Chapter Thirty-Nine

Sliding into the car once more, Stephanie rested her head back against the cool leather seat.  It had been a long night and it wasn’t even all that late yet.

Richie climbed in and pulled the door closed.  He patted the seat next to him.  “Sweetheart, why are you all the way over there?”  He’d had a couple glasses of wine with his dinner and was now feeling relaxed and, more particularly, horny.

Stephanie slid across the seat, crossing her left leg over her right and curling in next to him.  She rested her head on his shoulder.  “Better?”

He slid his hand up her leg, pulling it over his knee, “much.”  His fingers wandered up to her hip before slipping down to caress the smooth, tanned thigh where the hem of her dress had ridden up.  “Did I tell you just how amazing you look tonight?”

Lifting her head, she turned slightly, smiling up at him.  “You did, but you can tell me again.” Goosebumps sprouted where his fingers were trailing across her skin.  She shivered when his fingers slipped under the hem of her dress.

He returned the smile as he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers.  “You took my breath away tonight” he murmured “and damn near drove me crazy with this dress.”   But it was more than just the dress.  There was no pretense with her.  She wasn’t affected by the glitz and glamour of Hollywood.  She hadn’t been out to impress anyone tonight.  And, unintentionally, she had impressed everyone.  

Him most of all.  

Sliding along the seat, he propped himself in the corner, his back braced against the door, one leg stretched out along the seat.  He had been hard for her since she’d walked into the kitchen.  Now he was finally going to be able to do something about it.  Taking her hands, he pulled her against him so she rested on her hip between his legs.

Tipping her chin up, his mouth found hers in a blistering kiss.  He hadn’t felt like this over a woman since he had first met Heather.  There was an excitement in him, a fire to be with a woman he hadn’t felt without assistance in much too long.  

Letting that desire lead him, his hand slid over the slim form in his arms, his fingers slipping up under the hem of her dress.  He knew there was no way in hell she was wearing a bra under that dress, but he was dying to know if she had left her panties home too.  That he didn’t know had been eating at him all night. Every time he watched her move, he had all he could do to keep his hands to himself.  Now, he didn’t have to.

His fingers roamed further, walking up higher, up her silky smooth thigh, finally encountering a thin string across her hip.  Following it, his long fingers curled around one bare cheek.  Fuck...a thong...she was wearing a damn thong.  The fingers from his other hand drifted up the back of her thigh, sliding her dress up as he went.  

Pulling her mouth from his, she put her hands on his arms, stopping his exploring hands and fingers. She didn’t want to end up mooning all of Los Angeles or Burbank, or wherever the hell they were at the moment.  “Rich.”

His lips slid down her neck before he eased back.  “Sweetheart?”

Sprawled together on the seat they finally realized that the car had stopped.  “I think we’re at my house.”

Using his chest for leverage, she pressed away from him, straightening her dress as best as she could.  She managed to glance out the window and they were, indeed, idling in her driveway.  She started when the tap on the window came.

Richie sat up and pressed the button to lower the window.  “Yeah?”

“We’re here sir” the driver answered primly.

“Okay” Richie replied and raised the window.  He turned back to Steph.  She was gathering her wrap and purse. When she sat back he couldn’t hide the smirk.  Her nipples were stiff and pressing against the front of her dress.  Yeah he thought.  Definitely no bra.  He took a deep breath to calm himself down.  “You got everything?”

She nodded.  “Yeah.”

He put his hand on the door handle and then turned back to her.  “Can I come in?”

She looked at him for a long moment, flirting with the notion of telling him no just to see his reaction.  Instead, she simply nodded and waited.

Opening the door he stepped out and turned to help her out.  She brushed past him and his hard on raged anew.  He watched her sashay up the walk as he dug in his pocket.  He practically threw his wallet at the driver before he hurried to follow her into the house.

Nearly slamming the door behind him, he locked it and toed off his shoes.  He could hear her in the kitchen.  Coming around the corner he found her at the end of the island, toying with the empty wineglass he had left there earlier.  Plucking the glass from her fingers he set it and the wine bottle on the counter next to the sink.  He stepped in behind her and pressed his lips to the curve of her shoulder.  

