by Unknown
“Thank you, it’s just a…”
“Hush, let me tell you why it’s perfect.” She used both hands to wrap around it, loving the feel of the soft smooth skin, such a contrast to the extreme hardness underneath. “It’s long…and that’s wonderful…but what most men don’t realize is that length isn’t what pleases a woman the most.” She punctuated her words by licking the object of her desire from the bottom to the top just as she would an ice cream cone, in which a drop of sweet cream had escaped and run down the side. Every muscle in his body tightened. “The exceptional thing about your cock is…”
When he heard her use the slightly off-color word he bucked upward under her hand.
“God, Lise…please…I’m going to come before you ever even touch me with your lips.”
“Soon, soon,” she soothed him with a tender touch weighing his impressive sack.
“What is truly incredible about your beautiful rod is the sheer thickness of it, I can’t tell you how it fills me, how even now looking at you and thinking about how it’s going to feel inside of me tonight sends ripples of yearning through my whole body.”
“You…do…have…a way…with words,” he groaned as she finally took the head of his penis in her mouth. She rose up on her knees to give herself more room to work. Her hands were never still; she massaged his thighs, stroked his balls, rubbed his nipples, all as she loved his penis. She took him deep within her mouth, she raked him with her teeth, she used her tongue to tickle and tease, she created a warm sensuous vacuum that sent his hips into tight, short, bursts of movement. Annalise was relentless. The very idea this gorgeous man doubted his sexuality was a crime against nature. She sought to heal him as much as she sought to please him. She proved to be successful in both.
She could tell he was nearing his peak. Annalise had no real experience at this, only one other time six years ago with a younger, somewhat smaller Ethan. Now he was in his prime; thick, hungry and wound as tight as a guitar string. Instinct had taken Annalise over; she had fantasized and written about this so often she just knew what to do. He tensed up, his breathing harsh—she didn’t let up—she knew he would explode very soon and she wanted him to enjoy every second of it. She tightened her lips and increased the pressure and when she did, he bellowed his pleasure.
Annalise did not let go until she had soothed him through his explosive orgasm. She adored him, telling him with her lips and hands, what a truly wonderful, sexy man he was. When they finished, he pulled her back up into his lap. He kissed her mouth deeply, his tongue mating with hers. It was a kiss of honor and adulation, telling her without words how much he appreciated what she had done for him. He reached for the zipper of her jeans ready to return the favor, but she stopped him. “No, I want you more than I want my next breath, but if we wait it will make it just that much better.” She hoped her argument sounded plausible. Actually, she wanted him so badly it hurt, but she fought the feeling back, knowing that if she didn’t in a few moments she would be naked here in this brightly lit room with nothing to mask her shame.
“I have so much desire for you stored back; if we made love twenty-four hours a day for a year I would not scratch the surface of what I want to do with you.” Ethan lay there replete and exhausted, wearing only his unbuttoned shirt. Annalise lay her head on his shoulder, hating the woman who had caused him to doubt himself.
“Would you do something for me, Ethan?”
“Name it.”
“Would you buy me a hamburger at Frankie's?” Ethan laughed out loud. It was so good to hear him laugh.
“God, you are so sweet. The only things I can ever remember you asking me for, is a kiss, to make love to you and to buy you a hamburger. Do you know what most women ask for? Diamonds, furs, houses and cars. You will never know how refreshing it is for someone to just be happy with me—not whatever I can give them.”
Ethan meant his words as the highest of compliments, but she knew underneath he was revealing to her an important truth. She sought to reassure him. “To be with you, here like this, is the greatest gift of all. I will never ask you for anything else.” Annalise said the words she thought he would want to hear. He grew very, very still then took her by the shoulders and raised her until they were face to face.
