Chapter 18

Darlin', don't live without you
And your love
If I have
Those golden dreams
Of my yesterdays
I would wrap you
In the Heaven
'Til I'm dyin'
On the Way


Feel like makin'
Feel like makin' love
Feel like makin' love
Feel like makin' love
Feel like makin' love to you

Richie stared at Annie as the chorus crashed around them.  He swallowed hard at the sultry gleam in her sapphire eyes.

"Annie..." he mumbled hoarsely.  "You don't have to..."

"Hush."  Her finger against his lips silenced him.  "Richie.... I want to."

Richie sucked in a breath as her husky confession filled his head.  Wordlessly he nodded as a flush of heat rushed through his body.

Annie moved her finger from Richie's lips, drawing its tip lightly down his chin before dropping her palm against his heaving chest.  She smiled as she gently fingered the little silver cross gleaming against his moist skin.  Then she pulled her hand away.

Her gaze returning to Richie's, Annie pushed herself up on her hip, drawing her legs up to support her.  Her bare knees grazed Richie's denim-clad thighs with the movement, making him gasp softly.  Even that inadvertent, innocent contact sent another surge through his body.

Richie stared as Annie's pretty pink-tipped fingers curled under the hem of her tank top.  Her gaze still locked with his, Annabelle slowly pulled the garment up, baring her flat belly before revealing the creamy lace that covered her breasts.  Richie exhaled shakily as Annie pulled the tank over her head, tossing her blonde hair as she dropped the garment beside her on the old quilt.

Her lips curved into a sultry smile as she watched Richie's eyes lower to her chest.  There was no mistaking his want now.  He was no longer trying to put up a front, to be a gentleman and smother his attraction.  And that excited her even more.

"Richie..."  Annie reached again to his chest, resting her palm momentarily over his heart before curling her fingers to clutch at the damp cotton stretched across his torso.  With a gentle tug she made it clear what she wanted.  Richie jumped to oblige her.

Pushing himself up to sit facing her, Richie reached behind his neck and yanked the tank top up and over his head.  Pulling it free of the dark tangle of his hair, he tossed it aside.  Then he sat quiet, his tanned, bare chest slicked with a sheen of perspiration despite the light breeze wafting in from the water.

Feel like makin' love

Feel like makin' love

Feel like makin' love

Feel like makin' love to you

Annie breathed out, trying to stay calm as her hungry eyes slid over Richie's chest.  He wasn't ripped by any means, but bronzed skin stretched taut over firm, tight muscles.  Thin patches of dark fur scattered across his pectorals, curving around his brown nipples.  Smooth bare skin stretched between the twin swells of his pecs, glistening in the moonlight.  Annie's eyes followed the shiny path lower to the delicious dimple of his navel, half-hidden in the little creases of his abdomen as he sat awkwardly on his hip.

She didn't dare let her gaze drop lower.  Not yet. 

Her smile gentling, Annie again raised her eyes to Richie's.  Her heart skipped a beat at the need blazing in the dark mocha pools.  She tipped her head a little as she reached both hands behind her back and fingered the clasp on her bra.

"Oh God... " Richie breathed hoarsely as her breasts swelled against their cups with her movement.  He could see the dark rosy circles of her nipples through the flimsy lace.  Unconsciously he sucked his lower lip between his teeth and held his breath.

With a soft chuckle Annie released the hooks between her shoulder blades.  Moving one hand to modestly cover her breasts and hold her bra in place, she shrugged the straps over her shoulders, letting them slide down her arms.  Then with a little smirk she lowered her arms, allowing the lacy garment to fall away from her bosom.

Richie gasped softly at the sight of her bare breasts.  He raised a hand, then hesitated.  Again his eyes met hers and his heart flipped.  He smiled, seeing permission in her hopeful gaze.  

But when his hand moved again it was upward, to Annie's cheek. "My God, Annie..." he whispered.  "You're so damned beautiful..."  The word was a sigh against her lips, preceding his kiss.

