Chapter Sixty-Seven

Oh.

My.

God.

She tried valiantly to catch her breath.  He was going to kill her, that’s all there was to it. She writhed on the bed, he was going to kill her with orgasms and there wasn’t a damn thing she was going to do to stop him.  His lips skimmed across her inner thigh and she managed a strangled sigh.  What a way to go though. Her lips curled into a smile at the thought.

Richie raised his head up from between her thighs just in time to catch the smile.  “What’re you smiling at?”

She forced her eyes open and picked her head up to look down at him.  “Just thinking that I’m gonna die a very satisfied woman if you have your way tonight.”

He chuckled and turned his head, lightly kissing the inside of her knee.  “I promise you won’t die.  You might pass out, but I wanna keep you around for a while, sweetheart.  We can kill each other another day.”

His lips slid up the inside of her thigh and she dropped her head back to the bed.  “If I survive I’ll hold you to that.”

He chuckled again and watched her as she settled back on the bed.  He had been in such a hurry.  He had rushed to get her here.  Rushed to get her naked.  Now, he took a breath and forced himself to slow down.  Time was on their side for tonight and he was going to slow down and enjoy the night.

He looked up again, just catching the flutter of her eyelids as they slid shut.  Turning his head he nipped lightly at the sensitive skin at the inside of her knee, reveling in the tremor he felt slide through her.  He was going to sip instead of gulp tonight, nibble where he would have bitten.  Slowly he nipped his way along the soft, smooth length of her thigh.  He wanted to savor every tantalizing inch of her.  He drew little circles on the inside of her thigh with just the very tip of his tongue.  Teasing her just a little.

He inched closer to his target.  Her orchids-mixed-with-sex scent was driving him crazy.  He was slowly losing the battle to take his time.  He shook his head, his hair brushing against her skin. He watched as goose bumps bloomed along her legs and the wetness that trailed from her.  She was so in tune with him.  He traced a spot high on her inner thigh, near to the crease, and sucked. Hard.  Leaving his mark on her.  

Her body jerked and her head came up off the mattress.  “Rich?”

His name was a breathless question.  “Sorry, sweetheart, did I hurt you?”

She shook her head, “no, just-"

He laved the spot with his tongue.  "Just what?"

Her eyes drifted shut again.  His lips were soft and his breath was hot.  She was going to lose it and he hadn't even really started yet.  "Just don't stop" she sighed.

He lowered his head again and traced her slit with the tip of his tongue.  The sweet and tang of her was the tastiest of treats.  He grazed the edge of her opening with his teeth.  He lapped at her like a cat with a bowl of cream.  His moan rumbled out of him and into her. She twitched and squirmed under him.  

He worked her with his tongue tirelessly, relentlessly.  There was almost nothing he liked better than going down on a woman.  He was good at it and he never got tired of it.  He’d stay right here for hours if she - and his body - would let him.  Pleasuring a woman this way was a privilege he never took for granted.

Her fingers tightened in his hair as she cried out her release once again.  He eased back.  Licking his lips he glanced up at her.  “You okay?”

Her head rolled from side to side and she tugged on his hair.  “No more” she croaked.  “Come up here.”  She was sure she couldn’t handle any more right now.

He slithered up her body, his lips grazing her from belly to breast.  Her body arched under his when he suckled first one nipple, then the other before finally taking her mouth with his.  The broad head of his erection nudged at her opening as his tongue tangled with hers. 

She pulled her mouth from his before he could slide home.  “No, wait.”

His eyes found hers.  “Wait for what sweetheart?”  He was ready.  So ready.  He didn’t want to stop now.

Stephanie closed her eyes and sucked in a breath.  Her hands tightened where they rested on his thighs and tugged.  “Come here.”

“I’m right here, darlin’.”

She slid down on the bed a little and tugged once more.  “Up higher.”

He watched her scoot down and finally got the message.  Straddling her shoulders he braced his hand on the headboard and glanced down at her again, unsure if he was going to be able to hold out against her.  She licked her lips and he closed his eyes and prayed for strength.

~

Drifting on that lovely haze between sleep and wakefulness, Stephanie sighed blissfully.  Her body had never been so completely and utterly used and abused.  It was heavenly to feel so boneless and satiated.

Her eyelids fluttered and opened.  Her room was bathed in the glow of the fading sunset.  She looked over at Richie.  He was sleeping.  She eased off the bed and quietly slipped into the bathroom. 

Her reflection in the long, wide mirror had her pausing.  The whisker burn was expected.  The slumberous, satisfied look on her face and in her eyes was a surprise.  She couldn’t remember looking like that after she and Mark had made love.  Ever.

Oh, they had been good together in that area of their marriage, but it was nowhere near what she had just experienced at the hands - and mouth - of the man who now shared her bed. 

And why didn’t that thought bother her?

She sat down on the commode to empty her bladder.  Maybe it was just one more way she was moving on away from that part of her life.  She finished up, washed her hands and snagged her robe off the back of the door.  She wasn’t going to dwell on it now at any rate.  Tying the robe closed she stepped back into the bedroom.  Richie hadn’t moved.

She tip-toed out the door and headed downstairs. 

Richie found her in the kitchen a glass of water in her hand, gazing out the kitchen window, a pretty tray on the counter, the scent of buttery, grilled bread and warm tuna hung in the air.  He stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.  “I wondered where you ran off to.  What are you doing down here?”

She angled her head around and pressed a kiss to his chin.  “I was thirsty and when I got down here I decided I was hungry too.  Hope you like tuna melts.”

He gave her a quick squeeze before releasing her and stealing the water glass from her fingers.  “There isn’t much I don’t like, sweetheart.” He drank deeply, emptying the glass.  He set the glass in the sink and turned to find her scooping up sandwiches from the griddle and setting them neatly on plates on the wood and white laminate tray.  He peered further, she also had a plate of sliced fruit and two cups on the tray along with napkins and a bottle of water.  “You’ve been busy down here.”

She just shrugged her shoulders.  “Not really.  Just had to put the sandwiches together.  The fruit came sliced already.  And the coffee is ready if you’d like to pour it.”

“Coffee?”  He turned to find the machine on the counter, the pot half full.  He turned back with the pot and raised his eyebrows at her in question.

“It’s decaf.”

He filled the cups and set the pot back on the burner.  Turning around again he found her lifting the tray.  “Why don’t you let me get that, sweetheart?”

“But I can-” she started to protest.

“I know you can, but you don’t have to.”  He picked up the tray and looked at her, “where are we going with it?”

She led him into the living room and settled in the oversized chair.  “Just set it there on the ottoman.”

He set the tray down carefully, steadying it before cozying into the chair with her.  She handed him half of one of the sandwiches.  “Can I ask you something?”

He took a bite of the toasty sandwich.  “You can ask me anything.” 

She picked up her own sandwich.  “I was thinking about going home for a visit.  Would you like to come with me?”