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All Through the Night

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  Her body betrayed her even as her mind rebelled at his arrogant presumption. She opened her mouth and obeyed him, licking away the salty, silky drop of fluid. A shudder of unwilling excitement rocked her body. “Don’t do this to me, Jacob,” she whispered.

  “I can’t stop,” he said in a rasping voice. “Not now that I know how much it turns you on.” He pulled her up onto her feet and kissed her, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, his hands greedily cupping her breasts. “Whatever I want, right? Isn’t that what you said?”

  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 himself 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 God’s 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,” 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 colors 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 pearl, here”—he caressed her trembling buttocks—“and so pink and crimson and hot in here.” His tongue slid up and down the surface of her vulva and then dipped teasingly inside, licking and lapping ravenously at the moist, dewy folds and furrows of her sex. “I love it that you can’t hide from me,” he muttered, his tongue thrusting deeper, harder.

  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 silky moisture. “Tell me the truth,” he demanded. “Your body already has, so you might as well.” He thrust 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 moment, and she heard a little ripping sound. He tossed the condom wrapper on the table and his strong, skillful hands swiftly resumed their agonizing teasing. “Tell me how much you want it,” he demanded. “Tell me how you want me inside you. I need to 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 fingers 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 himself 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 desire. As long as he was vulnerable to her, she could yield to 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 himself inside her.

  The rhythm he set was swift and savage. Annie wanted to kick off the clinging jeans that held her knees together, to spread her legs still wider, welcome him even deeper, but stopping was not a possibility, 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 the rough table. Her body softened in quivering eagerness for him, welcoming his strength, craving the vigorous slide and plunge of his thick shaft. She had thought that their love-making in her tent had been passionate, but now she sensed that he had been leashing in nine-tenths of the passion that was his to give, hers 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 joining, 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.

  When she came to, Jacob was collapsed on top of her, shivering in the aftermath of his own orgasm. He lifted himself off her with a harsh sigh, sliding slowly out of her body. She struggled upright and turned to face him. His face was as shocked and naked as she knew her own must be. She reached down with trembling fingers to pull up her jeans.

  “Don’t bother,” Jacob said, yanking off his shirt. “Take your clothes off and leave them out here. They can’t get any wetter. This rain’s not going to stop.”

  The calm, practical observation grounded her a little. She tugged off her muddy shoes and peeled off her jeans and shirt, leaving them in a wet heap on the tarp. They stood there, stark naked in the rain, staring as if they were afraid of each other, both sharply aware of the heat that licked and curled between them, wholly unabated.

  “Get into the tent,” he said curtly.

  She crawled inside. Rain pounded in a soft, constant roar on the plastic rain canopy, and she was grateful that she had set it up earlier. Her sleeping bag felt thin and clammy.

  The zipper opened, and Jacob thrust in a dry, folded flannel shirt. “Dry yourself off with this. Your towel is buried in mud.”

  She was still rubbing herself with it when the zipper opened again. He shoved two big bundles into the opening and crawled in after them, closing the tent flap. She han
ded him the shirt. He dried himself briskly and flicked on his new lantern. It glowed a warm, rosy red.

  His eyes were unreadable in the shadows. “Scoot over,” he said.

  She scooted, and watched him spread out the foam mattress.

  “Jacob, I’m all muddy,” she objected. “And they’re brand-new.”

  “We need them,” he said flatly, ripping the plastic on the sleeping bags open. He flung one on top of the other and zipped them closed. “I want to be on top.”

  She drew her knees up to her chest and hugged them. “You mean… you still want to…”

  “Oh, yes. I still want to.” He grabbed her hand and drew it to his lap, closing it around the hard, scorching flesh of his penis. “I’m not done, Annie. It’s going to be a long night.”

  She pulled her hand away, unnerved by the remote tone in his voice. “Are you still mad?”

  He regarded her with narrowed eyes. “Yes,” he said coolly. “It’s better than it was, but we’ve got a ways to go yet.”

