Chapter 27

Richie’s pulse raced as Annabelle led him up the front porch steps, through the screen door, and into the living room.  Pausing just inside the front door, Annie released Richie’s hand and stepped away from him, over to lift the lid on the stereo cabinet in the corner.  Richie took a deep breath as he watched her, trying to calm his surging anticipation.

A quiet click was followed by soft music, then Annie straightened and turned to smile at Richie.  She held out her hand again, her blue eyes glowing in the dusky moonlight that flooded through the picture window.  “C’mon,” she invited quietly.

Richie swallowed hard and reached out to take Annie’s offered hand.  His smile mirrored hers as together they moved across the room and down the little hall.  Richie paused at the threshold of Annie’s bedroom, tugging lightly at her hand.

Annie turned to him, puzzlement in her gaze.  “Richie?”  His name on her husky voice was an uncertain question.

“It’s okay.”  Richie’s reply was soft.  “Just…”

He tugged again at Annie’s hand as he stepped close to her.  His free hand settled on her hip as he smiled down at Annie before lowering his mouth to hers. 

Richie’s whole body flushed with warmth as Annie responded to his kiss.  Her body arched toward his as her arms slipped to encircle his waist.  She sighed against his mouth, a meek whimper of anticipation slipping from her throat. 

Richie responded in kind, moaning softly as he pushed her back, pinning her to the paneled wall.  They gasped in unison as her soft curves yielded to his taut muscles.

“Oh, Richie…”  Annie slid her mouth from his, her head tipping back as she felt Richie’s lips move along her jaw and to her throat.  “I… God…”  She pulled in a breath and tried again.  “We… we got all night…”

It took a second for the meaning of her words to penetrate his brain.  Then Richie groaned before gently nipping Annabelle’s delicious throat.  “Yeah…” he sighed, half to himself.  “Sorry.  I… I’m just a little… excited.”

Annie giggled softly and brushed her lips across Richie’s.  “Me too.  But I wanna take our time.  Savor it.” She giggled again.  You know, since we’re not gonna get interrupted here.”

Richie chortled quietly.  “Yeah, guess not.  Ain’t like we’re out in the open, hiding out in the woods or something.”

“Like last night,” Annie finished for him.  She gave him a little smirk, her eyes sparkling.  “And tonight we’re stone-cold sober.”

Richie grinned.  “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Not at all.”  Annie giggled again at his tease.  “This time I’ll know for sure I’m not dreamin’ or hallucinatin’ or somethin’.”  Her smirk softened.  “That it’s all real.”

Richie’s smile faded as he gave Annie an earnest look.  “It’s all real, Annie.  How you make me feel…” His voice dropped to a husky whisper as again his lips lowered to hers.  “How I want to make you feel…”  Richie pressed his body hard against Annabelle’s as they shared another breathless kiss.

Annie whimpered needfully against Richie’s mouth as she felt his hands slide roughly over her buttocks, to the tops of her thighs.  Arching her back to push her hips hard against against his, Annie pulled her arms from around Richie’s waist.  She snaked them around his neck just before Richie lifted her, his mouth not leaving hers. 

Annie gasped and wrapped her legs around Richie’s waist as he pushed her harder against the wall, their kiss turning fierce.  Her whimper turned to a hoarse moan as she flushed with wet heat at the feel of Richie’s cock surging against her crotch.  Richie responded instinctively to her heightened arousal, his hips thrusting forward to intensify the contact. 

“Ri… Richie…” Annie panted, pulling her mouth from his.  “We… we got…”  The rest of her reminder died on her lips as she struggled to control her breathing.

Richie froze, then drew in and blew out a long, shuddering breath. “I know… I know…” he replied weakly, nodding his agreement.  “Okay…”  His hands curved under the globes of Annie’s ass as he leaned away from the wall, lifting her.   Annabelle clung to Richie as he turned and carried her carefully through the door to her bedroom, moving slowly in the near-darkness.

When he bumped against the side of her bed, Richie wobbled slightly.  He stood still for a moment, letting his vision adjust to the dim light.  His heart continued to race as he felt Annabelle’s warm body quivering in his arms and her breath in his ear.  He turned his head to press a kiss into her soft hair before leaning forward, slowly lowering her onto the mattress.

Annie sighed as she settled onto the bed, loosening her arms around Richie’s neck and scooting over to make room for him beside her.  She felt the mattress dip with his weight, then again his mouth covered hers.  This time the kiss was slow and deliberate, filled with barely-restrained passion. 

