by Dakote Trace
"We can't do this out here." She locked her eyes with his. "People will see." She tried persuasive reasoning with him.
"I don't care! Let them watch. They’ll only see two people deeply in love. And I'm right, aren't I? You love me just as much as I love you, don't you, little one?"
"I can't believe you call me 'little one.'" She wiggled as he worked his other hand under her blouse and captured one of her stiff nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Giving it a tweaky little squeeze, he toyed with it until it became even harder and more sensitive to his touch.
"Don't you?" he asked again, then emphasized with a hard enough squeeze she moaned loudly and writhed against his restraining hold.
"Zephyrus." She squirmed and begged.
"Annabelle - answer me!" He slipped two of his calloused fingers inside her dampening sheath and fluttered them back and forth rhythmically.
"Oh, yes, I..." she stuttered as she raced along the edge of an intense orgasm.
“That's it, little one, come all over my fingers." He pressed his mouth against her shoulder, before leaning in and fastening his mouth to the crook of her neck. Biting down hard enough for her to feel it, he also squeezed her hard clit between his thumb and the fingers inside of her, rubbing against her sensitive vaginal walls. His actions triggered her shattering orgasm.
"Oh my god!" She arched against him as her orgasm burst over her, long and hard.
"Damn it, yes!" He bent his legs slightly, pulled his wet fingers out, and replaced them with the tip of his engorged manhood. When she arched back against him to recapture his wonderful fingers, Annabelle was surprised, but could only moan even louder as she impaled herself on him. At least she wasn't the only one moaning, she thought with a small part of her awareness. Zephyr was behind her and buried deep inside of her clinging sheath. She could only continue to moan as he began the rhythmic thrusting designed to drive them both over the edge.
"Damn, little one, you're so hot and wet, I could stay inside of you all night." He surged in and out of her tight sheath. Annabelle heard the sound of their flesh slapping against each other, and feel the wetness leaking from between her thighs. She breathed raggedly as she drew closer to her next orgasm.
Pushing back against him, she tried to break his grasp, but found she couldn't. Zephyr had resumed his pinning hold on her. With his mouth attached to her neck, one arm wrapped around her waist and the other squeezing her tight nipples, all she could do was be used like a rag doll for his pleasure. And hers, she thought dimly, as she neared the precipice’s edge again. When he felt her sheath tightening around him and her climax beginning, he growled. Moving the hand from her waist, he found her hard nubbin and started rubbing it firmly. That was all Annabelle needed to explode violently against him. Her muscles convulsed and triggered the beginning of his own climax.
"Oh my god!" she screamed and threw her head back.
"That's it!" He continued to pound in and out of her. Locking his knees, Zephyr knew it was only one sweep before he too exploded inside of her.
"Do you want me to pull out, little one?" he gasped harshly. "Or do you want my baby!" He fought to stop his movements against her.
"Yes." She started tensing for the third time.
"Yes, what?" he panted, still thrusting. "Baby or no baby...?" He skated dangerously close to his own point of no return.
"Baby...." Her eyes closed tight and her legs tensed, preparing for their mutual climax.
"Baby, it is," he growled as he let go.
Pushing her harder against the case, he pounded his way through one of the most intense orgasms of his life. Annabelle screamed as he pulled her over the cliff’s edge with him. For the next few moments, the shop rang with their harsh cries, slapping flesh, and the sound of the display case squeaking as it protested its unintended use as a mating bed.
When the air finally cleared, Annabelle found herself draped over the display case she’d spent many hours salivating over, using her delectable chocolate man as a blanket. Zephyrus was the first to break into their panting, gasping, almost sobbing gulps of air.
"I hope you meant it, little one."
"Meant what?" she whispered softly, not wanting to move.
"That you wanted to have my baby. I come from a long line of fertile men. I'm the youngest of eight."
"No one said anything about having a tribe." Her shoulders shook with silent laughter.
"Then why did you tell me to stay?" He lightly bit her shoulder in response.
"The chocolate made me do it." She looked down at the beautifully arranged pieces of chocolate under her in the display case and savored his weight against her.
Epilogue
Annabelle stood beside her uncle and waited impatiently for the music to start. She couldn't believe it had only been twenty-four hours since Zephyr had locked them in together. True to his word, as soon as his sister let them out the next morning, he’d packed both of them and her aunt and uncle on a plane to Las Vegas.
In route, he had called his mother and asked her to make the four hour drive from Sun City, Arizona to Las Vegas. She’d agreed immediately, so by the time their plane had touched down in Vegas, his mother had been waiting. She’d taken immediately to Annabelle.
"Are you ready, sweetheart?" Her uncle asked as the traditional wedding music filled the small but beautiful chapel.
"Yes." She tugged on his arm.
"You love him?" he asked.
"Yes. I do. Deeply...truly!"
"And he loves you?" he prompted, smiling when he noticed her tapping her foot.
"Yes."
"And are you going to give Kira and me some grandbabies to love on?" He asked.
"Yes." She gave him an impatient stare.
"When?"
"Eight months from now. Come on." She jerked on his arm again.
"What?" he exclaimed. "You're pregnant!" His shout echoed off the walls of the chapel and found the stunned groom, who was standing and waiting with the preacher.
"Pregnant?" His mother's voice floated from the first pew.
Zephyrus stormed up the aisle towards them. He stopped in front of the furiously blushing Annabelle.
“Little One?” Zephyrus gently lifted her chin, so he could look into her wonderful warm eyes.
“I guess I come from a line of fertile women?” she explained, her voice quavering.
“The first time?”
“Yeah.” She nodded as her cheeks warmed.
“I love you, Annabelle.” He pressed his mouth against her lips. Then he turned to lead them both back to the altar.
"Grandbabies. I don't know what happened to her." Her uncle walked over and stood next to his wife.
"The chocolate made her do it." Zephyr grinned over his shoulder as they stopped in front of the smiling preacher.
The End
ABOUT DAKOTA TRACE
Dakota hails from the home state of the Hawkeyes, corn and pigs. Surrounded by children’s laughter and the corn fields, she crafts her stories. She enjoys writing romances and sci-fi/fantasy stories. She is a romantic at heart, so even the sci-fi stories have an underlying romantic plot. She started writing at the tender age of fourteen and hasn’t stopped since. Although it is a mystery to most where she finds the time to write. Aside from being a full time wife and mother, she also works the dreaded overnight shift at a clothing company.
To find out more about Dakota visit her at http://dakotatrace.wordpress.com/.
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When Mitchell gently placed her on the thick mattress, she could only stare up at him with a wide-eyed expression. For the longest time they held eye contact. Kelly felt as if Mitchell was sending her a message, telling her how much he wanted her right then. A fleeting thought swiftly passed through her head. How could he want such a disfigured woman? As quickly as the thought filled her head, it disappeared.
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Kelly couldn’t get enough of his magnificent body. He looked so strong and virile, the sight made her feel breathless. When her gaze roamed down the length of him, she stopped purposely on his erection, filled with desire for her.
Slowly, he joined her on the bed and his lips began kissing her smooth skin, making their way down her body toward her open legs. When he reached her hair-covered mound, his tongue began flicking across her clitoris in rapid movements. The meaty part of her clit became rigid under his sensual assault. She was experiencing so much pleasure, her legs began to move wildly.
She realized the moaning sound filling the room was coming from her, spurred on by the wondrous sensations Mitchell was making her experience. She felt the juice beginning to flow from her pussy and she couldn’t stop from reaching down and running her fingers through his hair. Her exploring fingers kept up a steady movement until finding his broad shoulders. His skin felt so tight and firm beneath her fingers she felt an even more sensuous thrill sweep through her.
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