Ann: A Love Story Ch. 85

When she bottomed out, she stayed still, letting her body adjust to having me inside her once more. And I was adjusting to her, groaning at how incredible she felt. It was almost new to me; like we were making love for the very first time. She leaned forward...lying on top of me as she slowly began grinding her hips in a sweet elliptical motion. I took her in my arms, one hand gently caressing the skin of her lower back, the other stroking the long curls of her brown hair. Her movements were short, only pulling up an inch or so, as if she wanted her pussy to stay as full as possible.

She sighed, her hot breath settling in my right ear. "I missed you so much this time, baby," she whimpered, her voice straining with emotion.

"I missed you too, babe," I answered, kissing her temple.

"No...I really missed you," she said with a sniff, pushing herself up a little bit. A small tear fell from the corner of her eye, landing on my chest.

"Aw...Ann, it's okay. I'm here now," I said, kissing her.

Her mouth melded to mine, my tongue searching for hers. They touched, and danced, and it created an electric connection that sparked a reaction in my groin. She felt my cock pulsing inside her wet pussy as she slowly fucked me. That made her press her lips harder into mine, moaning into my mouth. I felt her cum a little, her pussy becoming even slicker as she moved up and down on my shaft.

"God...I've needed you so much, Neil. I'm so happy that you're..."

Her voice fell silent as she shuddered, cumming a second time. They weren't big climaxes. More like ripples...pre-shocks, warning of the earth shattering explosion that was to come. But as she coated my cock and balls with her sweet secretions, I knew what she needed.

Taking her in my arms, I lifted my body in one swift motion, rolling her onto her back as I pierced her cunt harder with my cock. My left hand found her right knee, lifting it toward her chest. I hooked that leg with my elbow, holding her there, spreading her legs wider as I moved up; continuing the excruciatingly slow grinding that she had started. But my cock was coming almost all the way out of her now, making her sigh from the emptiness she felt each time my head pressed against her lips.

Then I'd fire my hips forward, making my cock jab deep inside her sharply; taking her even though we were still making love. I wanted her to know she belonged to me, and only me; a not so subtle reminder that her pussy was mine. As my mouth found her left breast, I sucked in her entire areola, feeling for her nipple with my tongue, batting at it lightly, and drawing out another moan.

I went back and forth between her breasts, sucking them hard and deep into my mouth. Her head started thrashing back and forth across the pillow, trying hard not to scream out what she was feeling inside her rising chest.

"UH...uh...UUUH," she panted, followed quickly by her pleading, "Oh God! Please...yes!"

I continued my long, steady strokes, feeling her pussy move, her stomach undulating uncontrollably. She was nearing her orgasm, fighting it in a way...hoping against hope that she could hold out longer. She was like the little girl with her finger in the dam, hoping to hold back the waves of pleasure that were soon to come crashing through. She didn't want our moment to end. But I was still far from cumming. Now being in control gave me just that...control over my own orgasm.

It was a luxury she no longer had. And from the way her eyes rolled back in her head as her back arched, it told me she was glad I took over, taking her. Possessing her; making her mine once again. There was never any doubt, but I felt in a way like I was reclaiming her. Playing her like no one else could. As Ann growled in her throat, her tightly closed mouth making her breathe harder through her nose, holding in the words...and the screams, an odd image flashed through my brain

I was in the wilderness of yesteryear, walking out into an open meadow. A place familiar, and yet seeming new and unexplored. I walked to the middle of that open, grassy field, filled with greens and yellows, the strands waving in the breeze. Taking my powerful right arm, I thrust the staff I was clutching in my fist into the fertile soil. I did it a second time, and a third, driving the thick shaft deeper and deeper into the earth, wanting to make sure it stayed. The flag unfurled in the wind, the colors of the background contrasting against those of the field; the family crest on the banner proudly announcing to all that could see it what I'd just claimed as mine.

It was all just passion fueled imagery in my head, but as I rammed my masculine shaft over and over into Ann's quivering pussy, I couldn't help myself. Every fiber of my being was thinking about how I was taking her emotionally and spiritually, while physically...sexually, I claimed her forever as mine.

