25. 25
Hayes
Now
“ I like the way you think, Jeopardy. Never fear, you’ll be getting a full tour of the bedroom later.”
Slipping my hand in hers, I pull her down the stairs, winding our way through the living room, grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch, and through the kitchen to the door at the rear of the house. Removing one of my jackets from the coat hooks, I slide it over Annabelle’s shoulders.
My jacket engulfs her frame, but she looks damn sexy wearing it.
After I don a jacket of my own, I take her hand. With a flashlight to guide our steps, we follow the pathway leading out to the firepit. It’s set back from the house. We walk without conversation, the silence absolute except for the wind whistling through the trees and an occasional animal call.
“It’s so peaceful,” Annabelle whispers.
“It is. I love it.”
There are ten Adirondack chairs arranged in a circle around the firepit, and I drop onto the nearest one, pulling Annabelle onto my lap.
Arranging the blanket over us, she reclines on me, her head settling into the crook of my neck.
Since it’s just us, I didn’t light the firepit tonight, which works in my favor for stargazing.
“Look up.”
The earlier cloud coverage has dissipated, allowing the stars to light up the inky night sky, glistening like diamonds amidst the midnight hues. Some are bright and bold, demanding our attention, whereas other stars are small and dainty, sparkling little pinpricks of light.
“It’s gorgeous,” she breathes out in awe. “You can’t see anything like this in the city.”
“No, light pollution from the city obscures the stars.”
Pointing her finger, she traces a line through the sky and asks, “Is that the Big Dipper?”
“Yeah, it is.” Taking her hand, I reposition her finger to the north and a bit to the right of the Big Dipper’s handle. “See that bright star? That’s Polaris.”
“Also known as the North Star.”
“Yep.” Drawing her finger to the left, I explain, “The North Star makes up the end of the handle of the Little Dipper. See it?”
We sit curled together, taking turns pointing out constellations and talking, until Annabelle begins to shiver. Standing, I pull her to her feet. “Let’s get you inside and warmed up, City Girl.”
“I have an idea of how you can warm me up. "
As soon as we step inside the house, I kiss Annabelle like my life depends on it.
Her pillowy lips meet mine with an eagerness that excites me, and when she lets out a quiet moan, I slip my tongue into her mouth.
With one hand on the nape of her neck, I cradle her head while my other hand slides down her back and onto her butt, molding her body to mine.
Annabelle’s hands skate under my shirt and across my abdomen.
Her touch is so light it feels like feathers and sends tremors down my spine.
Releasing a low groan, I dust the column of her neck with my lips, followed by my tongue.
I can feel the hopping of her pulse under my mouth, and I can hear her breathing become more erratic as she melts into my touch.
I take my time kissing her, caressing her body. I let my fingers and my lips linger, savoring each touch. When we were intimate at Tank’s, we knew it was a one-night stand, so there was a frenetic energy and a fevered pace to our sex.
But tonight, I won’t rush.
I want to make love to the woman I love.
After removing our jackets, I run my hands down her bare arms, where goosebumps coat her skin. Sweeping an arm under her knees, I carry Annabelle straight into the bedroom.
Tossing her onto the bed, she lands with a bounce and a smile. I turn to close and lock the door behind us. I’ve never had sex with children sleeping down the hall, but I do not want one of them walking in as I ravage their mother.
I open the middle drawer of my nightstand and toss a string of condoms onto the bed.
"We don't… we don't need those if you're okay without them."
I still. "Are you sure, Yankee? I'm clean. I was tested as soon as I found you again. "
"I'm sure. I'm on birth control, and… I want to feel you without anything between us."
Propped up on her elbows, Annabelle watches me with luminous, lust-filled eyes as I stand before her.
Starting at her feet, I slip off her shoes and socks.
Then my hands move to her waist, where I gently peel off her yoga pants, inch by inch, as my mouth follows behind my hands with light kisses.
My touch causes her eyes to close, her head to fall back, and her body to squirm.
When her pants are gone, I crawl up the bed, settling my knees on each side of her hips.
Bringing her into a sitting position, I reach for the bottom hem of her T-shirt and lift it over her head.
Clad only in a lacy bra and panties, my eyes rove over her body, the swell of her breasts grabbing my attention. Bowing my head, I lick along the lace before sucking one of her rosy nipples into my mouth. The lace feels harsh against my tongue, a stark contrast to the softness of her skin.
Annabelle’s breathing grows more labored.
We haven’t spoken a word since we entered the bedroom, but my body remembers what she likes.
Somehow, our silence makes what’s happening between us even more intimate.
Impatiently, she reaches around her back, unclasping her bra and slinging it across the room before tearing off my shirt.
Her eyes flare, and her fingers tremble as she wordlessly traces the tattoo inked over my heart. I’ve got plenty of tattoos, but this one is a new addition. One I didn’t have when we spent the night together at Tank’s.
“It’s…” She swallows hard, her eyes traveling to mine. “It’s a sunflower.”
“Couldn’t get your sunflower eyes out of my head, so I put a permanent reminder of them on my skin.”
"When? Was it recently?"
"Right after the night we met."
