Chapter 21

“Uh… Uh huh…” Richie groaned softly as he felt his cock thicken in Annie’s grasp.  “I think you’re right.”

Annie giggled and released him before leaning forward, bracing her hands against the truck bed on either side of Richie’s waist.   Her eyes sparkled as she gave him a saucy smile.  “You do, huh?”

Richie watched Annie’s breasts sway over his chest as she dropped her head to kiss him.  He grunted again against her mouth as she let her torso lower until her nipples brushed against his chest.  His dick throbbed eagerly at the contact.

Richie’s breath escaped in a rush when Annie broke the kiss.  With another soft giggle she sat back on her heels, letting her hands rest on her thighs for a moment.  She smirked as she boldly regarded his now-swollen shaft.  “Yee-Haw,” she drawled playfully.

With that Annie raised up on her knees and reached forward.  Steadying herself with her hands against Richie’s abdomen she slipped one leg across his thighs, straddling his lap.  She settled down upon him, purring delightedly as she purposely shifted a couple extra times, rubbing against him.

“Oh, Jesus!” Richie gasped as he felt her moist lips stroke against his rigid length.  “Fuck, Annie…”

“Yeah, that’s the plan.”  Annie chuckled huskily as she smirked down at Richie.

His eyes meeting hers, Richie grinned.  Struggling slightly to push himself up from his elbows, he curled his torso forward until he was sitting half-upright.  His hands went to her hips, steadying himself. 

“Ya know, you’re pretty naughty for a sweet, innocent lil’ Southern Belle.”  His tease was soft and husky as he reached for her lips.

Annie drew back, denying his kiss.  She gave him a saucy grin.  “Who said anything about Southern girls being innocent?  Or sweet, for that matter?”

“Ain’t they?”  Richie chortled at her challenge.  “That’s what they lead the boys to believe, anyway.”

Annie’s smirk turned wicked.  She gave her hips a little pulse, rubbing a little harder against Richie’s cock.  She chuckled at his involuntary wince of pleasure.  “Well now you’re just makin’ assumptions, based on a stereotype.  We ain’t all Scarlett O’Hara, ya know.”

Richie growled softly and leaned further forward, reaching again for her mouth.  He couldn’t help but chuckle when she withdrew further, continuing her tease.

“Oh, you ain’t all supposed to be demure and blushing and sweet and ladylike?”

“No.”  Annie arched a brow and tilted her head questioningly.  “Just ‘cause you’re from New Jersey and you have an Italian name, you supposed to be in the Mafia?”

Richie couldn’t stop a snort of laughter at that.  She had nailed him with that sharp tease.

“No,” he laughed.  “Touche’.  So you ain’t sweet and innocent and I ain’t Mobbed up.”

“Sounds like we’re a perfect match, then.”  Annie’s smile gentled as she raised her hand.  Using her thumb to push the brim of her Stetson up away from her face, she drifted forward, offering her lips to him.

“Yeah,” Richie breathed as he tasted her lips, kissing her gently before pushing his tongue inside her mouth.  He growled softly as he felt Annie’s arms slide around his torso, pulling him closer to her body.  The warmth of her breasts pressing against his pecs sent another surge to his groin. 

“Oh, God…. Annie…” Richie sighed as she slipped her mouth from his to nuzzle at his cheek.  He hugged her gently and smiled as her hair swept across his face, filling his nostrils with sweet perfume.

“Help me, Richie.”  Annie breathed in his ear.  She raised herself slightly off his lap, sure he would understand what she meant.

He did.  Immediately Richie’s hand slid from her hip to the juncture of her thighs.  He smiled at her soft gasp when his  fingers slipped between her slick folds, gently stroking across the ready little nub at the fore. 

“You’re wet.”  His breath against her ear made Annie’s thighs quiver.

“Yeah,” she whispered before pulling back enough to stare at him with need-filled eyes.

Richie gazed back at her for a moment, watching her as he brushed his fingertip across her clit.  He swore he saw sparks in the deep midnight pools, like the stars twinkling against the velvety blue sky above.  His lips curved upward as he watched her lashes flutter and her lids drop when he pushed his fingers downward, then curled them up inside her.

“Oh!” she gasped.  The breathy exclamation made Richie’s cock throb.

Unable to help himself, Richie dropped his eyes from Annie’s beautiful face to his hand.  He sucked in a sharp breath as he watched his long fingers snake through her tawny curls, playing her.  His dick pressed urgently against the back of his hand, its swollen purple head pulsing as his knuckles dragged across the rigid flesh while his fingers delved into Annie’s satiny warmth.

“Ohhhhh…. Richie…..”  Annie’s husky half-moan made it apparent she was ready for more.  With a deep breath Richie turned his hand over, circling his index finger and thumb around his shaft.  He carefully pushed his cock forward, angling it against her mound.  In response she flexed her thighs, raising herself just a bit more, aligning with him until he was pressing at her entrance.

“Easy…”  Richie breathed as he watched his head half-disappear into her curls.  “Annie… Ohhh….”  He groaned quietly as Annie slowly lowered himself onto him, easing herself down onto the thick pillar of his erection.  He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of his cock disappearing into her as she slowly enveloped him.

