Humping Her Hero

by Emmaline Wade

  “I can’t believe Thanksgiving will be here next week, it seems every year the holidays become busier and arrive sooner.”

  Milt nodded his head in agreement. He cherished the quiet times in the morning when he could talk with his wife. “John and Annie’s wedding will be here shortly too.”

  Margie wiped her hands on her lime green apron and examined her husband. “The engagement happened so fast.”

  Milt knew that it was time to converse about their youngest daughter. Annie was the sweetheart of the family; the person who was always in a good mood, and put a smile on another person’s face.

  Milt grinned now. “I did have to laugh when John told me how he mentioned marriage to Annie.”

  Chuckling, Margie could only shake her head at her future son-in-law. “To think that he got Nick Station drunk and then discussed marriage to our daughter on the same night.”

  Milt asked for another slice of chocolate bread and smothered butter over the top. “At least John planned a descent proposal a few days later and actually got down on one knee.”

  Logan Perry walked into the brightly lit kitchen and strolled directly to the coffee machine. After pouring himself a cup of the strongly brewed substance, he grabbed a chocolate muffin and took a seat next to his father at the kitchen bar.

  “Good morning, dear parents. What are we talking about?”

  Milt eyed his laid-back son. “We’re talking about John and Annie.”

  Logan grinned and took another sip of his coffee. “For what it’s worth, I like John. He’s very protective of Annie, which is nice.”

  Margie continued to stir the tough cookie batter. “I just hope he loves her.”

  Knowing that the entire family was surprised by the sudden engagement, Logan nodded his head. “John loves Annie as much as John can love anybody.”

  Margie now appeared a little frightened. “Is that suppose to reassure me?”

  Logan wiped his mouth with a napkin and turned his attention on the woman he affectionately called Mad Marge occasionally.

  “Look you guys know John is a tough guy, inside and out. He has to be for being a police officer. John’s not used to family gatherings or people other than his friends and Sam loving him. This stuff is all new to John, but so far he’s doing okay.”

  Milt thought for a moment and contemplated his son’s words of wisdom. “I hope Annie isn’t marrying John just because he saved her.”

  Shaking his head, Logan set his coffee cup on the counter. “You know Annie. She doesn’t do anything that she doesn’t want to do.”

  It was Margie who eyed her husband and son. “Well, I did think it was romantic that John gave Annie his mother’s wedding ring.”

  Milt nodded his head at his wife’s words and thought the same. He glanced at his wife and winked at her. “Annie set up an appointment with me after the new year. I believe she’ll be turning in her resignation letter and concentrate on painting full-time.”

  Margie whistled and clapped her hands together. “It’s about time! Good for Annie. She’s so talented!”

  “The last time I was in John and Sam’s apartment, there were four paintings on the wall, all completed by Annie. Sam told me that John regularly attends art shows with Annie. And act surprised when Annie tells you, but her artwork will be in ten different galleries around the world soon.”

  Milt scratched his chin and thought for a moment. “Well, I know she’s been selling some of her paintings, I only hope that she can make a living at it.”

  Logan chuckled and patted his father on the back. “She sold her last painting for over six figures, dad.”

  Annie Perry eyed the sleeping man in her bed and grinned with female pride and determination. She felt incredibly sexy in her sheer Mrs. Claus inspired teddy and now ran her hands over the smooth silk. The green and red trim provided the nighty with holiday cheer and Annie donned a Santa hat as she positioned herself closer to the man she loved. Leaning forward, she placed her lips on John’s and gently began to nibble. Her soft hands tenderly massaged John’s muscular chest and arms. Annie carefully climbed on top of John as he opened his eyes. He began to run his hands skillfully over Annie’s body.

  With a low growl, John continued kissing the woman he loved as he reached for a pack of condoms that he kept in the nightstand. Annie broke off the kiss and her eyes sizzled on the tough detective.