Her head dropped forward and she moaned softly.  

“You okay sweetheart?”  He dragged the tip of his tongue lightly across her shoulder and up the side of her neck.

“Ohh” she closed her eyes.  “Yeah.  Did you want to-” she turned her head and his mouth found hers in a brief, torrid kiss.

He nipped her bottom lip and slid his mouth along her neck once again, teasing and tasting his way to her nape. “Did I want to what?”  She hadn’t finished her thought.  He nosed his way under her hair and debated pulling out the pins, but one glance down at her back made his decision.

“Go” she breathed and tried to finish her thought.  “Upstairs.  Did you want to go upstairs?”

He traced the first tic of her spine with his tongue.  “Here’s just fine.”  He paused and reached around in front of her, grasping her wrists lightly and spreading them until she could grasp each side of the counter.  “Don’t let go” he whispered hotly in her ear and then she felt his mouth on her back again.

She had never considered her back to be an erogenous zone, but everywhere he put his mouth had her hotter and wetter than she had been just a minute before.  By the time he got to the base of her spine, her knuckles were white in her grip on the counter and her hips moved in a restless rhythm of aching need.

“Sexy” he spoke quietly, his breath hot against her lower back. “So fuckin’ sexy.”  He skimmed his lips across the smooth, unmarred skin before he straightened.  

Leaning over her, he braced a hand on the counter and pressed his hips against hers. Slipping his free hand inside the side of her dress, he cupped her breast, teasing the pebble hard nipple with his thumb.

“God Rich” she moaned softly and pressed her hips back against him, rubbing lightly against the hard length of him trapped inside his pants.  She might not be able to use her hands, but damn it she wanted to touch him too.

His hips jerked forward at the contact and he swore colorfully in her ear.  “Fuck sweetheart, are you trying to make me come in my pants?”

She shook her head even as his mouth caressed her neck.  “You’re trying to make me come in mine.  It’s only fair.”

He smiled against her and stepped back, his hands dragging up her dress, bunching it around her waist.  “Let’s just see what we can do about that.”  He traced the thin strings that ran across her hips and formed a diamond at the top of her pretty heart-shaped ass.  He almost hated to take it off her, it looked so damned hot.  His dick knocking at his zipper changed his mind and he dragged it down her legs before he quickly undid his belt and dug in his pocket for a condom.

Stephanie shifted restlessly, hearing the rip of the condom wrapper and the distinct sound of his zipper being lowered.  And then he was there, the tip of him slid along her opening, teasing her just a little more.  She shifted her hips and he slipped just the broad head inside of her.  She tried to press her hips back, but he tightened his grip and stopped her.  “Rich” she hissed and turned her head to look at him. “Don’t stop.”

He leaned forward and as his tongue thrust into her mouth, he pressed forward, filling her everywhere all at once.  Curling his hands around her hips so she didn’t bump the edge of the counter, he pumped his hips, thrusting hard and fast.  She was so slick and hot and tight.  He could feel his release creeping up his spine, but she wasn’t quite there yet.  He slid one hand from her hip, down along the crease of her thigh to where he could feel that little pearl of nerves just begging to be touched.  

She pulled her mouth from his, crying out as her orgasm rushed over her.  She pressed back on him as she viced around him.  

“That’s it, sweetheart” he groaned as he pumped his hips into her over and over, his release pulsing into the condom as she came once again.

Her arms gave out and she slumped down onto the counter.  “God.”

Richie heaved in a breath, steadying himself so he didn’t drop on top of her.  Stepping back he reached for a napkin and disposed of the condom.  Turning back he pulled his pants up and drew his fingers up Stephanie’s spine.  “Think you can make it upstairs now?”

She turned her head and gave him a sated smile.  “Nah, here’s just fine.”

He chuckled as she tossed his words back at him and moved around the counter, taking her arms and helping her up right.  “Come on babe” he picked her up and headed toward the stairs.  “I’m sure your bed will be much more comfortable.”