“You… you've had this for over a year?” Her voice breaks on a breath, eyes glassy as she stares at the mark I made just for her. "Shit, Hayes."
Then she pulls me down on top of her, holding me close. The feeling of being skin-to-skin is exquisite, my hard lines meeting with her soft curves. Like yin and yang, we fit together perfectly.
Her hands move across my body, never stopping in one spot long before moving to the next spot. The nape of my neck, my collarbone, my chest, my abs, my biceps. As if she’s familiarizing herself with my body again.
When her fingers flutter to the button of my jeans, I push up onto my elbows to allow her room to unbutton and unzip them.
I sigh with pleasure when she pushes my jeans down my hips and I kick them off, glad to have one less barrier between us.
Nestling myself between her legs, I continue to caress and fondle her breasts and nipples as she writhes under me.
When she wraps her legs around my waist and she grinds against my erection, I groan.
If she keeps moving like that, I might come in my boxer briefs like a kid watching his first porno.
I roll us over so that she’s on top of me.
Looking at her as she sits atop me, I’m overcome with emotion.
Annabelle’s cheeks are flushed, and her lips are slightly swollen.
Her golden hair cascades around her face as she leans forward, drawing her fingernails down my chest, pain mixing with pleasure.
Her nearly naked body moves down mine as she takes off my boxers and then her panties.
“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous, Annabelle.”
Crawling up my legs, she kneels between my parted thighs.
“What are you doing, Yankee?”
“Seems like a dumb question to ask when the answer should be obvious,” she murmurs, taking my cock in her hand, squeezing gently as she lowers her mouth to lick the slit where a pearl of pre-cum glistens.
“Fuck, Annabelle,” I groan.
She slides her lips around my dick, sucking me into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat. She makes a little gagging noise as she pulls back, drool escaping from the corner of her lips. Annabelle swirls her tongue under the sensitive ridge before diving back down, swallowing my cock.
My hand glides into her hair, pushing and pulling, guiding her movements. “Tap my leg if it gets too much, okay?”
In response, she hums around my cock; the vibrations rocket through me as she slurps and suctions. With her hand, she twists up and down my length, applying just enough pressure to make me squirm. Then she fondles my balls, tugging them, and my hips rise off the bed as I groan in ecstasy.
My head lolls back onto the pillow as I watch Annabelle bob her head, feasting upon my cock.
She’s my fucking fantasy come to life.
She pushes me deeper down her throat as her tongue laps and I barely withhold a roar at the sensation. I clutch the strands of her hair, pulling her mouth down as she moans around me.
Sliding my hand from her hair, I caress her cheek and coo nonsensical encouragement.
“Your mouth feels fucking fantastic wrapped around me. Christ! Fuuuck,” I breathe out , this close to losing control and shooting my cum down the back of her throat.
“I want to come inside your pussy, baby, not your mouth.”
Annabelle pulls off me, wiping her mouth, as she sinks back, leaning onto her heels between my legs.
“Goddamn, Annabelle,” I murmur. Pushing off the bed, I sit up. Stroking her legs, I slip my fingers to her cleft, where her arousal is dripping, coating her inner thighs. “You enjoyed sucking me off, didn’t you?”
“I did. It felt… I felt powerful,” she admits through hazy, lust-filled eyes. Blushing as she whispers, “Seeing you, feeling you harden in my mouth because of me. It turned me on, Hayes.”
“No one has ever turned me on like you do, Yankee.”
“I need you sitting on my cock, and I need it now.”
Hovering above my lap, she sinks down slowly, gasping as she lowers herself onto me until her wet heat envelops me completely.
“Hayes.” She tosses her head, moaning my name, as she rocks against me. “You feel so good.”
“Shit, you do too, Yankee.”
Leaning forward, she interlaces my fingers with hers and stretches them out above my head.
As she finds her rhythm, I watch greedily as her hips sway and pump up and down on my cock, her breasts jiggling in my face with every motion.
Within minutes, I feel the telltale tightening within her core, her muscles flexing around me, as her orgasm looms closer.
Releasing my hands, she sits up, riding me in earnest. I palm her ass with one hand, my fingers digging into her flesh, and with the other hand, I play with her clit.
With my eyes trained on the spot where our bodies meet, I watch as she bounces on my dick, her arousal drenching me. I’m mesmerized by the sight of my engorged cock disappearing within her cunt.
“You take me so well, baby. You feel fucking amazing.”
My words of praise send her over the cliff. Like a vise, she clenches, throbbing around my shaft as her body quakes. As her movements grow more erratic, I take over, thrusting my hips to drive into her as she cries out my name .
“Goddamn, you sound so fucking sexy when you come,” I roar, her release unleashing my own. She pants out my name again, her nails raking down my chest as our bodies convulse together with wave after wave of pleasure washing over us.
I surge upward, crashing my lips to hers, tasting myself on her. Her lips part, and she swirls her tongue with mine, her movements growing more languid as her orgasm ebbs.
Slumping on top of me, sweaty and sated, her fingers trace my jaw. Turning my face into her hand, I nuzzle against it, pressing a kiss onto her palm.