Chapter twenty four

She stiffened. "Yes., but......

"This is what I  want, Annie. This is how It has to be tonight. Look at me, damn it." He jerked her face up to his,Letting her glimpse for an instant the seething conflict in his eyes. He grabbed her arm, dragging her over to the picnic table and pushing her in front of him against it, reaching

around from behind to deftly unbutton her jeans. He jerked her jeans and panties down over her hips until they were

at her knees, baring her from the waist down and hobbling her at the same moment. She reached down to retrieve

them, but he caught her hands behind her back and pressed her against the table, fitting himselt against her so she could

feel the hot brand of his penis against her cool, shivering backside. "Bend over," he ordered, his voice a husky rasp.

Her knees went weak.

"Oh, for Gods sake, Jacob," she

whispered. "Can't we go in the tent?

"Too dark," he muttered. "I want to see you, all spread out and open to me. Anything I wanted, Annie. You promised. Bend over."

She was frozen for a timeless, agonized instant, and then the dark tide of desire engulfed her and she bent over, arching her back and parting her legs for him as much as the wet jeans wrapped around her knees would allow. She was so aroused she wanted to claw at the rough wooden boards beneath her hands; the soft, sultry ache between her thighs pulsed and throbbed, and still he loomed behind her, a

dark, burning presence, making her wait and wait and wait.

Rain pelted down, running in little rivulets down the cleft of her bottom, trickling delicately over the moist, tender

folds of her sex, now completely exposed to his sight. He made a harsh, incoherent sound. "God, Annie. You are perfect," thank goodness you are mine alone, he said, his voice a ragged groan.

His big hands fastened on her hips. She braced herself, expecting him to thrust himself inside her, but he sank down to his knees behind her pinning her against the table.His hot breath fanned her thighs as he nuzzled her tenderly from behind.

"I love this view of you," he said huskily "I love all the colours and textures.  The way those beautiful blonde ringlets get all dark and wet and glistening. I like how you're so cool and pale, like a peal, here " ........... he caresse her trembling buttocks......, so pink and crimson  and hot in here." His tongue  slid up and down the surface of her vulva and then dipped teasinly inside, licking and lapping ravenously at her moist, dewy folds and furrows of her sex.

"I love it that you can't hide from me, he muttered

Annie squeezed her eyes shut, her knees rubbery and weak, gasping at the outrageous intimacy. His tongue teased with rapacious skill, thrusting deep and then flicking

delicately across her swollen clitoris. She writhed against the rough, wet wood of the table, pushing herself back against his greedy mouth with a helpless, pleading moan.

"No, Annie," he said softly, holding her trembling hips still. I'm not going to make you come like this. Tonight you'll wait until I'm inside you."

He rose to his feet, his hands still cupping her backside, and leaned his scorching

hot body against her. His breath heaved, and his erection prodded her buttocks. You liked that, didn't you?" he

asked, his voice husky and breathless. "You loved it."

"You never asked me what I wanted," she snapped.

"Don't  you project your teenage porno fantasies onto me, you macho jerk."

He laughed softly, and his hand slid between her legs,

Feathering across her hair and delving boldly inside her soft cleft, testing her her silky moisture. "Tell me the truth," he demanded  "Your body already has, so you might as well."  He thrusts a long finger deep inside her, sliding slowly in and out, and she clenched his finger tightly inside the quivering muscles of her vagina. 

"You're so wet, Annie," he murmured. "You can't wait . You're aching for me to give it to you. Aren't you?"

She was stubbornly silent, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but it was a losing battle and they both knew it. He lifted his hands for a momnent, and she heard a ripping sound. He tossed the condom wrapper on the

and his strong, skillful hands swiftly resumed their agonising teasing

"Tell me how much you want it," he 

demanded. Tell me how you want me inside  you. I need hear it."

She gave up the struggle. It was that or lose her mind  completely, "I want you, " she gasped out.

"How much? He slid two hingers Inside her, and moved his thumb around her clitoris in a slow, pulsing circle.

"Please, Jacob..."

"You' re begging me? Is that what you're doing? He finally touched her with just the tip of his penis, shallow thrusts that barely penetrated her slick, eager flesh. She

pushed herself back to take more of him, but he evaded her. 

"Beg me," he demanded, rubbing himselt in small, wet circles around the bud of her clitoris. "Come on, Annie. I need

to hear it. I need to know how much you want me."

The harsh, hungry rasp of need in his words was the key she needed to unlock the maddening puzzle of pride and de

sire. As long as he Was vulnerable to her, she could yield him and endure her own vulnerability. Tears of frustration

spilled out onto her cheeks. "OK, I'm begging, she said in a ragged voice. "Are you happy now?

His strong fingers dug almost painfully into her hips

"Yes," he muttered as he shoved himselt inside her.

The rhythm he set was swift and savage., Annie wanted to kick off the clingıng jeans that held her knees together, to spread her legs still wider, welcome him even deeper, but stopping was not a posibility, and soon even the vague impulse was swept from her mind. She stuck her hands in front of her face to protect it from being abraded by rough table. Her body softened in quivering eagernes for him, welcoming his strength, craving the vigorous slide and plunge of his hick shaft. She had thought that their lovemaking her tent had been passionate, but now she sensed

been leashing in nine-tenths of the passion that was his to give her to take. The sheer mass of him ramming into her from behind was vIolently arousing.

Her doubts fears, her anger and pride, all fragmented in the force of their joinin, and the jagged shards spun in her mind, disconnected and brilliant. It was a kaleidoscope that pulsed and shimmered, pulling her toward a climax so intense she cried out loud, and lost consciousness.