Her left leg had moved up, her foot resting on my ass, riding along as I slowly bobbed up and down, sinking my shaft inside her. My right hand left her chest, where I'd been cupping her tit, moving down to slip underneath that leg as I'd done the first. My elbow caught her knee, and soon she was bent backward, high on her shoulders as I lifted her ass off the bed. I was on my knees, slowing driving my cock down into her waiting pussy, holding her there with her knees by her sides, her shiny black heels bobbing up and down as I made love to her.

We were on the cusp of evolving, our lovemaking moving toward a passionate fuck. I'd pump into her slowly, deliberately, for four or five strokes. Then I take two or three hard, slamming jabs, making my balls hit into her ass as I fucked her as hard a I could, before slowing, pumping into her for another few minutes. I kept going back and forth like that, never letting on as to when I was going to switch my pace and start pounding her pussy.

She was at my mercy, held captive in the way I was cradling her legs in my arms. I reached for her tits, groping...mashing them together even more. The way her silky stockings moved over my arms felt amazing against my skin, her lower limbs gliding back and forth helplessly as I toyed with her body. It wasn't like it was some bondage thing, where she had somehow slipped into Annabelle. But there was no doubt she was giving her body to me in her own special way.

When I'd rolled her onto her back, she relinquished the night to me, letting me take control of what we were sharing. Yet I never let go of the notion that she was looking at me like a lover, her eyes half open, her dreamy stare looking directly into my soul. So I led us on a dance along that precarious edge between making love...and raw, unbridled fucking.

We'd teeter back and forth, the pace maddeningly slow at times, while perilously fast at others. Her hands grabbed my biceps, holding on for life as I rocked my body into hers time and again. Both of our orgasms were right there; ready to explode whenever we felt that final urge. But still we danced with each other, Ann willingly following my lead, the perfect partner for the sexual tango we were performing together in bed.

I kept changing, keeping her off guard, and our orgasms at bay. I almost lost control once, feeling the need to cum so bad that my hips were ready to fire into her and give us what we both needed. But then I saw the sweet look on her face, and I knew it would have changed. I loved seeing her like that, forever on the edge, waiting...hoping I'd let her cum soon. Hoping I'd join her.

Instead I slowed down, backing away from the edge for a moment, prolonging our lovemaking. She let out a whimper, but she didn't say anything. Leaning in closer, I kissed her tenderly and whispered into her ear.

"I never want this to end."

"It won't," she quietly panted. "I'm going to love you for the rest of my life."

It's amazing how those words hit me, how they touched me inside. I'd wanted to hold out and make our night last longer, but what she said moved me in such a way that I felt my desire rise up inside me. I didn't fuck her faster, or harder, but I did fuck her with more purpose...more passion. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me to her, our foreheads touching as I pumped my cock into her waiting pussy.

Her breath caught in her throat as her orgasm hit her. When she finally exhaled, she cried out, "Oh...God yes. Please, yes. I'm cumming...oh Neil...I'm cumming. Cum with me baby. Cum inside me. Please cum inside me."

Her body went stiff, waiting for me to do what she pleaded, hoping I'd actually find a way to cum with her. It was like chasing a dream, or finding nirvana. It was a sexual phenomenon that eluded me more often than not, no matter how many times I'd tried. And Ann and I together were no different, no matter how magical we were in bed together. Yet for once, our bodies, our minds...and our hearts aligned in every way, giving us that perfect ending.

I groaned as I started to cum, and when she felt my cock start to spasm, she moved her body in a way that let me know what she wanted without having to tell me. I let my arms slip out from underneath her legs, wrapping them around her as she lay there on the bed. In turn she wrapped her legs around my back, pulling me further inside as we came together, my balls emptying inside her shuddering pussy.

"Unn...yes, lover. That's it...give me your cum. Fill my pussy. God I've needed you so much, Neil."

I kissed her, pressing my lips against hers, holding her while I blasted inside, which seemed to take forever. It had been so long since I'd cum that it literally felt like I had three weeks worth of sperm saved up just for her. On what had to be the seventh or eighth big spurt, she started giggling as we kissed. Not that I cared...I was laughing with her at that point.