Annie chuckled softly when their lips parted and Richie let out a long breath. He rested a hand on her abdomen between the waist of her cutoffs and the knot of her tied-up shirt, making her bare skin tingle.  A surge of warmth radiated through her core at his touch. 

“You okay?”

Richie nodded.  “It’s dark in here,” he commented distractedly, gulping in another deep breath.  He was trying his hardest to keep his body under control, to resist the powerful urge to rip Annie’s clothes off her body and jump on her.  Like Annabelle, Richie truly wanted to take his time and fully enjoy every beautiful second of their lovemaking.  But his cock didn’t want to hear from his brain at the moment.

“I can open the curtains.”

Richie nodded again.  “I got it.”  He took another deep breath before sitting up, then standing.  He carefully shuffled around the foot of the bed to the small window on the wall opposite the door.  When he reached up to push aside the curtains and raise the shade moonlight streamed through the little rectangle, illuminating the room with a silvery glow.

Richie heard the creak of springs as Annabelle shifted on the bed.  He turned around to find her smiling invitingly back at him.  She had scooted to the center of the mattress and was now reclining against the pillows, her golden hair fanned out around her head and shining like a halo in the moonlight.

Richie’s mouth curved into a gentle smile.  “That’s better.”  He stepped closer to the bed.  “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you, Handsome.”  Annie’s eyes glowed sapphire in the soft light as she giggled quietly.  “You’d look even more handsome without those clothes, ya know.”

Richie grinned.  “Well, you’re beautiful with or without your clothes,” he flirted gallantly.  Then he chuckled.  “But if you want me outta mine…”

Annie laughed, then gave Richie a sultry come-hither pout as she arched her back, making the unbuttoned front of her shirt gap a little wider to expose her cleavage.  “You first.”

“Okay.”  In a quick movement Richie stripped off his tee and dropped it on the floor.  His hands went to the waist of his jeans and rapidly undid the button and zipper, then he shoved the denim downward.  He kicked free of the jeans then stood naked, smiling down at Annabelle.

Annie giggled at Richie’s eagerness as her eyes slid appreciatively over his body.  She felt another tightening of her womb at the sight of his tautly-muscled form, her body eager to feel his on top of and inside her.  “Guess it’s my turn now, huh?”  She pushed herself up onto her elbows.

“No.  Let me.”  The playful note was gone from Richie’s voice, replaced by gentle huskiness.  “Lay back.”

Annie’s eyes widened slightly, then she silently obeyed.  A little smirk of anticipation turned the corners of her mouth as she waited.

Richie stood motionless for a moment, steeling his resolve as he let his eyes travel over Annie’s body.  Though he had enjoyed his fair share of women, he didn’t often have the opportunity or ambition to use his partner’s body as an erotic playground.  Usually he was too focused on his own needs to worry about much more than the main attractions.  But tonight he had the chance to play, and he wanted to take Annie on all the rides.

Richie snorted a quiet chuckle at his carnival analogy, then he slowly leaned forward.   His gaze locked with Annie’s as Richie crawled slowly onto the bed beside her.  He chortled softly again when he heard her soft gasp of anticipation and saw her pupils dilate with desire.

Richie settled on his hip beside Annabelle, giving her a long stare before reaching up to trace a fingertip down the vee of bare skin exposed by her open shirt.  Automatically Annie arched toward his hand, involuntarily sucking in a breath as his touch traveled down the valley between her breasts.

“So beautiful…” Richie murmured reverently as his gaze followed his hand’s movement, back upward toward Annie’s delicate throat.  He nudged at the soft chambray shirt’s plackets, exposing the firm creamy swells of first one breast, then the other.  Only the tie above her navel prevented him from uncovering her dusky nipples, visibly erect under the pale fabric.

Richie’s fingers moved to the knotted shirttails at her waist.  He tugged gently at one end before trying to work his index finger into the tight twist.  He was momentarily distracted by Annie’s delicious navel as her abdomen contracted under his workings, then he realized the task of undoing  the knot would take both his hands.

With a snort of mild frustration Richie pushed himself up onto his hip, his own taut abs clenching as he balanced himself.  His freed second hand joined the first to tug the knot loose.  Annie giggled softly at the tickle of Richie’s fingers against her stomach, then purred when he lowered his mouth to nibble playfully at her bellybutton.

“Richie…” Annie sighed as she felt his lips move lower, suckling at the warm flesh below her navel.  “Whatcha doin’ down there?”

