by Unknown
“Ethan, I want you more than anything.” He stood there for a moment more, Annalise realized he was trembling. The pale moonlight allowed her to see him, his thick maleness jutting straight out. Then she realized if she could see him that well, he could also see her. Her legs had spread wide, unconsciously inviting him in. Quickly, she closed her legs together tightly, hoping he had not focused his eyes on the ugliness.
He hadn’t seemed to notice. He knelt by the bed and placed his head on the smooth, warm skin of her middle. “Lise, oh Lise—I have dreamed of this for so long.” He placed sweet, tender kisses on her midriff and then up in the valley between her breasts.
She cradled his head. “I’ve dreamed of loving you for six years.” She touched his shoulder, urging him to join her on the bed.
He didn’t have to be asked twice. He stretched out beside her, placing one arm under her head. He kissed her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, her lips, again, again and again. His hand smoothed over her body from shoulder to hip.
She couldn’t wait any longer. Her hand reverently touched his manhood. He gasped with joy. She caressed him, soothing her fingers up and down the velvety skin covering the quivering steel. “You feel so good in my hand. I want to kiss you.” He leaned over to capture her lips. “No, I want to kiss you here.” She squeezed his shaft gently.
He lay back and she knelt beside him. She pressed light, feathery kisses all over the head of his penis then accepted him into her hot, wet mouth. His hips bucked upward as her tongue encircled the tip, around and around. He drew his breath in sharply as she took more and then more of him into her mouth.
“Stop,” he cried. “I want to be inside you, now!”
She lay back gratefully; ready to accept him between her thighs. Again, forgetting her shame, she spread her legs wide. He took no notice of the scars. Carefully he pushed one finger deep inside of her, ensuring she was ready to receive him. “Ethan, don’t make me wait!” she begged. He didn’t.
He raised her knees and positioned her to receive him. He watched as the head of his penis nudged at the gate of her eager tunnel. Just the head entered her and she gasped. Then he pushed in another inch and she lifted her hips in gratitude. Another inch and she tossed her head from side to side. “Oh, God—it feels so good!”
“You are so tight!” he moaned. When he said those words she froze. What could he see? In her delirium, she had forgotten and spread herself open to his gaze. She looked up to meet his eyes, dreading what she would see. What she saw on his face was ecstasy. He pushed into her further, he was so unbelievably thick. She couldn’t maintain her concern, the incredible feeling of being filled, of being taken, of being possessed was overwhelming. When he buried himself to the hilt, she wrapped her legs around his hips and urged him to move.
He groaned as she caressed his rod with the muscles of her sheath. “Sweetheart, please, just be still for a moment. I’m going to come too fast.” He lay down on her and tried to slow his breathing and his heartbeat. “It’s been so long for me, almost two years.”
“It’s been two years since you made love?” she asked him gently, kissing him on the side of his face.
“It’s been two years since I had sex; it’s been six years since I made love.” The words were so sweet she tightened around him again, involuntarily. “Oh, baby—I can’t wait, I’m sorry, I may not be able to last long.”
“Don’t wait. I want it hard and fast,” she whispered in his ear and he began to pump into her, holding nothing back. The sensations were incredible. Annalise luxuriated in the deep strokes. He leaned down and captured her nipple in his mouth, sucking as if nourishing his soul. She arched her back, giving him greater access. Reveling in the reality of actually making love to Ethan again, she let go—freeing herself from the burden of secrecy and shame. They were making love and it was glorious! Annalise lifted her hips, meeting each thrust. The tension built, his pelvis grinding against her clitoris with each downward stroke. The tension became unbearable, her climax came in waves, she cried out his name, “Oh, Ethan!”
The sound of her rapture pushed him over the edge. She watched his face as he came, shooting his cum deep with her. He thrust as hard into her as he could and then held it there grinding himself against her. Annalise milked him with her sheath, watching the emotions play across his face. He was the most beautiful man in the world. When he lay exhausted across her breasts, she kissed his face. “Thank you,”
He did not turn loose of her, he merely moved over beside her, holding on lest she slip from his grasp. “I am so happy.” He rose up and leaned his head on his hand, so he could look at her face in the moonlight.
She traced his lips, he kissed her fingers. “I had no hope I would ever get to love you again,” Annalise spoke softly. “I missed you so.” He lay down beside her, pulling her over until her head rested on his chest. They slept.
Chapter Six
During the night, their positions in bed had changed. He awoke in the early hours of the morning and realized he was cuddled up to her back, just as he had been in the fantasy a few mornings before. He smiled. So this is what it feels like to have a dream come true. Unable to wait any longer, he reached for her. There was no hesitancy on her part, no coaxing needed. “Not long ago, I imagined you were here, like this.” He wrapped one long leg over hers, bringing his awakening need into close, intoxicating contact with her soft, round hips. “Then I put my hands here.” He pushed one arm under her and the other around her, so each hand closed over a breast. He rubbed his palms over her breasts, manipulating the nipples into diamond points of hardness. Annalise laid her head back on his shoulder.