"Ohhhh.... Richie...."  Annie let herself go, leaning forward to press her chest against his as her hands sought his waist.  The contact of their bare flesh made them groan together with delight.  Lowering his hand from Annie's cheek, Richie braced it against the truck's bed and leaned forward, kissing Annie more hungrily.

Chortling happily deep in her throat, Annie scooted closer to Richie, steadying herself with her arms around his waist.  Then she leaned back, urging him to follow her down onto the quilt.

Richie instinctively followed her lead, leaning with her until they were settled together on their sides.  They continued to kiss, their urgency increasing as the words and crashing drums and guitars crescendoed around them.

Feel like makin' love

Feel like makin' love

Feel like makin' love

Feel like makin' love to you

Annie moaned softly as she felt Richie's hand on her breast, gently cupping the firm globe before his fingers slipped over her nipple's peak.  She turned her head just enough to slide her lips from his and draw in a deep, shuddering breath.  Richie raised his head to look at her, anxious to see what emotion would grace her beautiful features.  He couldn't help but grin when he saw her blissful smile.

Dropping his cheek back to Annie's, he moved his lips to her ear.  "Annie... I want you so much," he whispered.

"I want you too, Richie... but slow.  We got all night."  Annie's sigh in his ear sent a tingle through his heated body.  God, he wanted to take it slow too, to spend the rest of the night making love to her.  But he was so revved up he wasn't sure how long he could last.  The first time, anyway.

He didn't answer, instead turning his lips to her neck.  Richie felt Annie tip her head back as he nuzzled between thick honeyed strands of blossom-scented hair, seeking her warm skin.  God, she tasted good--warm and sweet, with just a little salty tang of sweat.  Richie let out a soft groan as he realized he wanted to lick every inch of her, to fill himself with her taste.

As Richie suckled gently at her neck, his lips inching down toward her shoulder, Annie sighed happily and shifted beside him.  As she rolled onto her back Richie's hand slipped from Annie's breast to brace against the quilt by her side.  His lips never stopped their movement, slipping down to the notch of her throat.

"Oh, Darlin'... you taste so good...." Richie murmured against her skin.  "I bet you taste this good all over, don't you?"  With the lusty question Richie's hand moved to rest on Annie's stomach, his fingers slipping under the waist of her cutoffs.

Annie gasped softly, her hips automatically tipping upward toward his touch.  "I... I don't know," she teased gently.  "Why don't you tell me?"

Richie smiled against her delicious skin, surprised at the little blush he felt heating his cheeks at her veiled invitation.  He certainly had no reservations about eating pussy; in fact, he'd been told he was pretty damned good at it.  And Lord knew he wanted  a taste of Annie.

But first he wanted to revel in the feel and flavor of her flesh quivering under his lips  "Soon," he whispered, just before his lips closed around her nipple.

Annie whimpered softly, her eyes drifting closed as she arched against Richie's mouth.  Her entire body tingled with delight at his touch as her womb throbbed with longing.  Easy... she reminded herself silently.  Slow.  God, it will be SO good...

Richie suckled at Annie's breast for a long moment before levering himself up on his elbow and leaning to capture her other nipple between his lips.  At the same time his fingers tugged at the snap at her waist.  With a quiet pop it came loose, followed by a soft grate of her zipper parting under Richie's deft fingers.

"Oh!"  Annie gasped with delight as she felt Richie's fingers slide inside her panties, reaching for her warmth.  She was already drenched with anticipation; she had barely been able to control herself through their truth-or-dare foreplay.   When Richie's fingertips brushed lightly over her swollen clit she squeaked, biting back a full-fledged moan.  Her hands went to Richie's head, tangling in his thick mane as she fought to hold herself in check.

Sensing her near-loss of control Richie paused, withdrawing his hand from her panties and resting it on her hip.  He raised his head from her breast and smiled.  "You okay?"

"Uh huh..." Annie half-lied.  "Okay" wasn't exactly the word she would use... "fantastic" was more like it.  Or "tortured."  She giggled softly at the last word that sprung to mind.  "I just... I just need to slow down a little bit.  Or it's gonna be a shorter night than I thought."  She grinned at her self-deprecating tease.

