Long Blonde Hair Sy Blue Eyes

Long Blonde Hair, Sky Blue Eyes, Ch. 13a

First of a two-part finale. 13b will post as soon as this chapter is published by mods.

Having reconnected, Erik and Annika recommit, and remember the joy of making love, but then struggle to keep their balance in a world full of delectable temptations and dangerous situations - and they aren't the only ones! The long-slumbering Predator awakens, and Erik struggles to control him, much less put him back to sleep.

And then Halloween turns into a strip show that somehow gets filmed, and two weddings are in jeopardy! Will March never get here?

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While Erik schemed and his excited team planned, the Dynamic Trio executed the perfect introduction to Texas for the Irishmen and Australians. Karli had long since been indoctrinated, but the other four had just arrived. Andi assured Annika they had yet to try authentic Tex-Mex, the perfect indoctrination.

It took a few calls to Cavo's wife, Tricia, for recipe advice, Rhonda making a run to H-E-B for additional ingredients, and Tricia bringing a pot of

frijoles borrachas

she had cooking at her house, plus lard and

masa harina

for flour tortillas, to pull it together. She also brought her personal blends of kind-of-mild, hot, and fiery salsas as a bonus.

When the still-hyper work group finally appeared, they put the enchiladas in the oven for the final few minutes, turned on the burners to reheat the taco meat and chili, and Tricia began cooking flour tortillas on the griddle. The smell was overpowering, which the new arrivals commented on just before those who hadn't seen the house began commenting on the house.

Annika volunteered Erik to give the tour this time, while she and her helpers finished the meal and set the massive dining room table. He and his team, some of whom were getting a second tour, returned to the kitchen in half the time she would have taken and were directed to the dining room.

Cavo y su esposa

were waiting, which led to handshakes, hugs, and Erik getting a motherly kiss from Tricia before they were seated.

Annika, Andi, and Rhonda placed trays and bowls of Tex-Mex food and pitchers of sweet tea in the middle of the table, and took their seats. "Erik, would you lead us in prayer?" Annika asked.

"I will if everyone will join me in singing the Wesley Table Prayer. It's short, so I'll recite it, and then we'll sing it. 'Be present at our table, Lord, be here and everywhere adored...'

He was surprised that Karli, Rhonda, Cavo, Tricia, and Shane already knew the prayer, and that Annika had the clear, compelling voice of an angel. He had heard her loudly singing her favorite songs with the volume cranked up, but singing a capella her voice was as pure as chimes or bells.

After the prayer, Rhonda said, "This is sacrilegious after such a beautiful prayer, but I hate you even more, Annika! How can you have that voice to go with that body and those looks? It's not fair!"

Annika was shocked, but the other women seemed to be agreeing with Rhonda. "I'm confused. You like my singing voice?" she asked with a frown.

The positive responses led her to tell them, "I'm surprised, because when mother was entering me in beauty contests, she made fun of my singing, and made me practice dance and gymnastics for the 'talent' portion of the contest."

"Well, somewhere in the intervening years your voice matured or something, because you sounded like a songbird," Andi insisted. "And I hate you too!"

"Hmm," Erik teased, "it could be a problem that your security detail hates you!"

Annika turned her sad puppy dog face to them, which caused everyone else to laugh and her haters to retract their animosity. "Okay, we don't really

hate

you, but we are envious! That's too many riches bestowed on one person!" Rhonda insisted.

"Yeah, next we'll see you dancing and singing on the movie screen, wearing one of those elaborate 1950s costumes, and we really will hate you!" Andi predicted.

The meal was a raving success. All participated in the cleanup and enjoyed margaritas on the rocks in the living room as a digestiff. When the shop talk inevitably started, Annika announced that she was sleepy, thanked everyone for coming, and offered to show them to the door. That drew a round of laughter and concern expressed for Erik, who just grinned through it.

Karli teasingly asked, "What time shall we expect you tomorrow, Boss?" to which Annika quickly replied, "Monday morning at 8, and don't call or text before then!"

After the laughter died down, Roddie asked, "Boss, are you sure about that? I don't know if your aging body can withstand three days and nights of what she has planned."

