by Mlyn Hurn
“That’s it, honey. Let it go, Belle.” Iain told her quickly, and between his words and his fingers on her clit, AnnaBelle experienced another much stronger climax.
Iain could feel the strong contractions and used both hands to hold onto her hips. He quickened his pace, thrusting faster and with shorter strokes. He whispered her name and thrust into her deeply again, shooting his hot seed deeply into her body. His back stiffened and with several more quick pushes forward, his balls emptied their essence into her womb. As he held her body closer, thrusting one more time, Iain realized in near disbelief that he wanted to get AnnaBelle pregnant. In didn’t matter that history was against his being able to procreate, despite Fauster’s plans.
Memories of Fauster’s statement came back to him as he stroked his hands over her back and hips, cupping her breasts as he leaned forward. Fauster had stated his plan involved Iain impregnating AnnaBelle, which apparently had been his real reason for asking her to come to New York. Almost every single day she’d been gone, Iain had recalled making love to AnnaBelle, and wondering if it had been the right time for her to even conceive.
The real issue, of course, was whether he could even do the job? There might be no choice in the matter at all and whatever Fauster’s plan really was wouldn’t matter. Iain couldn’t shake the certainty he’d felt that Fauster still had revealed everything about his plans. Deciding that this wasn’t the time, or place to be thinking about Fauster, Iain caressed AnnaBelle’s soft skin.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked tenderly, slowly easing away from her body.
AnnaBelle stood up and turned to face him. She shrugged as she grabbed the sponge off the table and started back to the sink. Over her shoulder she shot him a playful grin. “If okay is a word you choose to use…but I was thinking more along the lines of ‘amazing, incredible’ and maybe even a little mind-blowing.”
As she stood at the sink, rinsing the sponge under running water, Iain noticed that her shirt was still hiked up on one side. Walking over to her, he pulled her back to rest against his chest. He had wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her soft hair. Inhaling the sweet smell that seemed to be a combination of the shampoo she used and what he was coming to recognize as her true natural scent. In that moment Iain was stunned at how peaceful and right it felt to be holding her in his arms.
* * * * *
Iain watched AnnaBelle as she shifted around in his bed, trying to find a comfortable spot. She had come out of the bathroom wearing the sexiest little piece of night lingerie he’d ever seen. Her breasts were threatening to fall out either side of the narrow silk and lace bands that held them. The black bands came over her shoulders about four inches in width, and it narrowed to three as it attempted to contain her full breasts. The short flirty skirt had flipped up several times on her way to the bed and revealed nothing underneath. His blood pressure had gone up several notches. Nothing screamed sexy like a pantiless woman!
AnnaBelle finally seemed to find a comfortable spot, her pillows plumped up behind her, when she reached over and picked up a heavy black book. On top of the book were her narrow, copper framed eyeglasses. She smiled when she saw Iain was watching her.
“Is something wrong? Did you want to turn the lights out right away?”
Iain shrugged nonchalantly. “We can leave it on, but I wasn’t planning on any reading. Reading in bed, from what I’ve heard, doesn’t come until several years after people have lived together.” His eyes lowered to her breasts, where her nipples were poking definite tents against the silk that attempted to bind them.
“If you are too tired…?” The words seemed to hang in the air, waiting for her reply.
AnnaBelle shook her head. “I wasn’t sure if you’d want to do it again, considering what happened while we were doing the dishes.”
Iain nodded as her cheeks flushed. “I feel it is my pride and duty to be ready at my lady’s whim.”
* * * * *
AnnaBelle giggled as she reached over and lightly ran her hand down the front of Iain’s chest. She had not missed the fact that Iain had gotten into bed naked, but she had also wanted to see his reaction to the first and only sexy nightgown she had ever purchased. She scooted down in the bed, letting the book fall to the bedspread between them. Turning on her side, she was completely aware of how close her breasts were to spilling out of the confining bands. Letting her topmost arm slide forward, AnnaBelle knew it would make a seductive cleavage.