"Mmm...my man missed me too, didn't you?" she was as she gave me another quick kiss.

"Yes...I did, babe. And I need you, just as much as you need me."

She hugged me again, and then she lowered her legs. Before I could start to go soft, she asked me to get behind her and slip my cock back inside, saying she wanted to go to sleep feeling full and in my arms. Since that was my favorite way to fall asleep, who was I to argue?

She slipped off her heels, but she left her sexy outfit on, covering up her tits with her bra once more. But I didn't mind. All I cared about was that I was going to get to sleep with my fiancée. And that was not something I'd planned on. I figured on sleeping alone, knowing we'd be together the next morning, and we'd find a way to have sex eventually, like always. But sleeping in the same bed didn't seem like an option. Hell, I never would have had the nerve to ask my parents' permission. Which made me wonder just how did she pull it off?

I'd have to wait for that answer. As I held onto her, my left arm draping over her sexy body, I could already hear that cute snore of hers. I sighed and closed my eyes, knowing it was very late...or really early, depending on how you wanted to think of it. Thankfully, I wasn't far behind, drifting off dreaming of my lover, and how lucky I was that she found a way for us to be together.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I could feel the heat from the rays of the sun hitting my back, and that woke me up.

"What time is it?" I asked Ann as I stirred, still feeling her body pressed against mine.

She moved a little, lifting her head to look at the clock on the nightstand next to my old bed. "AGH! It's almost ten. We need to get going," she said as she threw off the covers and started to move.

I gripped her ribs, holding her to me. "Mmm...I don't think so. Can't you feel that?"

I'd woken up with a morning hard on, and it was nestled nicely in the crack of her ass. I'm not sure when my cock had slipped out of her pussy during the night, but we were still spooning, and I knew she had to have felt my hardness.

"Yes, baby...I feel it. But we have to go. My brother and his wife are going to be at my parent's at noon."

"What's the point of having Thanksgiving, if I can't give you thanks for what you did last night?" I said as I kissed her neck, humping my hips a little to let her know exactly how I wanted to thank her.

"Baby...you know I want to. But we both have to get ready. My Mom's going to be pissed if we're not there. Besides, your parents are coming with us, and it would be rude if we made them late too."

"MY parents are going?" I said, surprised by that development.

"Well, it doesn't make sense to have two Thanksgivings with our parents living so close. So, I asked Dad to invite your folks over...and they accepted. Is that okay?"

"Well, at least that explains why I don't smell the turkey cooking. That's what usually wakes me up Thanksgiving morning."

"But is it okay?" she asked, looking over her shoulder. "You're not mad, are you?"

"Mad...babe, you just did us a huge favor."

"Really...how?"

"If this works, and everyone gets along, you've set a precedent. That means one Thanksgiving whenever we come out. Can you imagine how much easier that's going to be once we have kids?"

She turned over, rolling into my arms as she kissed me. "Mmm...you're right. And if I wasn't on the pill, we would have made triplets last night as much as you came," she giggled.

I laughed and said, "I don't think that's how it works, Ann."

"Maybe not...but you have to admit, you sent an awful lot of little soldiers to the front line last night."

I grinned at her metaphor. Having never heard it put quite like that, I quipped, "Well, they've been ready to be deployed for quite a while." Rolling over, she sat up and started to put on her heels. In a burst of excitement I asked, "Are you putting those on so we can..."

"No baby," she interrupted. "We really do need to get going. I'll make it up to you sometime today. I promise. I'm going to take a shower, and then I'll get ready in here so you can have the bathroom."

Standing up, she grabbed the red silk robe she'd worn the night before. I sighed as she straightened out her thong, before slipping on the robe and closing it with the sash. I knew she was right, especially now that I knew that we were going to have both families together for the Holiday. It was going to be an important day, but I had a good feeling about it. My parents seemed to get along with hers pretty well, even though they didn't run around with the same circle of friends. But because it was a small town, they still knew each other, and there seemed to be a connection there, beyond Ann and myself.