"Oh, Darlin', that's just not true."  Richie gave Annie a direct look.  "Not if I have my way."

Annie couldn't stop the little groan from rumbling in her throat at Richie's declaration.  Jesus, just that look and that voice alone could make her orgasm over and over, until she was a quivering, spent mass.  "Good," she managed to rasp out before pulling his mouth down to hers and reaching for his fly.

"Christ..." Richie breathed as he felt Annabelle's hand cup his crotch and squeeze firmly.  His cock surged at the contact, demanding release from its denim prison.

"Richie..." Annie gasped through their kiss.

"Yeah?"

"Lay back."  She squirmed under him, trying to shift position to improve her reach.

Richie quickly complied, pulling his mouth from hers with a little pang of regret.  But that feeling was quickly replaced as Annie raised herself up on an elbow beside him.  The sight of her beautiful breasts, moist from his mouth and shining in the moonlight, sent a powerful bolt of lust through his groin.

With a deep groan Richie stretched out his legs and let his hands fall limply onto his chest.  He gulped in two deep breaths, trying to calm himself and bracing for what he knew was about to happen.  The last thing he needed to do was cum all over Annie's hand the second she touched him.

Annie took her own deep breath as she let her eyes slide over Richie's glistening torso before stopping on his waist.  She knew he was rock-hard; one little squeeze had told her as much.  And he was big.  There was no doubt about that.  She shivered slightly in anticipation of how good he would feel, sliding inside her.

Pushing herself up a little further on her elbow, Annie moved her hand to Richie's waist.  As he had done to her, she let her palm rest against his belly for a moment before slipping her fingers under the waistband of his jeans.  Her lips parted in a soft gasp of surprise when she felt the smooth skin of his head against her fingertips.

He wasn't wearing any underwear.

Richie grunted softly, his abs contracting under Annie's hand at the contact.  She paused for a moment, turning  her face to look at him.  She smiled when she saw his eyes were squeezed shut and his jaw was clenched; obviously he was trying hard to maintain his control.

But she didn't really feel like helping him with that right now.  Returning her gaze to his waist, Annie pushed her hand further inside Richie's jeans. The sticky warmth of his pre-cum moistened her fingers as she slid her hand down the length of his shaft until finally his head was under her palm.  She paused for a long moment, relishing the feel of him, then slowly withdrew her hand.

When her fingers cleared his waistband Richie exhaled with a rush of breath.   Annie chuckled softly and turned again to look at him.  This time his eyes were half-open and hooded with desire.  "God, Annie..." Richie mumbled hoarsely.

Annie didn't reply. She just dipped her head to place a gentle kiss against his lips before popping open the button on his jeans.  Richie groaned softly against her mouth before she pulled away.  Then she carefully lowered his zipper and pushed aside the two halves of denim.

"Oh, Baby...." Richie groaned as Annie's small hand wrapped around his freed member.  "My God, that feels sooooo gooooood....."

Annie chuckled softly.  "You're so hard," she observed quietly.

"I know..."

Annie giggled out loud at that.  "Sorry.  I didn't mean... I know you've been... um... aroused... all night."  She gave Richie a sympathetic smile.  "I'm sorry."

Richie took another deep breath.  "S'okay." he murmured hoarsely.

Annie looked at Richie's beautiful face and melted.  Suddenly she felt guilty for making him wait, for drawing things out like this.

"Richie... make love to me.  Now."

Annie's hand left Richie's cock and she pushed at his jeans, nudging them down over his hips.  With a ragged breath Richie helped her, raising his hips and shoving the pants down his ass and thighs before curling up to sit and dragging them the rest of the way off his body.

Naked, Richie turned on his hip toward Annabelle.  He pawed at her cutoffs and panties, deftly sliding them down her smooth legs and tossing them onto the pile of his own jeans.