  “Good morning, sweetheart,” John said as Annie helped him out of his boxers. Annie smiled at the man she cherished.

  “It’s about to be a wonderful morning,” Annie cooed as she skimmed her lips across John’s muscular chest. “I need to ride your cock this morning.”

  “I can handle that,” John said. His eyes contained a beautiful combination of seriousness and love. The man sucked in a deep breath of air as Annie positioned herself near his huge, erect penis.

  “I’m liking the Santa hat,” John declared as he put the condom on his throbbing manhood. Annie was on his torso. Within seconds his hard cock was lodged, ever so wonderfully, within Annie’s tight pussy. He wasted no time and delved into Annie’s feminine folds.

  With pleasure orchestrating through her body, Annie arched her body and felt John’s throbbing member thrust inside of her. Suddenly Annie leaned forward and grabbed onto John’s shoulders. The tough detective wrapped his arms around Annie’s slender body and tenderly maneuvered her face closer to his. He earnestly laid his lips over Annie’s and began to kiss her tantalizing mouth. The touch was too much. The pounding of John’s cock was too much. The movement of their bodies too much. Annie broke free of John’s mouth as she cried out in pure ecstasy. Her body withered in delight.

  Annie continued to move back and forth…up and down….riding John’s cock, knowing this is exactly what she wanted this morning.

  Riding….and riding….and riding.

  Oh, how wonderful it felt.

  How real.

  How lovely.

  How magical.

  And then it happened. Annie was on her back and experiencing more pleasure than she ever had before. With only one so-called lover in her life before John, she never knew that making love could be this exquisite. The tenderness they shared was unlike any emotion that Annie had ever contemplated.

  John had swiftly taken off her nighty and Santa hat, throwing those garments on the bedroom floor. Annie opened her eyes to see John’s dark gaze staring at her. He grinned and bent his head to her medium sized breasts. Annie let out a low sigh of approval as John first nibbled on one breast and then paid special attention to the other. It was his caring nature that continually surprised her. Annie would never have guessed that John could be such a tender man. The person in bed with her, making love to her now, was so incredibly caring that Annie would never have thought that John was capable of being so devoted.

  “Happy Thanksgiving,” Annie said as John continued to pleasure her. John began to kiss Annie’s neck as he pumped in and out of her.

  “I say we try the handcuffs tonight.”

  Hours later, John strolled into the living room clad in a navy colored bathroom towel. Standing in the kitchen, Annie watched as the man she loved walked toward the kitchen table. The feeling of intimacy caused Annie to bask in John’s love.

  With his head bent, John absently began to search through a pile of freshly laundered clothes over spilling from the basket. For a brief moment, Annie just marveled at the sight of John.

  So masculine….

  So much of a protector….

  So much of a badass…

  “Looking for anything in particular?”

  “A pair of my jeans. I-”

  “I hung them up in your closet.”

  John glanced at Annie out of the corner of his eyes. “You hung up my jeans?”

  Because John’s face showed complete confusion, Annie could only grin. “Yes. I hung up about three pairs of your jeans yesterday and I hung up about four pairs of Sam’s jeans….why are you looking at me like that?”

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bsp; “I’ve never had a woman hang up any of my laundry before.” John winked at Annie. He strolled toward her and placed a tender kiss on her forehead. Standing together, John wrapped his arms around Annie, pulling her closer. He kissed her forehead again as he felt her arms wrap protectively around his bare torso. John ran his hands up and down Annie’s bright blue dress. The silky material of her dress caused his cock to throb. “You look sensational.”

  “Are you just going to wear a towel to Thanksgiving dinner?”

  “Sure,” John said. He then tightened his embrace. “Are we staying at your place tonight?”

  “I thought we had planned on it,” Annie answered. “I-”

  “Good.” John bent and kissed Annie’s cheek. “My dick is already hard as hell.”

  “John!” The devilish glint in Annie’s eyes was lovely and so incredibly sexy that John felt like the luckiest man on earth. “Let me see your cock….”