“I suppose I should ask, or wait to be invited, but I just assumed I could stay with you. If you’d rather, I could stay with Fauster. You know…like if you need to get your rest or something.”
Iain picked the book up and set it on the stand by his side of the bed. Her glasses came off next, to lie atop the book. Turning back to face AnnaBelle, his hand moved to her upper shoulder. His fingers caught under the silk, and AnnaBelle waited for him to pull it off her shoulder. Instead, Iain slid the tips of his fingers forward, under the silk. His skin pressed against the silk while he caressed her flesh, over her firm breast until he reached the aureole. He paused and then one finger slid across the taut nipple.
AnnaBelle was aware that she was breathing more rapidly and when Iain started to squeeze and pull her nipple with his fingers, she fell back onto the pillows. Her breast fell from the band. Iain pulled his hand free and looked at the unbound breast.
“You have the prettiest nipples,” he told her softly. Stroking the back of his fingers back and forth over the taut bud, Iain looked up and met AnnaBelle’s gaze. “I have an idea—“
Iain pulled AnnaBelle up and lay down on his back. His cock was already hard and demanding attention as he instructed AnnaBelle to straddle his hips. She pressed on his chest and tightened her thigh muscles until she was poised above his cock. Using Iain’s help, she slowly slid down until he was completely enveloped by her flesh.
AnnaBelle heard Iain groan once they were joined. “Am I too heavy?” she asked him quickly, pressing her hands down to his chest.
Iain shook his head. “Don’t move! I don’t think I’ve ever been this deep inside you before.”
AnnaBelle flushed at his words. She had never felt so full either. It was like this hard pole, velvet over steel, was embedded inside of her. If she moved her hips, she could feel him move within her body slightly. She didn’t know if it was possible, but it felt like the tip of his cock was pressed up against the opening of her womb. Before she could shift her hips and try another slant, she saw Iain’s hands lifting.
* * * * *
Iain didn’t move as slowly or as carefully in pulling the other strip of silk off her shoulder. Instead he tugged firmly and her other breast popped out. His eyes were glued to her full breasts, jiggling and swaying with her movements. He lifted his hands to cup the full globes on the outside, pressing them close together. AnnaBelle’s taut nipples were poking out more than half an inch and Iain began rubbing his thumbs back and forth, lightly flicking them. As AnnaBelle started to move her hips, forward and back, side to side, Iain knew that she was enjoying this “breast play.”
“Lovely bosoms, my dear,” he told her a moment later.
AnnaBelle opened her eyes and looked down at Iain. He grinned up at her, flexing his hips slightly, which evoked another groan from AnnaBelle in response. Her tongue came out and licked her lips before she replied. “Thank you, sir. I believe they run in my family.”
Iain’s grin widened. “I never noticed Fauster’s before…Ouch!” Iain covered her hand where it rested on his chest, having lightly pinched him a second earlier. He let his smile fade as he continued. “I would like to be completely honest with you, AnnaBelle.”
* * * * *
AnnaBelle stopped shifting her hips even though she had discovered that in this position she was finding several new spots of pleasure. His serious tone alarmed her a bit, but she still nodded her head as she spoke. “All right.”
“Unless you are in a big hurry, I think I could
stay here for quite some time just playing with your pretty titties.”
AnnaBelle flushed at his praise. Her body was something she had never paid much attention to, other than making sure she was fit to do her job. It was surprising, and she felt a little guilty also, at receiving Iain’s attention. She looked down where his hands were cupping, squeezing and sometimes massaging her lush anatomy. Bracing her palms on her thighs, she began rotating her hips, but not quite in the same rhythmic pattern.
“Nice long nipples, and the more I tweak and tease them, the longer they get. I love sucking your nipples, catching them with my teeth sometimes, or just nibbling with my lips.”
Iain’s words aroused her, made her feel sexy and desirable. AnnaBelle pressed down, and then lifted up with her thighs. She soon felt Iain’s hands on her hips, helping her. A few moments later, perhaps seconds or minutes, it seemed as if Iain expanded inside of her more still, and she felt the heat low, in her belly. A few short seconds later she felt his seed fill her cunt and possibly her womb. Iain slid one hand down over her belly. He delved with his fingers, and discovered her clit, hidden inside its fleshy hood.