“Don’t misunderstand me, Lise. I want you to ask me for things; ask me for time, ask me for my name, ask me for the world…I will turn it upside down for you…just ask.” His beautiful blue eyes stared into her very soul. God, she had to bring him down from this plateau of emotion without him realizing she wasn’t making any sort of promise. She wanted to give him everything, but the sad truth was she had nothing of value to offer. Knowing the only effective way of getting his mind off things, she sealed his lips shut with a kiss—a kiss so full of love and promise that it negated any sting her silence might have delivered. He kissed her back with equal intensity.
Finally, she felt she had turned his thoughts to other things. “What did you bring on the tray?”
“Are you hungry, love?”
“Famished…” He sat her on the cushion beside him, redressed in the clothes she had so enjoyed removing and he served her. He brought the tray over to the table near the couch and pulled it back closer. She had eased it out of the way earlier, when she had been eager to please him. He uncovered the contents and she was delighted to find muffins and a cream cheese Danish. He watched her face, enjoying the fact she was pleased with what lay before her. Francine had never been very happy over anything; nothing had ever been quite good enough for her. He had never seen her smile or, like Lise did now, giggle with delight over a simple breakfast pastry. He went to the kitchen and poured them each a steaming mug of coffee from the pot that she made earlier. Not content to eat alone, she fed him more than she ate herself. He was beginning to realize just what he had been missing all of these years, this woman found joy in just being with him.
When she had eaten her fill, she rose to clean up after them. He watched her putter around the small room, placing everything in order. Then seeing Tiny eyeing him from the bed, he said, “We can take the dogs with us to Frankie's if you want.”
“Okay, that sounds like fun. When do you want to go, lunch or supper?”
“Lunch, I have other plans for tonight.”
Her face fell before she could monitor her reaction. Well, of course he had other plans. She forced a smile, “We can do this another time, Ethan.”
If he hadn’t been watching her so closely, he would have missed it. But he didn’t, he saw her disappointment. “No, baby, you don’t understand. I have plans to do something with you tonight. Something special.” He walked to her and just literally scooped her up. He kissed her mouth again and again. She did want to be with him! Just him!
His attentiveness and consideration affected her more than she realized. It had been so long since anyone cared whether she was happy or not and the feeling was overwhelming. Before she could check them, a few small tears escaped from the corners of her eyes. When he noticed the dampness, he carried her straight to the bedroom, laid her down and stretched out beside her. He kissed every trace of tears from her face. “Oh, my love, don’t cry. You don’t need to cry.”
“I’m not crying because I’m sad, I’m crying because you’re so sweet.” He was laying partially on her and she felt the laughter begin again deep in his chest.
“What did you say?”
Then she giggled. “I said I was crying because you are so sweet.”
“And what did I do to earn this dubious distinction?” He smiled at her, tenderly, pushing a strand of hair from her forehead. “You care for me, you make me feel loved,” she whispered with a soft and breathy voice. Her eyes flew to the window to see how thick the curtains were. Blinds! There were blinds on the windows!
“I don’t think you realize how lovable you are.” He watched her face closely. “What are you thinking?”
“Ethan, I’ve changed my mind.”
“What about, sweetheart, you don’t
want to go to Frankie's for a hamburger?”
“I don’t know if we’ll have time.”
“It’s only ten o’clock in the morning, what do you mean we won’t have time?”
“Wait here.” She eased from his grasp and left the bed. He watched her go to the windows, pull down the blinds and draw the curtains tightly so no light entered the room from the windows. Then she went to the door of the bedroom and closed it.
“What in the world are you doing?” He thought he might be about to get lucky, but why the blackout effect? He would have asked, but very little blood flowed to his brain, it was all headed south—so his thought process was impaired.
“I want you.” Damn! His erection jumped to attention. This unbelievably beautiful, luscious woman had just declared she wanted him, in her bed and between her legs. He wanted to shout with triumph. She walked back to the bed and proceeded to completely undress. He could see her, but not with any clarity.
“Why does it have to be so dark?” Not that it mattered, he was so turned on he couldn’t see straight anyway.
