Love Charms (13 page)

“Harder,”
she whispered again, arching up on to her tiptoes, the wet, aching squelch a
rising hum between them. “Fuck me harder... please... please...”

His
answer was to shove into her so hard that the table slammed into the wall and
he grunted with the effort. Annie gasped, praying no one had heard, but not
willing to make him stop. The delicious friction between them built upward,
carrying her with it on glorious wings. His hand reached under her to find her
clit. She moved to give him better access and angle, rocking and whispering,
“Yes, yes, yes” with every thrust, the added stimulation of his fingers pushing
her further toward her climax.

She
could feel the slap of his belly and balls, and he thrust, deeper and deeper,
as if he were trying to bury himself into her as far as he could. She gripped
the edge of the table to keep her balance, rocking back against him, spreading
wider. His hands found the sway of her breasts, moving down to rub her aching
little clit as he drove onward, upward, impaling her with every delicious inch
of him. Annie wanted to turn around, to see his face, to sit on his lap and
ride him, but she felt transfixed, completely lost and taken by his lust for
her.

She
moaned and rocked back on him, sinking his cock into her again and again. Her
hand joined his between her legs and she rubbed with him until her clit was
throbbing for release. He pressed his palm to her belly, using the leverage to
meet her as she ground her hips against him, dancing back onto the steel rod of
his cock. She forgot about the party going on in the other room. She forgot
about everything but the white hot sensation between her legs.

Annie
begged him for release, whispering his name again and again in the darkness.
She whimpered when he slowed, his hand gripping her ass so hard she thought she
might bruise. Then he pulled out, grabbing her and turning her over, to slip
back up into her without any guidance or direction at all, his cock already
knowing the way up into her tight, wet passage.

She
wrapped her legs around him, biting at his shoulder as they rocked the table
against the wall. He growled and nuzzled her breasts as she arched, making her
body squirm against his. She didn’t want it to end, but they were breathless
and panting, and neither of them could hold out any longer. They locked themselves
together, both of them careening over a rocking, slick edge, arching and
falling into the darkness of each other’s eyes as they came. She could feel his
cock pulsing between her thighs, spilling endless heat between them in long,
shuddering waves. She sank her teeth into the soft flesh of her forearm to keep
from screaming out loud, the force of it threatening to send her bucking off
the table. He held her hips tight, and she knew the involuntary fluttering and
twitching of her pussy were milking him as he jerked against her, groaning and
emptying himself into her flesh. They stayed that way for a moment, breathless,
as he collapsed over her, both of them seeming to vibrate at some higher
frequency together, out of time and space.

“Sweet
Annie,” he whispered into her ear, kissing her temple, damp with their effort.
“Everyone was right. You are the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“You
haven’t even seen me,” she murmured, rocking her hips forward. She felt him
softening, his cock beginning to slide out of her, breaking that aching
connection.

“Exactly,”
he said, straightening, tucking, adjusting. She did the same, pulling her skirt
down, buttoning her blouse, smoothing her hair. She turned to him in the
darkness and put her arms around him, surprising them both with her embrace. He
held onto her and they rocked as he leaned to kiss the top of her head.

Suddenly
Annie laughed, hiding her face in his shirt even though he couldn’t see her
blush. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“I
can.” He reached behind him to grab the chair, tugging it over to sit and pull
her into his lap. “Do you regret it?”

“No,”
she answered honestly, tucking her head under his chin. She seemed to fit
perfectly there. “I’m just surprised, I guess. I don’t usually do things like
this.”

“Neither
do I,” he admitted. They both heard the sound of music starting in the living
room. Annie couldn’t make it out, just the beat, a suggestion of a song. She
hoped that was all they could hear out there, too—a suggestion of what
might have happened in the kitchen.

“My
sister is going to flip when she finds out that we had sex on her kitchen
table.” Annie giggled.

“She
doesn’t have to know. Hey, do you want to get out of here? We can go back to
your place. Or any place.”

