Chapter 15

She felt her hips rise and the denim sliding off of her legs, and nearly squeaked when his voice went all dark and dangerous as he mentioned playing. Her brows waggled, one finger sliding up to tease through the light fur on his chest. "You're not the only one wants to play."

"I like the sound of that, play all you want darlin." Richie smiled as his callused finger slid beneath the scrap of material to rub across the heat of her core.

She wanted him naked, wanted that badly, not just to see him, but to feel each inch of his skin. With the slightest tremble she lowered her hand, her fingers dipping under the waist of his pants only to tug at the button and zipper. A slight growl escaped her as her hand encountered skin and nothing else. "Do you always go commando?"

"Lately yes," Richie growled and jerked from her light touch. He arched forward urging her to continue touching him.

She arched away from his body, her free hand moving to aid in the lowering of his zipper. As it hit the final plaquet, her fingers slid over his hard as steel length, her fingers wrapping around him gently. "Why lately?" Good God Bri, why don't you shut up, it's not a talking time!

God she wants to talk now? "Um , frankly darlin I can't tell you not while you are -- " Richie's words stuttered to a halt, his mind going blank from the moment she wrapped her soft hands around his cock.

Her hands left the steel wrapped in skin and slid to his chest pushing him back, her lips sliding up to his as she quickly but gently kept pushing him to a prone position. Sitting up she came to her knees, her hands still pushing until she could slide astride him, With a slight groan and a little wiggle she ground against him, her head dipping down as the tip of her tongue began to trace the lines of his chest. Two could play at the teasing game, and she was ready to tease.

Richie shook the very moment her tongue touched his skin. Oh hell , I thought I was good at teasing.

He bucked up rubbing himself against her still covered core. He wanted to just rip off her panties at this point, but she wouldn't have any of it. She was all about teasing him and if she kept it up he might just cum before he had the chance to experience all of her.

She tasted each inch of his chest, putting to memory the texture of his skin, the heat, musk and sweat that was undeniably Rich. With a little groan she moved lower, her tongue swirling around his belly button and through that light treasure trail of hair that had fascinated her for more years than she could remember, and when his hands twisted into her hair she nipped at his skin lightly with her teeth.

"Bri-- I need you now. " His voice was raspy as he gently pulled her back , his hand slipping down to tear the panties from her. "Now."

Her head tilted as she studied the intense look in his eyes, her smile growing as she nodded. At his urging she leaned to the side, her hand finding his jeans on the floor, before slipping down and into his back pocket, then lifting a shiny lil packet to her lips. Tearing gently, she swiftly removed the contents, her hands swiftly sheathing him.

Moving her hands to his thighs she pushed up, one hand moving to encircle his girth as she slowly, lowered herself.

Richie growled deeply as she encompassed him. He placed his hands on her waist and slowly started guiding her up and down along his length. "Darlin you feel so good. "

She leaned forward slightly, her lips brushing against his as she revelled in the fullness. She'd never felt that way before. His hands set the pace as she continued her assault on his lips, unable to stop the soft gasps and whimpers as each upward thrust seemed to hit a new errogenous zone.

He struggled to retain his control, the urge to cum was great, but he wanted to make it last for her. It just had been too damn long since he felt this good. He had had sex since his divorce, but it never meant anything. This was different though, he couldn't put his finger on it right now, and his mind wasn't caring at this point, but he knew he wanted to make it special for her.

Her lips slid from his cheek to his forehead, where the slightest sheen of sweat was glimmering. Aching for even that taste she flicked her tongue along his brow, her growl murmuring against his skin. "No ones sweat should taste that good."

That little feminine growl was his undoing. He groaned and started to buck harder, but it wasn't enough. He needed control, he needed deeper. With a strong upper thrust and a grunt he flipped her over. His hand cupped her knee and slid her leg until it over his shoulder, his strokes lengthening as her tight inner walls seized him.

She couldn't hold back the moan as he drove her harder, each thrust tugging her so high that breathing was beginning to become a dim memory. Trembling hands slid for purchase, as she met each flex of his hips. His name became a chant, a simple prayer of being as she opened herself and gave all she had.

Richie continued to pound into her as his sweat soaked hair dripped small droplets on to her face. He was so close. Damn, sex hadn't felt this good in a long time. He raised her other leg across his other shoulder and thrust hard "Bri!! Come with me! " He growled as his climax overtook him.

She felt her soul leave her body, his voice and movements taking her right where he wanted her, and with his name a cry upon her lips she fell into soul rending completion.

He jerked a few times then collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily in her ear. His voice escaped him as he fought to catch his breath.

Her arms wrapped around him as she gasped for breath enough to laugh. "It's official."

His voice was ragged from his exertions as a smile played on his lips. "What's official Darlin'?"

She pressed a slight kiss to his neck. "I must be dead, cuz that just blew every fantasy I ever had right out of the water."

Richie let out a deep chuckle. "Glad I was able to beat your fantasies darlin, It would suck If I couldn't."

She smiled as he slowly settled himself beside her. As he slid his arms behind his head she scooted in and lay her head on his chest. "Well you beat one of them, I have a few more."

He arched an eyebrow "I'm gonna have to read more of your story ain't I to find out, or you willing to share? "

She snuggled closer, her eyes drooping as hours of travel finally settled into her bones. "Sharing is good, experiencing even better." Her voice grew soft as she mumbled about scarves, ice and other tidbits of her story. "Rest first though."

Richie hadn't realized how tired he had been either til he saw her drift off. " Rest is good, " he mumbled as he joined her in peaceful slumber.