He made the sign of the cross and promised, "I'll send a flare up if I need to escape; otherwise, see you Monday!"

When everyone was outside and they had waved goodbye, Annika ceremoniously closed and locked the door. "Now you're mine!" she cried happily.

He grinned. "Be careful what you wish for, little girl!"

As they scampered upstairs, Erik asked, "How disappointed was your family at their trip being postponed a week?"

"Not that bad," she replied. "Next weekend is better for my brother and sister anyway. Yours?"

"All Fridays are bad for a football player and head cheerleader, but next Saturday works for everyone." He affected a nasty sneer, and warned, "Which gives us more time to prepare for them, and for us to

PLAY

!"

Annika was anticipating another all-out sports fuck, so she went along when he insisted on fastening her wrists to the headboard with silk ties. The blindfold was a bit scary, but she trusted her fiancé; misplaced trust, as it turned out.

He began with her right ear and ended with her toes. By then she was writhing and begging him to stop. His mouth switched to the bottom of her left foot, then toes, ankles, and back up to her ears, an inch at a time. It wasn't 'around the world' yet, but he wasn't through.

She had been bitten, sucked, nibbled on, kissed, pinched, stroked, and had a wet cockhead dragged all over her for more than an hour, and she had spontaneously combusted twice... without her swollen clit or pussy being touched by hand, tongue, or cock! She was too weak to fight when he untied her hands, turned her onto her belly, and retied them.

And then the torture commenced again, and her mattress-muffled screams reverberated through the house! For another hour.

There was no part of her he hadn't tasted or explored with his fingers and hands, except her frantic pussy and bottom. He stuffed a pillow under her hips, wiped her puss, taint, and starfish with a wet washcloth, and began tonguing, sucking, nibbling, and biting her outer and inner labia. She erupted again, and her fluids drenched his face.

Two fingers were inserted where his tongue vacated, and his tongue trailed back until reaching the junction of her legs and ass. He gave her dozens of little love bites and a big hickey on each side, before suddenly forcing his tongue into her forbidden spot. She screamed and tried to wriggle away, but, as nasty as it was, it felt good, and the fingers playing inside her and those rubbing her clit were driving her toward another eruption - one she was certain would change the atmospheric pressure in the room!

It hit like a tsunami, but she didn't stay conscious for the final surge or the aftermath.

She awoke with her hands untied and her blindfold gone. Erik was nibbling on her clit, there was a finger embedded in her heinie hole, and something was vibrating deep inside her pussy. She murmured her reluctance incoherently, but nothing changed.

She grabbed his hair and begged him to stop, complaining that she was too sensitive and couldn't take it anymore. He paused; the vibration increased, a second finger joined the other, and his mouth covered her clit and its hood. When he sucked her upper cunt, folds and all, into his mouth, Annika gave her final cry of the night, soaked the bed with love juices, and passed from consciousness.

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Awakening with her lover's big cock sliding slickly between her labia was wonderful, but his manual stimulation of her clit and breast made it heavenly! He had her so wrapped up all she could do was arch her back and push her butt higher against his groin so the thick invader would impale her. She sighed when the head penetrated, and moaned when the head reached the back wall of her vagina; he filled her so perfectly!

She moved her hips to maximize their sensation, but he was taking his time, holding and hoisting her breast and lightly rubbing around her clit. When she began moving more frantically, Erik removed his finger from her hood, held her breast without manipulating it, and withdrew his cock until only the tip was inside.

She moaned in frustration and tried to take control. "No," he said quietly, "this isn't a race. This is me making love to you, just as last night was. I don't want to

fuck

you, Annika, nor do I want you to

fuck

me. We're engaged to be married; we make love! Yes, we may engage in frantic fucking, but we don't just engage in sport fucks! Slow down, savor the sensations, and help them grow, for both of us.

"You have a fantastic body, and you're flat-out gorgeous. But I'm not in love with your body or your beauty - I'm in love with you! With the wonderful, kind, and caring person I fell in love with on Mackinac Island. With the person who made love to me in a pickup bed under the moon in Medina County. Show me that person. Show me that person while we make love."