  She shook her head. “I can’t believe you have the energy to be angry after… after what just happened,” she murmured.

  He smiled, but it was not a smile that warmed her. “You’ll be surprised what I have the energy for. Lie down on your back.”

  She hesitated. “Why does it have to be like this, Jacob?”

  He shrugged, his shadowed face inscrutable. “I’ll leave you alone, if that’s what you want. Just say the word. But if you want me to stay, then deal with me.”

  She looked away from him, and he made a low, impatient sound in his throat. His hand hooked her chin and jerked her face around. “I’m not going to pretend for you,” he said curtly. “Understood?”

  She pulled away, her eyes locked with his, and nodded silently.

  “Good. Lie down on your back,” he repeated.

  Annie scooted into the middle of the expanse of blue nylon and hesitantly lowered herself onto it. The fabric was cool and slippery against her skin, but the fluffy down was exquisitely soft and yielding. She lay back, looking up at him apprehensively.

  Jacob studied her supine body for what seemed like an eternity before he reached out and put his hands on her knees, spreading her legs. He settled himself between them, holding her wide open and sliding his hands over the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs, staring hungrily down at her quivering, exposed flesh. She moved restlessly, but his hands tightened on her thighs, pinning her into place. He grabbed a condom from the box by the lantern, opened it and rolled it onto himself with a calm, purposeful air.

  “I can’t stand it when you’re cold,” she burst out.

  His eyes flicked to her face. He splayed his warm hand on her belly. “I’m not cold,” he said. “I’ve never felt so hot. I’m burning up.” He pushed her thighs wide until she was folded back on herself, and slid his fingers inside her, finding her still moist and flushed from his last onslaught. He stared into her eyes as he mounted her, and she flinched as she felt the hard, blunt head of his penis nudging her open.

  “That’s not what I meant,” she whispered, and then gave a sharp cry as he drove himself inside her, hard and deep.

  Even though he had been inside her just moments before, it was still a shocking intrusion, and she stiffened in automatic resistance. His steely strength pinned her down, and she realized that always before he had been gentle with her, careful not to overwhelm her with his strength and size and sheer physical presence.

  He wasn’t bothering to do so any longer. He shoved himself inside her until he was as deep as he could go. She felt breathless, ravaged and vulnerable, like a city that had been sacked. Panic flared inside her. This was all wrong, terribly wrong. She had miscalculated, she’d thought that she could take it, but she couldn’t. It was unendurable, the helplessness, the remote, faraway look on his face. Anger exploded inside her, and she struck out at him, getting in a good, openhanded whack on his jaw before he caught her wrists.

  “What the hell?” He bore down with even more of his weight, his eyes flashing with anger.

  “I’m sick of your power games, you arrogant bastard,” she hissed.

  He pinned her wrists over her head and kissed her hard. “I’m not playing a game, Annie. This is absolutely for real.”

  She struggled beneath him. He responded with a heavy thrust that jerked a cry out of her throat, then another, and another. She shut her eyes tightly and trembled, wondering frantically how many more surrenders could she take, how far she could yield to his conquering energy and still be herself. How long it would be before this man looming over her plundered and claimed everything. She bit her lip to push away tears and forced herself to relax her trembling limbs. “Damn you, Jacob,” she whispered. “Just don’t hurt me.”

  His body went rigid. “I would never hurt you.” His voice was sharp with anger. “How long is it going to take you to figure that out?”

  “You’re hurting me now!” she cried out wildly.

  His chest heaved and he stared down at her with fierce concentration, as if trying to read her mind. “You loved what I did to you,” he insisted, his voice low and furious. “I felt how much you loved it. I felt you come. You couldn’t hide it from me.”

  “That’s not what I meant,” she gasped out. Her body tightened around him eagerly as he thrust inside her once again.

  “So what the hell do you mean?” His voice broke in frustration. “I feel it now, too. I feel how hot you are, how wet, how your body hugs me. I’m not hurting you, Annie. And you know that I won’t. Ever.”

