I giggled as his cock twisted and stayed in me as we swapped. I rested my hands on his chest and smiled down at him. “I get to be on top?”
“Yeah honey.” He chuckled. “You get to be on top.”
I grinned down at him as I rose up and sank back down. His hands came to rest on my waist and helped lift me up and down. This was hot. Being on top had passion at an all-time high.
“I’m so close. I love this.” I moaned as his dick drove deep. His fingers on my waist dug in and the sting heightened my building high. I picked up speed and arched my back as rapture took over and Carl rested his hands over my breasts. Grinding myself down on him, he tweaked my nipples. Screaming as the pressure burst free, I fell over the edge exploding into a million pieces, euphoria seeping into every pore.
“Honey, oh Annabelle,” Carl moaned as his whole body tensed beneath me and he held me still as he filled me up.
I lay on top of him and hugged him. I listened to the erratic beat of his heart and I had to admit it was one of my favorite sounds. Closing my eyes, I basked in my blissed state.
Chapter Seven
Annabelle
I was so happy. The massive bouquet had been brought through the school and most of the teachers and Principal Douche had seen it. They were rainbow roses. One hundred rainbow roses. No one had ever gotten me roses, let alone my all-time favorite. Right now I would do anything for Carl. I was so happy I had a bounce in my step as I closed up the library for the holidays and held all my roses with both arms. They were really heavy, and even though my guards had offered to hold them I wasn’t giving them up no matter how much they weighted.
Lurch raised his brow as I skipped by him. “Happy?” he grunted.
He never said more than a word or two. I was used to him now after spending a little over four weeks with him. “Yes, I’m very happy. You do see the flowers? Everyone saw these flowers.”
“That’s good.”
“Yes, it’s perfect. It showed everyone that I’m loved. Carl loves me.” I probably looked like an idiot as I grinned like a loon and skipped along to the carpark with a hundred rainbow roses. They were heavy, really heavy, but I wasn’t giving them up.
I froze when I heard something I didn’t think anyone had ever heard. Lurch laughing. Matthew, who had stayed surprisingly quiet, stilled and stared bug eyed at Lurch, like he’d grown a second head. Neither of us could believe what we were hearing.
“Are you okay, Tomas? You sick or something?” Mathew muttered as he moved and felt Lurch’s forehead.
Lurch whacked Matthew’s hand away and tried to straighten his face, but it wasn’t working. Giving my best glare I tried not to crush my roses. “You’re not laughing at me are you?”
A limo pulled up before he could answer and I watched as Carl stepped out and took in the situation. “What the hell did you do to Tomas?”
I couldn’t hold back my giggle. “Lurch is laughing at me.”
Carl took the flowers off me and handed them to Mathew and gathered me against me. “This is funny to you honey?”
“He laughed,” I whispered, but not softly enough as Mathew laughed and Lurch made that noise again. This time Carl froze and I burst out into giggles.
“You’re something special.” Carl kissed me and I melted into it. Ahhh, he was such an amazing kisser. He eased away and nodded at Lurch. “Not many people can do what you’ve done. You’re so sweet.”
“I didn’t do anything special. I just showed him how happy I am about the flowers you got me.”
“Honey, he’s laughing because not only is your happiness infectious, you can barely hold the flowers, they’re so big and weigh so much.”
“Oh.” Carl was right. I bet a thirty year old lady skipping through school with a massive bunch of flowers that weighed a ton would look pretty funny.
“Come on honey. I have a surprise.” He moved me into the limo and followed behind me. “It’s the holidays and I have a present for you.” He handed me a box. “Open it.” He stared at me, waiting.
I ripped the paper off and opened a box, pausing at the contents. Tickets, my passport, a bikini, and a towel. Opening the tickets I squealed in excitement. “Vanuatu!”
“Two weeks in Vanuatu, honey.”
I threw myself at him. “Thanks! Oh my God, you’re amazing.”
Carl
Annabelle’s happiness was contagious. She phoned her mother and was now on the phone to her friend Brent. She had promised me he was gay and from the information I had on him it was true, but I still didn’t trust any man with my woman.