AnnaBelle shifted her hips on his cock. Iain’s finger was relentless in its quest to pleasure her. Without conscious thought, AnnaBelle lifted her hands and began squeezing her sensitized breasts and nipples. It only took a few seconds of the increased stimulation and then AnnaBelle was climaxing atop him.
“Iain!”
AnnaBelle lowered her hands to his chest to steady her body as the muscles clenched and spasms shivered and quivered through those innermost muscles and nerves. It almost felt like her cunt were nibbling and sucking his cock, trying to pull it up more deeply into her body. Several long, exhausted moments later, AnnaBelle seemed to melt into a limp pile of butter across his body.
“Don’t move,” she whispered to him softly. “Please. Give me just one more moment.”
* * * * *
Iain grinned at AnnaBelle’s words. He didn’t think he could move unless bombs started going off around them. The sensations caused by her cunt sucking his now softening cock were incredibly pleasurable. If he were forced into a long sleep, this would be the ideal way to do it, he reasoned with a small smile. He reached out and pulled the sheet, blanket and comforter up until AnnaBelle’s shoulders were covered.
He lightly stroked her back with one hand while the other caressed the soft, silky fall of her hair. A second later he heard AnnaBelle snoring softly. He shrugged and reached over to turn out the light. Their discussion would have to wait until tomorrow to be continued, he reasoned sleepily. A short time later, Iain fell asleep, completely aware that his mouth seemed unable to stop grinning.
Chapter 19
AnnaBelle stayed with Iain the next few days and played at the role of “wife.” She made him breakfast each morning while he got ready to head to his office at the University. While he was gone, she would tidy the house, often doing the dishes from their evening meal. It was becoming a habit that as soon as their food-hunger was satisfied, they sought satisfaction for their sexual hunger.
After she cleaned and tidied the house, AnnaBelle often showered, dressed and went out to the small market near the campus for fresh vegetables and fruit. It was within walking distance and the exercise felt great to her. Soon she would need to see about retraining and getting back into shape.
In the afternoons, if she wasn’t too sleepy, she would read from the old book that Iain had set aside that first night. She bought a notebook and started filling it with thoughts, notations, and questions as she worked her way through the book. Several times she called Lamenta with a question, or a clarification about something she’d read.
Two evenings the first week, AnnaBelle went to the university and sat in on Iain’s lectures. The first night, sitting once again in the front row, she had watched and waited until he saw her. He covered his surprise well, but AnnaBelle saw the small smile as he began speaking. After the first lecture came to an end, Iain took her out to dinner at a small café on campus. The second evening, he knew she was coming, and made them reservations at a much nicer place, just a few miles off campus.
On Saturday morning, after being there for almost five days, AnnaBelle was surprised that the time had passed so quickly and that she was happy and contented. She had been unsure about how a life together might work out, but AnnaBelle was finding that she didn’t miss her life in Paris, or her work. Being with Iain satisfied her emotionally, sexually and intellectually. She ignored the little voice telling her that they still needed to discuss certain issues.
Saturday evening they were invited to attend a party given by the history department head, at his home. Iain had volunteered to cancel, but AnnaBelle had thought it would be fun to meet these people. Since it was a cocktail party, AnnaBelle went shopping Friday for the perfect little black dress. She didn’t really know any one else in the city, so Lamenta was the one who went shopping with her. Needless to say, AnnaBelle had a very difficult time discovering a plain black dress in the shops Lamenta normally visited.
AnnaBelle had just finished pulling the dress on when Iain came out of the bathroom. With a towel around his waist, AnnaBelle thought to herself that he was quite a hunk, despite being a college professor.
Iain could see her smile reflected in the mirror. “What’s the smile for?” he asked, pausing to rub a smaller towel over his hair.
AnnaBelle turned and leaned back against the dresser. “I was thinking that you are quite a stud muffin for a history professor!”
