rougher and tanned skin. A reminder he was
bigger and stronger than she was. And she was his.
    His reaction was primitive as hell, but he
didn’t care. When Annabelle pushed back against him, he tortured
himself by sliding himself up and down her bottom. He was going to
burst out of his pants if he didn’t get them off soon.
    Her neck beckoned him again and he nipped a
path down her shoulder.
    But it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He
slipped his fingers past the waistband of her underwear until his
fingertips brushed against soft hair. He didn’t stop. He combed his
fingers through the tight curls on her mound in search of her
clitoris. He slid his index finger back and forth, lightly teasing
the tiny nub of nerves. “Open your legs and let me in.”
    Annabelle didn’t hesitate. She widened her
stance, and he immediately slid his middle finger straight inside
her. She gasped his name as tension gripped her entire body. Then
she began to move against his hand. She was wet and ready, her
arousal coating his fingers. It took all of his willpower not to
come there and then.
    He gritted his teeth so hard it was
surprising they didn’t crack. His jaw ached under the strain, but
he was determined. Annabelle had to come first. Once he took off
his pants, there would be no more foreplay. He wanted her hot and
ready for him.
    He pushed her closer to orgasm by paying
attention to her sweet moans and the reactions of her body and
discovering what she liked. He continued to play with her breasts
even as he kept thrusting his finger in and out of her slick, tight
channel. God, he wanted it to be his cock. “Let go and come for me,
sweetheart,” he commanded.
    Mike lightly bit the side of her neck. She
tensed, her entire body vibrating. She moaned and let her orgasm
take her. Her inner muscles rippled over his finger as he prolonged
her pleasure. She was so damn wet and more than ready to take
him.
    When her legs buckled, he caught her.
“You’re so sexy.” With some reluctance Mike slid his fingers out of
her panties and hugged her from behind. That had been intense and
neither one of them was naked. He was still fully dressed and
Annabelle