  The tough, hard-as-nails detective watched in mere fascination as the love of his life dropped to her knees and tugged off his towel. With his hard dick just inches from Annie’s face, John watched with pure arousal as Annie opened her mouth and placed his lovely penis inside. He inhaled a deep breath of air as Annie began to suck….and give him a world-class blow job. John could only groan in delicious torture. He stuck his hands in Annie’s thick mass of hair, softly encouraging her as she sucked….and sucked ….and sucked.

  Over and over again, Annie continued the pleasure of toying with the massive tool within her mouth and hands. With a sense of sassiness, Annie marveled at her own sexual drive. The confidence within her soul only intensified as she continued to suck on the massive cock inside her welcoming mouth.

  “Holy shit, sweetheart,” John choked out. Annie noticed his voice had deepened and she took that as a good sign. She could still feel John’s fingers in her hair, as if cradling her in a loving way. Annie placed her soft hands near John’s erect manhood. With her left hand placed on his upper thigh, she placed her right hand on the base of his penis and began to ever so gently massage his balls.

  There was a rhythmical union as John and Annie continued the satisfactory bliss that made them marvel in delight. Over and over, Annie continued to relish in John’s utter sense of delight. For long moments, John continued to stand naked while Annie was positioned on her knees….sucking his cock.

  “Oh, sweetheart….”

  John saw the giant Christmas tree centered near the ceiling to floor windows in the massive living room and felt nostalgic. It had been years since he had been near such a dynamic and ornate tree. The top portion of the tree had been decorated and the lower branches were left bare. John glanced quizzically at Annie and she knew his unspoken question.

  She wrapped her arms around her fiancée’s torso and snuggled closer to the man that had captured her heart. “The family decorates the bottom of the tree after we finish eating Thanksgiving dinner.”

  John kissed the top of Annie’s head, content on celebrating the holidays with her family. “You know that I love you, right?”

  Rarely a person to express any emotion, Annie was pleasantly surprised to hear John’s poetic words now. “Of course I know that.”

  Relief pumped through John’s heart, and he felt blessed to have Annie in his life. He kissed the top of Annie’s head “I’ll be right back.” John walked to the kitchen for a drink. Margie Perry was busy bustling around the stove, wearing an apron, and stirring mashed potatoes in the pan. John watched the woman add a few spices to the fluffy contents as he grabbed a drink from the refrigerator.

  “Would you like any help, Margie?”

  Annie’s mother turned and smiled at him. “No, thank you, John. You just make yourself at home and enjoy yourself.”

  John nodded his head and remained in the kitchen. He saw the mounds of food and knew that Margie had worked tremendously hard preparing every dish.

  “Annie prepared some food last night and it’s in the car. I’ll bring it inside in a moment.”

  Margie wiped her hands on her apron and nodded her head. “I would appreciate that.”

  A moment passed in comfortable silence as John took a sip of his soda. “I realize this engagement is short, but I’ll make Annie happy. I promise I will.”

  The mother of five took a moment to inspect the man that loved her daughter. “John, you make my daughter happy and you, along with Sam, will always be welcome in this family.”

  John nodded his head as a tightness rose in his chest. “Thank you, Margie. I appreciate that.”

  The older woman walked toward John and patted him kindly on the cheek. “Annie has always painted, but I think you provided her with a little extra confidence and I think that’s marvelous.”

  John grinned with pride at the mention of his fiancée’s talent. “You know I never thought that I’d get married, but there’s just something about Annie.”

  Margie beamed at the man that loved and cherished her daughter. It did her heart good to realize that her beloved daughter was loved.

  John glanced at Margie, a smile of contentment on his handsome features. “I love her.”

  Margie wiped her hands on her apron again and placed her tender hand on John’s rigid jaw. She patted the side of his face as if he were one of her children. “I know you do, John.”