“Yes,”
she agreed, tilting her face up toward him. He was still just a silhouette in
the dark, a suggestion of a man. The intimacy of their act coupled with what
might still be revealed tonight settled in her belly with a force that left her
feeling uneasy and troubled. “Hey, I need to find my panties. Will you turn on
the light?”

“They’re
right here.” He dug into his front pocket and slipped them into her hand. She
fingered them in the darkness. The crotch was still damp.

“Come
on, let’s turn on the light and end the suspense,” Annie suggested. “I don’t
care what you look like. I mean, obviously. We just had mind-blowing sex! Well,
at least it was for me...”

“Me,
too,” he agreed, hugging her hips.

“Eric,
I have to see you.”

“If
it doesn’t matter, why do you need to see me?”

“I...don’t
know. But, sweetie, unless you’re a vampire or something, we have to go out in
the daylight eventually,” she teased.

“One
thing I’ve learned, doing what I do...women often say they want something, but
that isn’t really what they want at all. You’re telling me you want to turn on
the light and end the mystery, but that isn’t what you really want,” he
murmured, kissing her temple, her cheek, her jaw line.

“That
is the most sexist statement I’ve ever heard,” she snorted.

“It’s
true, isn’t it?”

“Maybe.”
She shrugged.

He
kissed her temple. “Annie, will you promise me something?”

She
looked up at him and marveled at how different she felt now than when she had
stormed into the kitchen. Yet no more than an hour had passed. “What?”

“A
promise is a commitment,” he said, his voice low. “I would never promise
someone something I couldn’t do, and I expect the same from others. It’s a
matter of integrity, of keeping your word. Do you understand that?”

Annie
swallowed hard. “Yes.”

“Then
let’s do this. No lights. I’ll meet you outside, okay? On the front porch.”

“It’s
dark out there.” She stated the obvious.

“Not
as dark as it is in here,” he countered, making her smile.

“Okay,
we’ll do this your way. Let me tell my sisters I’m going.”

Annie
stood, using his shoulder to steady herself as she slid her panties on. She
made a face she was grateful he couldn’t see. She was going to have to use the
bathroom before they left, too. “Help me find my boots?” She found one right
away, but the other evaded their fumbling in the dark for a few moments until
they found it wedged under the edge of a cupboard door.

“No
lights,” he reminded her, kissing her mouth and making her remember the heat
between them. “You promise?”

Flushing,
she smiled. “Yes. I promise.”

She
swung open the door, her eyes adjusting to see couples paired off and dancing
in the half-light. Annie spotted her sister near the bathroom, dancing with her
husband.

“Chloe,
come to the bathroom with me,” she whispered, tugging at her sleeve. Her sister
followed, shrugging at Dave as she shut the bathroom door behind them. Annie
flipped on the light.

“You
are not going to believe what just happened to me,” Annie whispered as she
pulled her panties down and sat to pee. Chloe stood at the door, her arms
crossed over her chest.

“You
mean while you were alone pouting in the kitchen?” Chloe scoffed, rolling her
eyes.

“I
wasn’t alone.” Annie grinned and bit her lip, reaching for the toilet paper.

Someone
knocked and the sisters both said, “Someone’s in here!”

“It’s
me, Becca!”

Chloe
opened the door for their sister, who came in and sat on the edge of the
enormous Jacuzzi tub.

“What’d
I miss?” Rebecca asked. “Holy cow, Annie, what were you doing in the kitchen,
wrestling?”

“Is
it that bad?” Annie flushed the toilet. At the sink, she peered into the mirror
as she washed her hands.

“So
what is going on with you?” Chloe asked, still propped against the door.

“There
was a guy under your kitchen table.”

“What?”
Rebecca echoed Chloe as she stood.

“In
fact...we had sex on your kitchen table.”

“Annie!”
both sisters exclaimed simultaneously.

Annie
grinned into the mirror, rubbing her fingers under her eyes to lessen the
raccoon-look and grabbed Chloe’s hairbrush from the shelf.