“Ethan, I want you so much.” she purred. Her words enflamed him. The head of his penis nudged her hips. She pushed back against him, tilting her pelvis, He entered her from behind, and she was more than ready to receive him. He flexed his hips and began pushing upward filling her little by little. She groaned her acceptance. When he was completely embedded inside of her, he began to move his hips and she countered his thrusts with movements of her own. It was a slower, more luxurious loving than the heated frenzy of before.
“Being inside of you is unbelievable, it’s like coming home,” he breathed into her ear. Ethan closed his eyes and allowed himself to enjoy how it felt to move deep inside of her. He cradled her to him and cherished the sensations of having sex with someone he loved.
This position was new for Annalise and she found it extremely exciting. The angle of penetration was causing his shaft to stimulate her pussy in a way that was driving her crazy. Soon, the incredible friction caused her whole pelvis to throb. Waves of intense pleasure swept from her vulva down to her toes. Her breasts swelled in his hands, as she began to convulse in an intense climax. “Oh, Ethan, don’t stop!”
Her ecstasy was his fantasy come to life—her in his arms and literally writhing with pleasure. Her interior muscles were stroking and pulsing and he felt like the hero in one her stories. He closed his eyes as he fell off the edge of the world.
* * * *
Dawn was beginning to break. The room was beginning to brighten and Annalise knew she had to leave before Ethan woke up. She couldn’t afford to be in his arms once the sun came up. Before she eased from the bed, she took one final moment to look at his precious face. He had given her a wonderful gift. Just days ago, she never expected an opportunity to ever see him again, much less find ecstasy in his arms. Not risking a good-bye kiss, she carefully rose from the bed, redressed and left the room. He was sleeping the sleep of one completely satisfied. Thankfully, no one saw her as she made her way back to the cabin.
* * * *
Ethan reached for her once more, only to find himself alone. For a moment, he considered it all a wonderful dream. But then he saw the impression of her head in the pillow next to his. He rolled over and buried his face in the indention, inhaling the scent of her perfume. It hadn’t been a dream! Lise had come to him in the night and given herself to him in a way that had almost complete
ly exorcised the doubts created by Francine’s constant denigration.
Why had she left him this morning? Fearing she might have disappeared again, he went to the window and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her car still in its place.
A plan began to formulate in his mind.
He had work to do.
* * * *
Alex waited in the kitchen. He hadn’t been able to sleep worth a flip. He had vacillated between regretting his interference and rejoicing over the fact Ethan had a chance at happiness. The first thing he had done was check the front door. It had been locked so he knew Annalise joined Ethan some time during the night. Over his third cup of coffee this morning he heard her leave. He had stood at the kitchen window and watched her make her way back to her room. She was an incredibly beautiful woman and he understood why his brother had never forgotten her.
But he couldn’t get her confession out of his mind! She had been brutally raped and Ethan had never known. He was sorely tempted to tell Ethan everything so he would understand the obstacles they were facing, but he knew that was not what Annalise wanted. He had to respect her privacy and just pray they were able to work this out.
* * * *
Ethan found his brother in the kitchen. “Is Bobby here?”
“Yeah, but he’s sleeping in.” Alex had the breakfast trays already packed.
“I see you’ve been busy.”
“Couldn’t sleep,” Alex confessed. “How was your night?” Ethan turned to look at his brother sharply and it took everything Alex had in him to not let anything show on his face.
Not answering his question directly, Ethan spoke carefully. “I have a favor to ask of you.”
“Anything.”
“I want to spend the day with Lise. I know we had plans to get some work done, but I need time with her.”
“Done.”
* * * *
It didn’t take long for Ethan to make his rounds. The other guests were mostly older women, with the exception of two retired couples from Canada. Ethan spent a few moments visiting with each guest. He had got to know several of the repeat customers fairly well and he was always pleased to offer advice as to restaurants or recreational activities. The last cabin he came to was Antoinette’s Leap.
The legend of Antoinette was a sad one. The tale told of Indians killing her fiancé and her leaping to her death off a cliff into the Colorado River to escape from them. If he had it to do over again, he would not have named this cabin after such a tragic event in the area’s history, but for some reason the sadness had appealed to his ex-wife.
He knocked lightly on the cabin door and heard Tiny heralding his arrival. In a few moments, she stood before him. His eyes devoured her. She wore soft, faded blue jeans and a light pink cotton sweater faithfully followed every luscious curve. He almost dropped the tray. She took it from him and he followed her in, not waiting for an invitation. “You weren’t in my bed when I woke up.”
Annalise’ breath caught in her throat. She decided to live dangerously. “I didn’t want to overstay my welcome.” She set the tray down on the bar and slowly turned to face him. He was right in front of her—big, wide and sexy as hell. Annalise felt her loins liquefy. But it was morning! She couldn’t afford to let him see how much he affected her. There was no way she could make love with him in the cold light of day.
“That would be impossible.” He said evenly. “Now, that I’ve found you again, I don’t intend to ever let you go.”