Annie stifled a little squeak of discomfort as she took Richie inside her.  She didn’t want him to think he was hurting her; he really wasn’t.   As she felt herself stretch to sheath him she grunted softly, from pleasure rather than pain.  She just had never had a man of his stature before.  Annie chuckled quietly to herself at the realization.

“Richie… lay back.”  She pressed lightly against his pecs.

“But it feels so good….”

Annie giggled softly.  “Trust me, Darlin’.  You won’ t be sorry.”  She pushed again at his firm chest, now slicked with perspiration.

With a half-sigh Richie did her bidding, still gripping her hips as he curled backward until he was again reclining on the blanket.  His eyes glowed with eager delight as he gazed up at her nude body, perched on top of his, bathed in moonlight.

Annie pulled in a deep breath and shifted again on his lap, taking him in a little bit more.  This time she couldn’t contain her squeak as she felt the ridge of his head rub hard against the magic spot deep inside her womb.  Involuntarily she sucked her lower lip between her teeth.

“Relax,” she breathed, almost as much to herself as to Richie.  Her hands covered his on her hips, gently prying his long fingers away from her flesh.  She guided Richie’s hands to his abdomen and let them rest there.  “Let me take care of you.”

Richie smiled at her choice of words and what he was sure was an unconscious subtext.   She had taken care of him already in so many ways; now she was on the verge of satisfying his most carnal needs.  And in doing so, she would most likely take care of her own.

Richie sucked in and puffed out a long breath, then raised his arms to cradle his hands behind his head.  He grinned.  “Yes ma’am.  Or should I call you Annie Oakley?”

Annie giggled softly and again reached up to tug at the brim of her hat.  “Well, I don’t have any six-guns, but I can sure ride ‘em, Cowboy.”  She gave him a saucy smirk as she rocked her hips forward, making Richie gasp.  She paused for a moment, then moved back, then forward again.

“Jesus, Annie…”  Richie’s hoarse statement trailed off as his senses were filled by her.  His ears heard only her breath and her husky purr of pleasure.  Her sweet, musky scent made his nostrils flare with desire.  Her taste lingered on his lips and in his mouth, leaving him hungry for more.  The contact of her flesh against his sizzled through his synapses, blanketing him with heat.  And his eyes widened with desire, drinking in her moonlight-dappled naked glory. 

She filled him up, leaving him wanting for nothing.  Not even sweet release.  Not yet.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Richie whispered, watching Annie’s round breasts sway with the gentle rock of her hips against his.  Behind his head his fingers itched to reach up, to trace the dusky dimpled rosettes of her perfect nipples and feel them contract under his fingertips.

Her response was her broadening smile and another little tug at the brim of her hat.

Annie paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of him under and inside her.  She gazed down at Richie’s gorgeous face, masked with wonder.  Her soul warmed at his tender expression and at the realization he filled her heart with emotion as amply as he filled her walls with his manhood.

“Oh, Richie…” she sighed softly, letting her eyes drift from his face down his body.  Her gaze stopped on his belly button, bracketed by her hands resting against his taut, tanned abdomen.  She smiled again at the little dimple and at her own happiness.

“Annie?”  Richie’s husky almost-whisper carried his question.

She raised her gaze back to his and saw the need in his deep chocolate eyes.  “Hang on,” she commanded, giving him a little wink before tensing her thighs, raising herself.  She sucked in a breath as she felt him slide half-out of her with the movement, his ridge dragging against her walls.  Jesus, it felt good.  She just hoped she could maintain her self-control long enough to give Richie his pleasure. 

Richie gasped at Annie’s slow ascent from his lap, then yelped in surprise as she dropped quickly, driving his cock deeper into her womb.  Her walls were so tight around him they felt like elastic, giving just enough for him to move but squeezing him with constant pleasurable pressure.  His eyes slipped momentarily closed, then he dragged them back open to focus on Annie.  He didn’t want to miss a single glimpse of her erotic beauty.

A quiet giggle mingled with Annie’s whimper of pleasure at her movement.  She gave Richie a sultry smile, then with a little toss of her head she again tensed her thighs.  Her fingers curled against Richie’s abdomen as she steadied her balance with her hands.  She began to pulse up and down on Richie’s cock, riding him. 

Annie grunted softly with her effort, starting with slow, measured movements then quickly picking up speed.  With each stroke she felt herself slick more, with each up-and-down motion she lowered herself a little harder.  Soon her every downstroke was accented with the moist slap of flesh on flesh as her cheeks impacted Richie’s pelvis.  The deliciously dirty sound enhanced her arousal.  She moaned softly.

“Oh my GOD, Annie…” Richie gasped raggedly.  Of their own accord his hands escaped from behind his head and went again to her hips.  He grasped her warm flesh, trying not to grab her too roughly as her gyrations increased in speed and intensity.  “Jesus!”