Richie’s chuckle rumbled against her skin.  “Just having a little taste.”  His lips moved back up to again cover her bellybutton, his long hair tickling her sides as it hung down in a dark curtain around his face.  Annie couldn’t resist reaching up to stroke it before tucking the silky strands back behind Richie’s ear.

Richie raised his face from Annie’s belly to give her a sexy grin.  “You taste as delicious as you look.”

“So do you,” Annie smirked back.

Richie shifted again, returning to his recline beside Annie, propped up on one elbow.  He brushed a soft kiss across her lips as with one hand he covered both of hers, now folded across her bared abdomen where his mouth had just been.  “Here,” he directed in a husky murmur, squeezing her top hand and pulling it gently away from her body.  He guided it up to her pillow, resting it palm-up beside her head before repeating the action with her other hand.  Richie gave Annabelle a long gaze to see if she understood what he wanted.  “Okay?”

“Okay,” Annie whispered, her arms remaining in their surrender pose.  A little shiver ran down her spine as she realized she was relinquishing control to Richie, silently agreeing to let him do with her as he wished. 

The shiver repeated as Annie watched Richie raise his hand again, this time to gently push apart the now-freed halves of her blouse.  At the same time he lowered his lips to hover over hers, in a whispering tease of a kiss.  Annie gasped against Richie’s mouth as the smooth pad of his thumb brushed over her sensitive bare nipple.

“Relax, Darlin’…” Richie murmured, rolling his thumb back and forth across the erect nub.  His dick twitched excitedly at Annie’s reaction, but he was determined to keep himself under control.  He wanted to concentrate on her pleasure first.  Then he would take his turn. 

“Oh… God, Richie…” Annie breathed, her eyes fluttering closed as she smirked with delight.  “That feels so good…”

“I know it does…” Richie whispered in agreement, his hand moving to her other breast and repeating the action.  He smiled as he watched Annie’s expression, her little winces of pleasure at each flick of his thumb making his groin throb in response.  He couldn’t help but sidle a little closer to Annie on the bed, so that his rigid cock rested against the smooth skin of her thigh.  Annie let out a little purr of acknowledgement as she felt him twitch against her.

Richie groaned softly then curved his hand over her breast.  Pressing it into his palm, he gave the firm mound of flesh a semi-rough squeeze before moving his hand to its twin.  With an eager growl he lowered his head to pull her exposed nipple into his mouth.

“OH!” Annie yelped with surprise at the sudden stimulation.  Her fingers laced into her hair and clenched as bolts of electricity fired through her.  She was determined not to touch him, to interfere with his attention to her body.  So far his every touch had been exquisite, stirring her simmering desire.

“Mmmm…” Richie hummed as he suckled at her breast, gentling his mouth as he took in more of her flesh.  He pulled in a deep breath as his tongue rolled slowly around the peak of the quivering mound.  Her skin smelled wild and beautiful, just like her, scented faintly with roses and spice.

Richie’s hand moved from her breast to be replaced by his mouth.  Annie moaned again and arched upward to meet his lips, her hands still clenched on her pillow.  She felt Richie’s hand slide down her abdomen as his lips teased her breast, causing her to unconsciously hold her breath.

“Jesus, Annie…” Richie breathed against her flesh as his long fingers curved over the button of her cutoffs.  “You’re so fucking delicious…”  He let out another muffled groan as he again filled his mouth with her breast.

“Oh… Oh Richie…” Annie panted softly.  She felt him tugging at the fastening at her waist and it was all she could do to remain still.  She wanted desperately for Richie to divest her of her scanty garments so she could relish the feel of his naked flesh against hers.  Her bottom lip slipped between her teeth as Annabelle growled impatiently while Richie continued his fumbling.

“Sonofa…” Richie matched Annabelle’s soft growl with his frustrated mumbling as he continued to struggle with her shorts.  With a sharp exhalation he raised his head from her breast, turning his attention to the workings of his fingers.  He scooted downward on the bed to get a better view of the confounding button, his hair trailing over Annie’s abdomen and making her gasp.

“Richie… let me…”

“No!  I got it…” Richie levered himself up onto his elbow so he could attack her waistband two-handed.  With the improved dexterity he quickly shoved the button through its hole and pushed down the zipper of her fly.  His smirk returned when he felt lace under his fingertips as he pushed them inside her shorts.  He quickly tunneled his fingers under the fabric, finding a nest of soft hair at the apex of a warm cleft.

