ALMOST A BRIDE (Open On Annie)

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Have you ever watched a wildlife documentary where a Lion hunts a buck? They do the whole chase scene in slow-motion, so you can see the Lions singular focus, it’s blood hungry determination, every muscle in it's body rippling. And then when it pounces, they speed it up to real time again. It gives you this impression of an almighty collision. Aggressive, desperate, hungry, intense, ferocious…

That’s what it was like.

 Chris dragged me by the hand and we ran across the beach. We passed TSquared who looked at us with total disdain. My sister buried her face in her hands, probably because of embarrassment, she wasn’t into public displays of affection, let alone unadulterated lust. A few bystanders whistled and clapped as we carried on running.

It felt like it took forever to get to the room- like I said, slow motion.

But finally the door opened and we barreled in.

We threw ourselves at each other like wild, starving animals.

We smashed against the wall first, then the floor, then somehow managed to claw our way onto the bed.

It was so carnal, dangerous and frantic.

Chris had me pinned to the bed as he continued to kiss me. Soft, tiny tips of tongues were long gone. We devoured each other. The kisses were fast, and deep and hard.  He grabbed me by the braid and yanked my head back, there was no mistaking it, he was in total control. He ran his tongue down my neck and began to bite it. I flinched in pain and pleasure simultaneously.

“I’ve wanted to do this from the first moment I met you,” His mouth was at my ear now and the feel of his hot breath against it was such a turn on- just in case I wasn’t turned on enough already.  

“Really?”

"Why do you think I came over? Did you really think I cared that you were getting sunburnt…”

I laughed and Chris quickly shut me up with another forceful kiss.

He started tugging at my dress, desperately looking for a way in. 

“Zip….” I was so breathy by this stage I was hardly able to speak, “…at back, dress.”

And then he flipped me over as if I was a tiny rag doll. Suddenly my face was pressed into the bed and Chris was behind me, his hands ripping at the zip and opening it.

His fingertips gently stroked my back giving me Goosebumps.

Then the kisses.

Warm, wet kisses down my spine, all the way to the small of my back. I felt like I was going to explode if he didn’t do something more substantial with me---

--as I was thinking that---

I felt hands on my legs, pushing up my skirt.

All the way up.

The skirt went higher and higher until I could feel the air rushing between my legs. Sudden bolt of panic- What panties was I wearing?

G-Sting. Lace. Pink. Good.

He must have thought so too, because I heard him give a little appreciative moan as his finger slipped under the string and pulled hard. The panties tightened and the feeling of the lace fabric being pulled like that made me want to scream.  My fingers grabbed at the bed sheet and I squeezed hard as he pulled them off slowly. I thought I was going to lose my mind.