“Hang on, Cowboy!” Annie half-laughed, half-panted.  Her entire body was tingling with arousal, a fire spreading through her womb as Richie’s shaft seemed to swell even more inside her.  She could feel his pulse throbbing inside her, his shaft seeming to flex with his heartbeat.  She knew it wouldn’t take long to bring him to orgasm; she just hoped she wouldn’t get there first.  She wanted to watch him, to see pure ecstasy of her own making mask his handsome face, before she lost her own senses.

In response Richie’s fingers dug hard into Annie’s hips.  Involuntarily his head thrashed to the side as she bounced hard on his crotch.  With almost superhuman effort Richie dragged his face back forward and opened his eyes, focusing on her glowing blue eyes framed by a wild tangle of black-felt-topped honey-blonde hair.  “Christ…” he grunted as he felt Annie’s cheeks clench around his balls.  He could hardly believe how deep she had taken him.  It felt incredible.

He wanted more.  Bending his knees and bracing his heels against the truck bed, Richie thrusted his hips upward, instinctively meeting Annie’s downstroke.  Her squeal of surprise ignited him further, encouraging his movement.  “God, ANNIE!” Richie gasped, bucking hard against her, lifting her off her knees with his movement.

“Ohhh… My… GOD…. Richie!!!!”  Annie panted.  Her eyes widened and she clutched at Richie’s sides, trying to hang on as he took control of their furious movement.  As she bounced wildly on Richie’s crotch Annie’s Stetson slid sideways, then tumbled down her back onto Richie’s thighs.   She giggled through her gasps as she realized her little ride had suddenly turned into a rodeo event.

“Oh, Annie!  I’m gonna come!”  Richie gasped.  I’m gonna….”

“Come on, Baby!”  Annie encouraged, her voice breaking with her own arousal.  “Let it go…”  She grinned as she saw Richie’s grimace of release a split-second before she felt him erupt inside her.  His cock spasmed hard against her walls, stretching her even further.  The shock of exquisite pain momentarily stunned her, then sent her spiraling to higher, to the apex of her desire.

“Oh, RIIIIIICHIIIIIEEEEEEE!”  Annie wailed as she lost control.  Her climax exploded, fireballing out through her synapses and leveling her.  It was all she could do to remain upright.  Her chin dropped to her chest, her golden mane curtaining her cheeks as she panted. 

She sat rigid for a moment, her body clenched with ecstasy around the source of her pleasure.  Annie could still feel Richie’s cock pulsing inside her, each little throb like an aftershock.   Her heart thundered in her chest as she gasped for air, trying to regain her breath.  Then her spine weakened and she slumped forward.  She slipped from her knees and collapsed onto Richie’s sweaty chest, her cheek coming to rest on his shoulder and her lips next to his ear.

“Oh my God…” she sighed.  “That was… was…”

She felt Richie chuckle under her, the sound rumbling in his chest between his own labored breaths and thudding heartbeat.  “Heaven,” he breathed.

“Yeah,” Annie sighed in agreement.  “Heaven.”

Richie smiled and slipped his arms around Annie’s waist, hugging her against him.  “You lost your hat,” he remarked with a breathy laugh.  He puffed away a damp lock of her hair that fell across his lips.

“It was… a little wilder ride… than I expected,”  Annie panted softly.  She let out her own husky chuckle before pulling in a deep breath, holding it, then slowly exhaling.  She felt her pulse slow a tic as the influx of fresh oxygen filled her lungs and raced through her bloodstream.  She repeated the breath, then laughed again.  “Didn’t expect a bucking bronco.”

Richie’s laugh was music to her ears, husky and warm.  “Well you couldn’t expect me to just lay there.  I mean, Jesus, Annie…”  He chortled throatily.  “Ain’t no man coulda laid still for that.”

Annie smiled and turned her lips to Richie’s sweaty chest.  She savored the taste of his skin on her lips after pressing a kiss against his pec.  “Yeah, it was pretty good from my position too,”  She giggled softly.  Pretty good? Hell, it was fantastic…

“Hey.”  Richie’s quiet word told Annie what he wanted.  With another breath she raised her head to look at him.  His adoring gaze almost stopped her heart.

“Thank you.”  Richie blinked mistily, receding lust still swirling in his eyes. “I mean it, Annie.  Not just for this… for tonight.  For all of it.  For… I…”  His voice faltered as he searched for the right words.

Annie’s eyes moistened as she smiled back at him, touched by his earnestness.  She blinked back happy tears as she reached for him.  “You’re welcome,” she whispered against his lips.

After a long, tender kiss Annie and Richie sighed In unison.  Annie dropped her cheek against Richie’s shoulder, snuggling against his chest.  She didn’t want to move, to break their union.  She wanted to keep him inside her as long as possible, to hold him in her intimate embrace.

They lay together for a long time, listening to each other breathe and to the radio and the sounds of the night.  It was Annie who finally broke the silence.  “I wish we could stay here forever.”

Richie smiled at her soft lament.  He would like nothing more to remain here in the back of Annabelle’s old truck, cradling her in his arms, feeling her heart beat against his.  There was only one other place he could think of on the whole Earth that would be better than this.

“Annie… let’s go home.”

Annie smiled at his gentle words.  She understood.

“Okay.  Home.”