Annika had been surprised when he stopped, and was shocked by his take. Where was this coming from? They'd always had athletic, acrobatic sex! She could remember so many times that... but then, she could also remember the slow hands, the whispered words, the stroking and petting they did with each other, and, through their coupling, connecting and becoming one.

Had she turned away from that in favor of hard, fast sex, as Erik claimed? Why? This felt so good she could barely keep from screaming, and yet his cock was barely between her lips. How many times had her made her cum last night, with his hands and mouth?

Yes, she wanted him inside, but once there, what? Go crazy, or just let Erik decide?

She sighed. "Show me what you mean, Baby. I love you and I want us to make love, not just have 'sport sex.' So, remind me what making love feels like."

"I can't; it takes two. Lovers express their love by enjoying each other, not by the efforts of one. Every breath, every whisper, or whimper, or gasp, or moan. Every syllable spoken aloud, whether words of love, of encouragement, of guidance, or of pleasure, is a part of making love. Can we do that, like we used to?"

Annika willed her needy body to relax, to surrender to his touch, and to begin touching

him

in innocent places. She wanted to grab him by the cock and impale herself, but this morning he chose to spoon his body with hers, stroke her arms, nibble on her ears and whisper into them, gently bite her neck, inhale the odors of her hair and body, and tell her how wonderful she smelled and felt.

The goose bumps were breaking out all over, and the tingle in her center was spreading. She held her breath, until Erik whispered to breathe, relax, and enjoy. His hips moved toward her by miniscule measures, until she could feel the cockhead again pressing between her lips.

She draped her top hand over his hip and butt and began exploring the exposed outer part of his thigh. He felt so good! She could feel the hair on his bulging muscles, and the striations within them. Her hand reached his knee, stroked his kneecap, and began working back up. This time her fingers were lightly exploring his quads, and she could feel goose bumps rising among the hairs.

Annika was so enjoying touching her lover that a jolt of lightning went through her when she reached the point at which they were joined. 'Oh my god! I'm touching his groin and my own butt! It's hot and sweaty there, and we're pressed so tightly together it's like we're one being! No wonder he loves to pull my ass so tight against him and stroke me.

'I love the feel of him so much! I wonder what he feels when he touches me?'

Unable to stop herself, Annika ran her hand down her own round butt and squeezed it like he does. Oh! That felt so good to her fingers

and

to her hard butt! Keeping her hand off Erik, she caressed her ass down to the place where her ass turned into legs and explored the crease, the way he does. That turned her on so much she moaned loudly.

Erik took her hand, placed it palm down, and very slowly began taking it from her butt to her belly, rubbing as it journeyed. "Breathe," he whispered in her ear, and she realized she had been holding her breath while savoring the sensations.

Her fingers were low on her belly, just above her pudenda, and he continued to use her hand to stroke her. She was already so excited she was having trouble breathing before their middle fingers encountered her swollen clitoris. She gasped and tried to press against the fingers harder, rub them on her overly stimulated love button.

Instead, he pushed them down, between her blood-engorged labia, and curled them under her pubic bone. Annika cried out as the sensations overwhelmed her.

And then it got many times worse: Erik's cockhead slid between her lips. She tried to pull her fingers out to give it room, but he ran her fingers over his cock and then along her labia. She arched her back, wanting his cock inside her but needing the stimulation of her fingers on the membranes stretched around it at the same time!

He forced her other hand down until their fingers were again caressing her clit. When she began rubbing without his direction, he redirected his hands to her breasts and pushed his cockhead inside her needy puss.

Erik was pressed tightly against her from head to toe, with his top hand draped over, fondling her breasts and pulling her nipples. His teeth lightly nipped her ear and then his tongue licked it; her body shivered, and a light sweat covered her. She was so sexually excited she could barely breathe.

As many times as they had made love and fucked, and as many times as she had lost her mind in passion, she had never experienced anything like this! She was completely lost in a world sensation that she didn't want to end!

Erik's cock began an excruciatingly slow ascent into her wanton pussy and his handling of her breasts grew rougher. She snarled from deep within, luxuriating in the sweet torture Erik was providing... no, they were providing together.

Any time before this time, she would have been frantically rubbing her clit and thrusting her hips trying to cum, but Erik had introduced her to a way of prolonging need until she reached a level of hyper sensation she hadn't known existed, and while her insides begged for release, her sensory system loved this too much to allow that release.