Annie’s whimper was almost musical when Richie slipped his long middle finger into her wet warmth.   “Ohhhh… Annie…” he groaned, his eyes wide and fixed on his hand as it flexed with the movement of his fingers.  Automatically his fingertip found the tight little bud of her clitoris and circled around it.

Richie stared at the rhythmic movement of his hand, entranced by the sight of his touch in Annabelle’s most private of places.  As his hand moved his knuckles pushed the unzipped denim halves of her cutoffs further apart, exposing more of the pretty lavender lace decorating her panties.  The moonlight glinted off tight blonde curls that peeked over the lace’s edge and between his fingers.

“Richie!” Annie gasped, her body tensing at his sensual massage.  “Oh!… Ohhhhh myyyyy…”

The soft Southern lilt of her moan drew Richie’s gaze from his hand to Annie’s face.  His heart jumped when he saw her wide eyes glittering the color of midnight as she panted softly.  Her hands were still surrendered beside her shoulders, but now her delicate fingers were clenched into fists as she struggled to restrain herself under his erotic touch.

“God, Annie…” he breathed, staring at her beauty as he continued his strokes.  His cock jumped as he watched her lips part in a shuddering gasp just before a surge of warmth coated Richie’s fingers, alerting him to the extent of her arousal.  

Her slickening stirred Richie to action.  With an eager growl he slid his hand from Annabelle’s warmth and pushed himself up onto his hip.  With both hands Richie yanked her cutoffs and panties down her thighs, struggling slightly to untangle them from around her knees before succeeding in stripping them completely from her body.  Richie flung the useless garments away from the bed before dropping back to his recline. 

With his free hand Richie grabbed roughly at Annabelle’s bare hip, turning her lower body toward him.  He shifted awkwardly on the bed as he bent to press his mouth again over Annie’s navel, sucking roughly at it before moving his mouth downward, devouring her flesh.  Richie licked and sucked eagerly at the warm skin below her bellybutton as he slid his body down the bed, his rigid cock dragging along Annabelle’s leg as he moved.  He moaned at the fantastic sensation.

Richie felt Annie squirm under his grasp.  “Richie!” she gasped.

Realizing his fingers were clenched tightly around Annie’s hip and digging into her buttock, Richie relaxed his grip.  He didn’t want to hurt her in his excitement.  Richie groaned with delight as his mouth travelled lower to Annabelle’s warm private flesh, her soft curls tickling his chin and lips before he tasted the salty-sweet tang of her juices.

“RICHIE!”  Annie’s utterance was more of a yelp than a gasp.  The almost-frantic note in her voice made Richie freeze.  A second later he felt Annie’s hand in his hair, tugging his head backward.  Again he felt Annie squirm in his grasp, her thighs pressing closed as she rolled her pelvis away from him.

Richie raised his head to look at her, his chocolate eyes wide with surprise.  He was taken aback by her expression as she stared back at him, her eyes as round as his.  She had pushed herself up onto one elbow, and her other hand was tangled in his sweaty locks.

“What… I… what’s wrong?” Richie stammered.  His stomach sank.  “I… I didn’t hurt you… Did… Did I?”

Annabelle let go of Richie’s hair and withdrew her hand, dropping it onto her stomach.  She rolled a bit more to her side, tipping her body further away from Richie.  She ducked her chin, unable to hold his gaze.   “No!... No.”  She swallowed hard.  “You didn’t hurt me… God, not at… at all.”

Even in the dim moonlight Richie could see the rosy flush Annabelle’s pretty cheeks.  He stared at her for a long moment, confused by her sudden interruption of their foreplay.  She said he hadn’t hurt her… God, he hoped he hadn’t.  Richie blinked in puzzlement.

“Oh, God…” Annie groaned softly.  She ran a hand through her hair, the honey-gold curls tangling around her fingers as she blew out a breath.  “God, Richie… I’m.. I’m so sorry…”

Richie was taken aback by Annabelle’s unexpected change in demeanor.  He stared at her as he tried to process what was happening, his head spinning as his cock throbbed.  She had asked him to make love to her.  She had led him to the house, to her bedroom, and kissed him like a woman possessed.  She had ordered him to strip and allowed him to undress her, had let him rub against her and feel her up… And now she was suddenly backing out on him? When she was clearly as revved up for action as he was? 

Richie opened his mouth, but no words came out.  He had no fucking idea what to say.