Annie felt herself trembling as she lay on her back, gazing up at Richie.  She couldn't believe how much she wanted him.

Richie hesitated for a moment, his gaze sweeping over Annie's body.  Jesus, she looked so beautiful, her nude body bathed in warm golden moonlight, her honeyed hair fanned out under her head against the ragged old quilt.  In the night's soft glow he could swear he saw a halo encircling her pretty head.

 "Richie... please..."

Silently Richie lowered his body onto Annie's, covering her.  Their sighs mingled at the meeting of their flesh, her soft curves molding against his hard planes.  Annie's thighs slipped apart to allow Richie to settle between them.  His rigid length pressed against her warm mound, throbbing lightly with his pulse.

Richie braced himself on his elbows and gazed down at Annabelle's angelic face.  Her eyes sparkled like sapphires back at him.  "Ready?"

"Yes."

Annabelle drew in a long breath as she felt Richie shift against her, his swollen head probing at her warm entrance.  Then he pushed forward, inching inside her. "Oh!" she gasped out as she felt her walls stretching to surround his girth.

"Are you okay?  I'm not hurting you, am I?"

The worry in Richie's voice sent a pang of guilt through Annie's heart.  She smiled and shook her head.  "No.  I just... just take it slow, okay.  I need a minute... to adjust."  She chuckled softly.

"Okay."  Richie flexed his hips forward again, carefully pushing his cock deeper inside her.  He winced as he felt the telltale tingle in his balls, knowing he wasn't going to last long at this rate.  But he couldn't just go crazy and start pounding her.  He didn't want to hurt her.  And he wanted her to enjoy their lovemaking, not just be a receptacle for his cum.

Annie blew out a long breath, then smiled.  Richie breathed his own sigh of relief as he felt Annie's walls relax a bit around him.  "Better?"

"Yeah," Annie whispered, then leaned up to brush a kiss across Richie's lips.  "Let's go." She slipped her arms around his torso and pulled him down closer to her, reclaiming his lips in a more passionate kiss.

Richie growled softly as he felt Annie shift beneath him, raising her legs to wrap around his waist.  "God, Annie..." he gasped against her mouth.  "It won't... I won't...."

"Shhh.  Come on Richie... Just...."  Annie gasped as he started to move, thrusting gently.  "Oh God!  Oh... Yeah!"  Annabelle felt a wave of tingling heat radiate out from her core.

"Jesus, Richie!" she yelped as she  felt the hard ridge of his head rub hard over her g-spot.  Though he has hardly moving, carefully stroking inside her, their fit was so perfect that she was already about to climax.

"What?  Annie, does it hurt?"  Richie froze again.

Annie's hands dropped to Richie's ass, her fingers digging into his tensed glutes.  "No!" she gasped.  "My God, don't stop!"

The urgency in Annie's plea ignited Richie.  He shoved his hips hard against Annie's, making her yelp out with surprise.  "Christ, Annie..." he growled through clenched teeth.  "I... I can't hold on...."  His body tensed as he tried to hold back his orgasm.

"Richie, come!"  Annie gasped, holding on tight and bracing for her impending explosion.  "God, Richie...please..."  Her eyes squeezed shut as she felt her walls ripple as her climax triggered.

"Oh GOD...." Richie groaned with relief as his orgasm rushed forth, a tidal wave of his desire filling Annie's womb.   "Oh, Annie...."

Despite his own rapture Richie was aware of Annie shuddering under him, caught in the throes of her own desire.  He braced himself up on his elbows so as not to crush her, then looked down at her.

Richie watched, fascinated, as Annie's face contorted with ecstasy, her cheeks flushed a rosy crimson and her lips parted in a silent shriek of pleasure.  Slowly, as her body calmed, her grimace relaxed to a sated smile.  She panted softly, her skin glowing with the sheen of her exertion.

When she opened her eyes Richie's beautiful smile was the first thing that swam into view.  Annabelle's heart clenched at the wonder in his deep chocolate eyes.

Then came his words, in a husky, reverent whisper.

"Annie.... I love you."