  Margie stepped away from the proud and stoic police officer, and resumed cooking the massive Thanksgiving meal. John took another sip of soda and turned toward the side door.

  “I’ll bring in the food,” John announced as he stepped outside and into the bitter cold. Margie grinned as she shook her head, savoring the fact that John would soon be a part of their family.

  Epilogue

  Annie Perry Connell tightened the lid on her paint can and placed the color back on the shelf where she could easily reach it tomorrow. So much had happened in the past few months, and painting gave Annie a chance to reflect on her life decisions. The attack had certainly invaded her thoughts from time to time, but Annie had come to terms with that horrifying incident. She no longer wanted to spend time thinking of the past because that would rob her of the present time.

  Now, Annie placed the antique wedding ring on her left hand and smiled at the sapphire stone that had once belonged to John’s mother. She took the ring off each morning before she began painting and always placed it back on her finger when she was finished. Annie raised her hand in the air admiring the beautiful ring and the husband who had bestowed such a gift to her. Thinking of her husband now made Annie’s smile widen in pure female delight. Had it only been last night when she had boldly modeled the candy bra and panties for him… which he had taken great delight in peeling the gag gifts off her body?

  “You look deep in thought,” came the deep male voice from the doorway. Annie turned to see her husband standing near the kitchen counter, eyeing her closely. John stood tall and relaxed and Annie briefly wondered if she would ever be able to read her husband. He was a master at disguising his moods and inner feelings, but Annie felt that over time she would be able to assess her husband better.

  “I just finished painting for the day,” Annie said. She gestured toward the canvas on her art easel. The large rectangular painting contained vibrant hues of purple, blue and green richness. The colors shimmered together, creating an amazing masterpiece. With a critical eye, different visions added to the array of beautiness.

  “You are so talented,” John said. He continued to study the art work. “I have never seen paintings like this before.”

  “You know when you look at it, it’s like you’re peeking into my soul,” Annie confided.

  “Because I am.”

  “I love you.” It was a genuine feeling to express her love for John several times a day.

  “I know you do,” John said. He then turned and reached for a glass from the top shelf in the cupboard. “Don’t ever doubt my feelings for you, Annie.”

  “Never,” Annie vowed. “When I was painting I was thinking of all t
he changes that have recently occurred in our lives.”

  “Good changes, I hope,” John replied.

  Annie beamed at her husband and walked toward the man she loved. She wrapped her arms around his abdomen and pecked him on the cheek. Just being able to touch John was sensational.

  “The best changes,” Annie confided. “I can’t believe that I’m married.”

  John pulled Annie closer to his body; feeling the warm heat, and immediately his eyes began to sparkle. “I saw Sam today. He mentioned that you invited him over for dinner tomorrow night.”

  “Yes,” Annie answered. “He politely mentioned that I could make him roast beef with mashed potatoes.”

  “That sounds like my brother,” John said. “By the way, I think he loves having the apartment to himself.”

  “Well, I’m thrilled that you moved in here,” Annie murmured. “We have made this place actual home.” She felt John’s hands massage her lower back. His gentle touch never ceased to amaze her.

  “I plan on making you very happy Annie Connell,” John vowed as he now pulled his wife toward the bedroom.

  Annie chuckled and lovingly eyed her new husband. “Do you mean you plan on making me happy in life or in bed?” Annie inquired as John tugged her down onto the firm mattress.

  Laughing, John pulled the hair tie out of Annie’s long red curls and gently combed his fingers through her mass of hair.

  “Both,” John replied and placed his lips over hers. Annie kissed her husband, ecstatic that they were husband and wife. Less than two weeks ago they had exchanged vows in an elegant ceremony that included their surprised and supportive friends and family. They had decided to forego a honeymoon until the spring, but to Annie their time now felt very much like a lover’s vacation.

  Annie was out of her clothing in record time and she laughed as she dug threw the nightstand. John was even more turned on when Annie handed him the fur trimmed handcuffs that her friends had given as a gag gift.