  He surged into her, and she squeezed her eyes shut as her hips jerked involuntarily.

  “Look at me!” he demanded, and her eyes snapped open at the sharp command in his voice. “Say it, Annie. Let me hear you say that you’ve got nothing to fear from me.”

  She shook her head, knowing that he was wrong. He could hurt her. Oh, God, could he ever. He could break her heart into a thousand tiny pieces. That was the nameless terror that had been dogging her from the first moment he spoke to her. But with white-hot anger blazing in his eyes, she couldn’t tell him that. Incomprehension lay between them, tangled and snarled, and she was frozen mute.

  “Say it, Annie!” he demanded, his voice cracking with strain.

  She cleared her throat. “I hope you appreciate the irony of trying to intimidate me into saying I’m not scared of you,” she said softly.

  He scowled. “This is no time for smart-ass remarks. Say it!”

  She took as deep a breath as she could with Jacob’s body pinning her down. “I know you would never mean to hurt me,” she said quietly.

  His eyes narrowed. “That’s not what I wanted you to say.”

  “That’s the best I can do,” she told him.

  A shudder went through him. He scooped her wet hair from beneath her neck, fanning it gently above her head. “Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice rough and urgent.

  Her heart twisted painfully. “Yes,” she said simply. In spite of everything, it was still true.

  He hid his face against the wet hair coiled beside her cheek, and slowly let go of her wrists. “Put your arms around me,” he ordered.

  She did so without hesitation.

  “Now your legs.”

  She wiggled beneath him, and he lifted himself up, letting her shift her hips until she was cradling him in a position of complete acceptance. He thrust himself deeply into her tight sheath until they were completely joined, and she wrapped her legs around him, clenching herself tightly around his solid warmth.

  “That’s better,” he muttered.

  She hid her face against his neck. “Yes, it is,” she whispered.

  He began to move, more gently this time, and groaned softly at the snug, gliding perfection of her welcoming body. He kissed her neck, lifted his head and said suddenly, “It was all a bluff, you know.”

  Her eyes snapped open. “What was a bluff?”

  “All that stuff I said. About how I would just up and leave if you d
idn’t yield to my dark desires.”

  She was speechless with surprise.

  Jacob surged into her with melting tenderness, cradled her face in his hands and stared into her eyes. “I would never have left you alone tonight, Annie. Under any circumstances.”

  “Oh,” she gasped, staring up at him. He was trying to tell her something, something incredibly important, but it was in code, and she was afraid to translate it wrong. “And I fell for it,” she whispered.

  “Yeah, you fell for it,” he agreed, his lips twitching slightly.

  The smile pissed her off. She stared up at him, eyes slitted. “You’re a manipulative bastard, Jacob,” she said in a low voice.

  “Yeah, I know,” he said in a wondering tone. “It’s a whole new me.”

  Then he covered her mouth with his and there was no more space or air to examine hidden messages. There was nothing but his elemental force, driving her deeper and higher into herself. His anger had made her feel vulnerable, but his tenderness was even more perilous. It melted her barriers effortlessly, blurred her boundaries, left her utterly bare—a creature made of naked energy, pure emotion. Unrecognizable to herself.

  There was no end to the layers he could strip off her soul.

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  The rain had finally stopped, and dawn was near. Annie listened to the birds twittering, an ache of sweet exhaustion pervading her body, and tried to think of a way to extricate herself from Jacob’s arms without waking him. It was a considerable challenge. His muscular arm was clasped around her waist; his hand splayed possessively across her belly and the tips of his long fingers tangled intimately into the hair between her legs. One long, sinewy leg was firmly wedged between her thighs. And he was so warm. It was hard to get up the nerve to break the seal and let cold air rush between them. She wiggled experimentally. Jacob sighed and pulled her tighter against him, fitting her backside against his belly. Nature called, however, so Annie gritted her teeth and flung back the warm, soft sleeping bag.

 

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