She was clinging to a precipice of wanton need, lust, and love she had never before experienced.

Satisfied that she was truly ready, her lover slowly rolled them onto her stomach with his cock still buried inside her. That created new kinds of sensations, and she cried out into the mattress.

He lay on top of her, hands mauling her breasts, his groin against her muscular butt, supporting his upper body with his elbows, and with his knees outside her thighs. When he had completely buried his cock in her womb, her lust spilled out in intelligible words and sounds. She squeezed her thighs and ass tightly, trapping him inside, but she couldn't keep him from slowly pulling back, which created such tremendous sensation within her vaginal walls she gave a shrill cry.

Erik's cock retreated to her opening, hesitated, and slowly and smoothly moved forward until his pubic bone was nestled tightly against the bottom of her round butt. He then squeezed her tits while pinching her nipples between fingers.

"Oh, Erik, I don't know how much more I can take!" she cried into the mattress. He lowered his mouth and bit her trapezius muscle where it joined her neck, and she instinctively flinched.

"I love making love to you," he growled. "Your body is so responsive and hot I feel like I may catch fire!"

"I am on fire inside," she warned, "I'm surprised I'm not scalding your big thing! If you keep torturing me, I promise I will, and soon!"

"See, Baby, this is what I need - what we need. This kind of love making, in which we're so intricately involved that nothing matters but the delights we bring each other. I don't want to be your fuck buddy, or even the lover that makes you scream when you cum. I want to be the only thing on your mind from the moment we kiss. I want your body to want mine so badly nothing else matters but us.

"We had that, and then we let it evolve into seeking and giving pleasure and release. Not that it's ever bad - I love fucking you and being fucked by you. I love making you cum, and when you make me cum. But that can't be our default purpose. I need more - I need this!"

She heard him through the explosion of electrons in her brain and knew he was right, but those explosions began overriding all conscious circuits. Annika began to tremble, then shake, and finally erupted into a mind-blowing orgasm that overrode Erik's need to share his soul with her. His mind shut down, his body responded to hers in kind, and they tumbled madly into an abyss of pure light and sensation.

"So, that's what you meant?" she asked much later, after they untangled, recharged, and regained a rational state of being. "Because I certainly won't balk at more of that!"

"Yes, though I suspect you are talking about the incredible climax. As great as that was, it was the journey that got us there I'm talking about."

"I know that! I surrendered to you, became one with you, and you with me. The climax we shared was the ultimate result, but not the purpose, right?"

"I couldn't have said it that well, but yes. We rejoiced in our love, became one, and then

that

happened. As incredible as it was, neither of us planned it, or manipulated the other's body to make it happen. That was us, celebrating our love!"

"Well, it was certainly a loud celebration; do you think they heard me in Bastrop and Smithville?" she teased.

"Who cares? My girlfriend from Mackinac is back and all is well with the world!"

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They showered, drank coffee, ate cold cereal and fruit for breakfast, worked out, made love in the shower, and donned light dressing gowns. She teased him with poses and glimpses, and he retaliated in kind. Casual touches lingered; coy looks drew demure blushes; and coquettish behaviors entranced their subject. These were the actions of new lovers, of people only learning about the other, not those of long-engaged lovers. In a way, they were experiencing a rebirth of the pure, unsullied love they discovered on Mackinac, on a higher plane.

Their afternoon nap began with a naked snuggle and quiet words of love and devotion. Annika's hands began to roam, a privilege she wouldn't allow Erik; this was her chance to explore, to stimulate and titillate, as he had so often done with her. She took her time, working only a few square inches at a time, using her palms, fingers, mouth, breath, tongue, breasts, thighs, calves, and feet.

She had always loved rubbing her breasts against his chest and arm, but this morning she discovered that when she trailed her nipples over his body and cock, rubbed her breasts against any body part, and squeezed her breasts around his cock, she gave herself at least as much pleasure as it gave him, and he was free with words and expressions to show his appreciation.

Her breasts had always been erogenous zones, but when she wielded them as weapons of pleasure, she became so hot inside she thought she might explode! The giving

was

better than the receiving!