Iain laughed, shaking his head. He stopped a moment later as he noticed her dress. It was knee length, covered her from neck to knees, even with long sleeves. The dress draped in cowl-like folds at the neck and the top of the sleeves gave the same impression of draping before narrowing at her wrists. There was a gathering of material at one hip and more folds swathed down to the opposite hip. Other than the folds it was skin-tight and looked black, until she moved. Then the dress appeared to be a very dark blackish green, but with a shimmer like the pearl colors seen inside shells.
“Damn!” Iain muttered finally. “That is one hell of a black dress!”
AnnaBelle laughed and turned back to the mirror, affixing a small gold ball earring in one ear. Her hair was swept to that side and held in place with a dark clip. On the exposed ear, she had a dangling earring, courtesy of Lamenta, which was ornate, gold-colored and had tiny opalescent stones hanging from the intricate gold weave of the earring.
“I went shopping with Lamenta. I should have thought this through more thoroughly, considering what I’ve seen her dressed in so far. This was the most sedate thing I found between three stores. I was getting frustrated and ready to suggest Sears!”
Iain laughed as he came up behind AnnaBelle. “Now there is an interesting thought.”
She smiled at his reflection in the mirror. It was strange, but sometimes it seemed as if she couldn’t see him. Usually she just ended up shaking her head and blaming it on hormones. “What is an interesting thought?”
Iain lowered his head, and kissed her neck, right below her ear. “Lamenta in Sears!” He nibbled and kissed her skin, working his way to her earlobe. “If I weren’t on a diet, you would make a very tempting dinner.”
AnnaBelle shook her head. “I’d probably taste bad. The restaurant Lamenta took me to yesterday specializes in garlic, and seemed to be intent on getting it in everything but the tea.”
“Hmm,” Iain murmured as he walked towards his closet. “I wonder if she and Fauster have made up yet.”
AnnaBelle turned and watched Iain dress. “They have, but she is still making him pay, in small ways. I think Lamenta is surprising him. Fauster has been taking her for granted for much too long.”
Iain paused in tying his silk tie. “What has she done?”
“I’m not sure if I should reveal all of her secrets. She is not an ordinary human, from what I’ve figured out so far.”
“Honey, from the moment I first
met Lamenta there wasn’t a single thing about her I would have considered ordinary.” Iain pulled his suit jacket on. “I know she tells fortunes.”
AnnaBelle nodded. “Yes, but she is descended from the Druids, according to her great-grandmother’s recording of the lineage. It is all pretty interesting. Damn! If we don’t hurry, Iain, we’ll be late.”
“I’ll get the car while you grab your stuff and meet me out front.”
* * * * *
AnnaBelle enjoyed being introduced to Iain’s colleagues, even though he looked a little nervous and unsure, which seemed unusual to AnnaBelle, when he first introduced her as his girlfriend. She was so intrigued by the whole scene, so unusual from the life she had known previously that she didn’t care what Iain introduced her as. As they circulated through the different conversational groups at the party, AnnaBelle couldn’t miss the interested looks the men were giving her. Most of the women seemed friendly, until she met Claudia Drake.
The woman was tall, raven-haired and dark-eyed. She was model thin and as they approached the woman, Iain told AnnaBelle that she occupied the office next to his. There was no mistaking the cold look that displaced the warm and welcoming look on her face as Claudia first saw Iain. But as Iain introduced AnnaBelle, the drop in temperature was palpable to AnnaBelle.
“How nice to meet you, Ms. Blue.” Claudia held her hand towards AnnaBelle.
Unable to avoid touching the other woman, AnnaBelle shook her hand. A distinct chill raced through her body, and she knew it wasn’t only due to the woman’s cold skin. Pulling back as quickly as was polite, AnnaBelle watched while Claudia proceeded to ignore her and flirt with Iain. If she didn’t know better, or feel doubts in her skill of detection after all she’d been through recently, she would investigate the woman for being a vampire. But if Claudia was a vampire, why hadn't Iain told her?