I watched as she checked her appearance in the mirror on the wall. She looked amazing, and that had me smiling. She was one of those lucky women on the planet that looked just as good getting out of bed in the morning as she did when she climbed in it. And that look was magnified by the glow she had from making love the night before.

Still, she wanted to get cleaned up, and get ready for our day. I understood, no matter how hard my cock was at the moment. I watched her walk toward the closed door, still wondering how it was that she was even there in my old room. Grasping the doorknob, she opened the door as she looked over her shoulder.

"I won't be too long."

The bathroom in question was at the end of the hall, just outside the bedroom door to the right. She stepped into the hallway and literally ran into my dad, who was walking past our room carrying a couple of clean towels for us to use. She let out a little shriek, and then she started to giggle.

"I'm sorry Ann. I didn't expect you to be up so soon," he said as he caught his balance.

"I'm the one that should be sorry, Dad," she apologized, making him smile by calling him that.

I knew he loved that she already thought of him and my mother in that way, rarely calling them Darren and Betsy to their face any longer. She'd told me that she couldn't see the point in waiting until we were married. She called them Mom and Dad, because that's how she felt about them.

Touching him lovingly on the arm, she said, "I'm the one that came barging out of the bedroom."

"Its okay, sweetie. Just let me put these in the bathroom and I'll get out of your way."

As my dad walked out of view, into the bathroom, she looked back at me from the doorway. I could tell by the look on her face that she was up to something...and that something was naughty. She wrinkled her nose as she smiled, giving me a quick wink before turning back to look at my dad, who was walking back out.

"So, why did you think I'd still be sleeping?"

He laughed and said, "I never said sleeping. I said I'm surprised to see you up so soon."

"Well why's that? We need to be at my Mom's in a couple of hours," she replied, acting all innocent as she batted her pretty brown eyes at him. But I knew there was something up that red silk sleeve she was wearing.

"Don't you remember? Jean called last night and said Alan and his wife won't be there until around 1:00."

Alan was Ann's brother, who was going to be a challenge. I'd never really gotten along with him before. He was a year older than Ann, and I hadn't spent that much time with him in high school...a half a year to be exact. But I had quickly established myself when I transferred into the school as a jock of sorts, and so we'd ran across each other on various athletic fields and courts in addition to the halls of the school itself.

He was an incredible athlete, including being by far the fastest kid in school. Besides running track, he was a great baseball player. But he wasn't much taller than Ann, standing only about 5"7', and that was at the crux of his issues. He let his height, or lack of it, get to him. For whatever reason, no matter how talented he was in whatever he did when it came to sports he always carried an Alaskan sized chip on his shoulder, which was saying something since he lived in Indiana.

And because of that chip, you could usually get the better of him. It wasn't that others were better, or that his size mattered in whatever he played. But it was his crutch in a way. He'd let his height become an issue, because he'd get angry...uncontrollably angry. And others, myself included, used that to our advantage whenever we competed with him.

With Alan, much like Ann, everything was a competition. It was never just a friendly game of baseball, or football, or...any kind of ball. He only knew one way to play and that was all out. That was why most people that played against him went out of their way, picking on that weakness, trying to get into his head. He was so damn cocky whenever he won that no one wanted to have to hear him...so they did whatever they could to get under his skin, make him angry, and throw him off his game.

I hadn't seen him in several years, since he'd moved north to be closer to where he worked. I was pretty sure the last time I'd had that 'pleasure' was on a softball field, when the team I was playing for drilled his team, knocking them out of the tournament we were playing in. Not only had I not seen him since then, I hadn't even talked to him. I found that a little odd, thinking he'd at least call me to say something about asking his sister to marry me...since he'd been very protective of her in high school.

As it was, I didn't know what to expect when I'd actually see him and his wife, and the prospect of that had me a little nervous. I was bracing for a cool reception, just in case. So as it was, I was actually a little relieved that they weren't going to be there until an hour later. It was one less hour to potentially feel uncomfortable. But Ann saw that same extra hour in a completely different way.

"So, I could have stayed in bed then," she said, looking into the room at me.

Dad peeked in, giving me a little wave. "Nice to have you home, son. Happy Thanksgiving."