“And
now I’m going home with him.” She yelped when she brushed the back of her hair,
having forgotten about the lump on her head.

“Who
is this guy?” Chloe frowned.

“I
don’t know,” Annie admitted, grabbing a lipstick off the shelf and applying
some. “Ick! Chloe, how old is this stuff? And cheap! You have more money than
God, go visit the counter at Neiman Marcus once in a while, would ya?”

“What’s
his name? Is he cute? What does he do?” Rebecca stood behind Annie, helping her
tuck her skirt tag in and straighten the lines of her blouse.

“Eric.”

Chloe
shook her head, still frowning. “I don’t know an Eric.”

“You
don’t know everyone.” Annie sighed and grabbed a tissue to rub off the
awful-tasting lipstick.

“I
do in my own house!” Chloe insisted, reaching past Annie’s head and opening the
medicine cabinet. “We didn’t invite any Eric.” She handed her a twenty dollar
tube of Christian Dior lipstick. “All you had to do was ask. I keep that stuff
out for the cousins to play with.”

“Thanks.
Digital Brown? Who do they have naming these things now, robots?” Annie admired
the way it slid over her lips, like silk. Much better.

“Don’t
change the subject,” Chloe admonished. “We need to know who this mystery man
is.”

Annie
opened the cabinet back up to search for more. She found eye shadow, mascara,
eyeliner, and put them on the counter. “What does it matter? Seriously. He’s
incredible!” Annie beamed at Chloe in the mirror and then turned to grasp
Rebecca’s hands, squeezing.

“She
looks happy,” Rebecca admitted. She smiled back at Annie’s infectious
enthusiasm.

“Yeah,
and so did Diane Keaton in Mr. Goodbar. Remember what happened to her?” Chloe
quipped, reaching past Annie into the medicine cabinet again. “You need darker
mascara than that. Here.”

“Mr.
Goodbar?” Rebecca giggled. “Wasn’t that like 1970-something?”

“Richard
Gere.” Annie sighed. “Now there’s a man like fine wine...”

Chloe
stepped between them like she was breaking up a fight. “Listen, you two, I’m
being serious, now, okay?” Annie turned back to the task of applying make-up.

“So
bring him out! Let us meet this incredible guy,” Rebecca said, flipping the
fuzzy lid down and taking a seat on the toilet. “Does he look like Richard
Gere?”

“I’m
meeting him outside. He’s...kind of shy,” Annie explained, making her mouth
that strangely perfect, unconscious O as she applied mascara.

“Shy
enough to have sex on my kitchen table?” Chloe snapped.

“Shy
enough to hide under it for most of the party,” Annie said with a shrug.

“What,
is he deformed?” Chloe asked, making a face.

“Maybe
he has social anxiety disorder,” Rebecca remarked, handing her sister the
eyeliner. “My friend Bill has that.” Annie smiled a thank you.

“Annie,
be reasonable.” Chloe smoothed her sister’s long, dark hair affectionately with
her hand. “You don’t know this guy. What if he’s some psycho? I mean, a person
has to be pretty weird to be sitting under a table at a party, right?”

“Well...maybe...”
Annie admitted. She rubbed her lips together and grabbed another tissue to blot
them. In the harsh light of the bathroom, with both of her sisters there to
nudge her, she had to admit it was a pretty strange situation.

“Just
bring him out and let us meet him.” Chloe rested her chin on Annie’s shoulder,
looking at her through the mirror. “I’m sure if I don’t know him, Rebecca
probably does.”

“Chloe,
I can’t,” Annie admitted. “He wouldn’t even let me turn on the kitchen light.”

Chloe
sighed, shaking her head and pulling Annie’s hair fully out from under her
collar, gasping when she noticed the marks on her neck. “My god, did he do
this?”

Annie
blushed. “Yeah.”

“Okay,
this guy is bad news, Annie.” Chloe fingered her sister’s bruised flesh. “I’m
telling you. You can’t do this.”