Annalise forced herself to stand perfectly still. All she wanted to do was propel herself into his arms and kiss him until he turned blue from lack of oxygen. He stood six inches away from her and as her nipples hardened, some sort of erotic gravitational force seemed to pull her toward him. She lifted one hand to touch his chest, but then forced it down to her side. “Ethan, last night was unbelievable and I thank you for it. I appreciate you forgiving me for writing about you. But I realize you have other guests and more important things to do than entertain me.”
He moved one step close to her. He didn’t say a word. Now the very tips of her breasts were grazing his rock hard chest. She swallowed nervously, knowing her self-control was almost non-existent where he was concerned. “I really need to get some writing done today. I need to go back and rework my hero.”
“Don’t you dare,” he growled. “Now that I understand, it’s the most incredible turn-on imaginable. I want you to write what you feel and I want to read every sexy word. If you write the fantasies, we can act them out. And as for reworking your hero, I want to be your hero and I want you to work on me.”
A tiny sound escaped her lips. Desire rose within her and against her better judgment, she gave into it. Just a kiss, that’s all it would be. His mouth was perfect, lips, not too full—not too thin—just right for deep, mind-blowing, toe-curling kisses. She pressed her breasts boldly against him, the contact creating a hunger within her only he could fill. He let her have her way. Slipping her arms up around his neck, she lifted her lips to him soundlessly offering all she was.
With one fluid movement, he lifted her. She wrapped long legs around his waist, bringing the ultra-sensitive center of her desire in direct contact with the hard ridge of his cock. She kissed the corners of his mouth, she kissed the strong column of his neck, she kissed his eyelids and down the bridge of his nose. Making herself wait only made it more important. Her mouth hovered over his—six years of yearning had not been appeased by the banquet of love they shared the night before. Slowly, she allowed her mouth to settle over his, her tongue slipping out to taste the sweet sensual curve of his upper lip. Then his control broke and he opened his mouth and drank from her lips like a man starving for a cool drink of water.
He carried her over to the couch and sat down, settling her in his lap, never breaking the kiss. Six years of separation, six years of fantasies, and six years of might-have-beens came to fruition in the most sensual, tender kiss imaginable. She broke the kiss first, laying her head on his chest, trying to bring her breathing under control.
“I want to spend the day with you,” Ethan said as he kissed her forehead.
Annalise knew she needed to write, but to hell with it. Their time together was short, she could write when she was alone again. “What do you want to do?”
She could feel him chuckle, his fabulous body vibrating underneath her. “That’s a loaded question.” His apparent happiness melted her practiced veneer, she cuddled against him, sighing like a sleepy child cradled in the safety of her protector’s arms. “You’re not making this any easier.”
“Not making what easier?” She feigned innocence.
His hand stroked her long, soft hair. “We need to talk, but when I’m with you all I want to do is make love to you.”
She longed to give him what he needed but, at the same time, she had to protect them both. “Let’s play a game,” she teased him. He chuckled again. Before, there had been no time for play, the OA camp had been work for both of them. They had been forced to steal their moments during the day, but the long, hot, nights had belonged to them. “Let me pleasure you now and tonight when it’s dark and oh, so romantic you can pleasure me.”
“I don’t understand why these can’t be mutually occurring events.” He was protesting, but there was a smile to his voice.
“Then it wouldn’t be a game.” She was still sitting astraddle of him. Her own desire overwhelming, what she really wanted to do was flex the muscles of her pussy and rub herself up and down on the hard ridge of his cock. But this time was about him.
She began by kissing his face. Tiny, light, feathery kisses were deposited all over his jaw line and down the side of his neck. She slowly began unbuttoning his shirt and kissing her way down his hard, tanned chest. He laid his head back on the couch, his hands caressing her sides and back, anywhere he could reach. Annalise’s heart skipped a beat when she realized he was trembling. Sensuously, she allowed herself to slide from his lap until she was kneeling between his legs. She
spread his shirt wide and caressed his chest and his small, sensitive nipples. His body involuntarily jerked at her touch. She kissed his hard, flat stomach—the part just above his belt where a line of soft dark hair disappeared under his jeans. The muscles tightened perceptibly under the caress of her lips. “You’re killing me, you do realize that…” he hissed as she slid the zipper down on his jeans.
“Do you want me to stop?” she asked as her teeth closed over the elasticized waistband of his shorts. She pulled it up just a fraction and released it. Then she let her mouth mold the cotton clad outline of his cock, starting at the bottom and making her way to the top. There was a small wet spot where the head touched the cotton and she paid special attention there. “Do you want me to stop?” she asked again, not ever having received an answer.
“God, no,” he moaned.
She abandoned her pleasurable task for a moment as she removed his leather slippers. He wore no socks and for some reason that just made him all the sexier to her. “Stand up, baby, let’s get these jeans off.” He stood and she peeled them and his underwear down his long, muscular legs. Annalise couldn’t help but caress and kiss his thighs and his knees while she freed him from his clothing. “Sit back down, love.”
He was past thinking; he did as he was told. Lise knelt between his legs, spreading them wide as she ran her hands from ankles to his knees and then leaned forward. “You have the most beautiful cock.” He watched her so intently; Lise was afraid he would discontinue the game and haul her up in his arms.