“I’m shy.”
God, she was adorable.
“Ethan, I’ve been writing this story about a cowboy.”
She spread his shirt, which was still unbuttoned, and undid his belt for the second time today. Again, she unzipped his jeans. She didn’t get a chance to do anything else because he had them off before she could make another move. The next second she was flat on her back.
“But, I need to be up for this one.”
“I am up for this one.” His massive erection lay across her thigh.
“Yes, you are.” She formally acknowledged his extraordinary tumescence. “But I have this fantasy, you see…”
That got his attention.
“I need to see how something works,” she whispered.
“Everything I have seems to be in good working order.” With a soft touch, she verified that yes indeed his equipment was in extremely good working order.
“Ethan, I want to make love to you.” Oh, yes, thank you God! “And I want to be on top.” Their positions were reversed almost instantly.
“Wow!” Annalise laughed with joy. She was laying on him full length. She rose up a fraction, her breasts hovering over his chest, his rigid member cradled between her legs.
“So, tell me about this fantasy, babe.” He was enjoying this time with her more than words could tell.
“Well, in my newest book this girl has the hots for this cowboy. She goes horseback riding with him, bareback. Now I remember this from growing up. When a girl rides a horse bareback, it feels really good.”
“Tell me how it feels.” This was the hottest conversation Ethan could ever remember having.
The verbal foreplay was arousing them both. Annalise was having trouble concentrating on her words. “When a girl straddles a horse, there is direct pressure on her…you know, her clitoris.”
God! “Go on.”
“The rocking movement of the horse, plus the direct stimulation, well…makes riding quite pleasurable.”
“Well, that explains a lot.” He laughed.
Annalise didn’t know what to think. Why was he laughing?
“You were the hottest, sexiest, most passionate virgin imaginable. I often wondered why you were so innocent, yet so…uh…awakened.” Annalise didn’t know whether to be affronted or complimented.
“Was that bad?”
“Oh, no, babe. There was nothing bad about that. You were, and still are, the most exciting woman I have ever met. There is an earthy, honest, complete sexiness about you that is absolutely irresistible. Now tell me more about this fantasy.”
Before she could open her mouth she became aware that Ethan was rubbing the sides of her breasts very softly. The light touch was extremely tantalizing and distracting. “I want to ride you,” she whispered right next to his lips.
Her words made him as hard as granite. “Climb on, baby. I’ll take you for a ride.”
She captured his lips and kissed him with wild abandon. The darkness seemed to intensify all sensations. Ethan ran his hand down her back and cupped her perfectly curved bottom. He squeezed the firm, round cheeks then slipped one hand between them to fondle her molten core. He was surprised to find she was more than ready for him.
“Raise up, sweetheart.” Annalise obeyed. His desperately hard shaft ached to be buried deep within her. “I want to be inside of you.” In the dim light, he saw and felt her grasp his cock, holding him steady as she rose up on her knees and guided the head to the opening of her pussy. She eased herself down onto the thick rod. Gasps of delight escaped her lips as her canal stretched to accommodate him. When he completely filled she began to move.
Annalise hadn’t dreamed it would feel so good. The freedom to raise and lower her hips or grind herself against him was exhilarating. She reached for his hands and brought them to her lips, kissing his fingers as she continued to ride him.
“Oh, love, this is better than any fantasy,” she whispered as she held his hands to her breasts in a mute plea for his touch. He did not disappoint; he squeezed and stroked them until the nipples pouted for his lips. Rising up, he circled one pink areola with his tongue before rewarding it with a kiss.
“Being with you is absolute heaven, did you know that? You were worth waiting for, baby. I love those sweet little sounds you make. They’re so sexy.”
Annalise tightened the muscles of her pussy, squeezing him lovingly, in an erotic rhythm that triggered her own release. Throwing her head back, she closed her eyes relishing the feel of his throbbing rod as he released a volcanic eruption of hot cum deep within her womb. “Oh, Ethan, it seems as if I’ve loved you forever.” Annalise did not realize she had spoken out loud. So often she had dreamed of saying those words to him, now in the throes of passion she let her guard slip and confessed her heartfelt emotion.
“I heard what you said, baby.” Still joined, he pulled her down until he could reach her lips. “I love you, Lise. I’ve loved you from the first moment I saw you. When you disappeared from my life, I was devastated. Francine was nothing more than a very poor substitute for you. You are my treasure and I never want to lose you again.”
Annalise realized instantly what she had done. She never intended to actually put into words her deep and sincere love for him. But now that he had poured his heart out to her there was no way she could ever take it back or tell him she did not mean it. Against her better judgment, she decided—just for now—to pretend there was such a thing as happy ever after.
He was so tender with her. Never had she felt so loved. He kissed her with all the pent-up longing that had been tamped down by circumstances and fate. She responded with everything in her, allowing herself to dream impossible dreams.
Chapter Seven
Frankie's was certainly a unique Austin establishment. Located off 1st street, very near downtown, it combined a backyard atmosphere with that weirdness that makes Austin a special place. Huge oaks provided welcome shade; the only drawback was the owner was an Aggie. Ethan was always tempted to bring burnt orange decorations to hang on Frankie's walls. Regardless, the food and atmosphere were second to none.
Ethan and Annalise arrived with Mojo and Tiny in tow about the time the main lunch crowd was dissipating. A cute waitress seated them and she made no attempt to hide her admiration for Ethan’s handsome good looks and perfect body. Annalise didn’t mind at all. She wanted him to feel admired and lusted after. Tiny and Mojo were made to feel right at home with their own bowl and pre-lunch treat. “What kind of burger do you want, babe?”
Annalise studied the menu. “I want one with avocado and queso, please.” Ethan ordered his with bacon and pepper jack cheese and the dogs got a plain burger with Velveeta.
After the starry-eyed waitress left them alone, he took her hands in his. “This morning was incredible.” He leaned over and stole a sweet kiss and the look in his eyes carried so much heat an immediate ripple of desire cut through her.
> “Ethan, sweetheart, don’t look at me like that,” Annalise protested.
For a moment Ethan thought she was off put by his public display of affection. “Sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” He stroked her hand.
She looked him straight in the eye. “You’re not embarrassing me, you’re turning me on.”
She didn’t know what she expected him to do, but it did surprise her when he laughed out loud with obvious joy. “Welcome to my world, babe. I’m in a state of constant arousal around you.”
“Let’s talk about something less intense until we are in a place more conducive to intimacy.” He continued to chuckle at her obvious attempt to hide her uncomfortable condition. He watched her shift in her seat, back and forth a couple of times, and he almost came over the table.
“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”
“Just a little,” she admitted. “Over the years, I’ve got quite good at…shall we say…self satisfaction.” Ethan went dead quiet. Annalise glanced up at him afraid she had gone too far in the honesty game. Who wants to hear the girl they’re out with pleasures herself?
“I’m sorry, Ethan. I shouldn’t have said that.” She looked at his face, but she couldn’t read it. She had to make this better. “It’s just that my life has been so empty without you. And I write this stuff and sometimes I get so lonely. I fantasize that I’m making love to you and I’m able to get through the night.” She hung her head, unwilling to meet his eyes. God, she had ruined their beautiful outing.
“Look at me.” When she didn’t raise her eyes, he lifted her chin. “Look at me, Lise.”
She lifted contrite eyes to meet his and what she saw caused her heart to flip. “That’s the most erotic thing I have ever heard a woman say. And you said it to me. Do you have any idea how you make me feel?”
She was saved from answering by the timely arrival of their burgers. Annalise cut up the dachshund’s burgers—thankful to have something to do. She could still feel Ethan’s heated gaze and attempted to change the subject. “Tell me about the special plans for tonight.”