Chapter Eighty-Nine

Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, dancing along the plush carpet. Their suitcases sat in the middle of the floor surrounded by shoes and a trail of clothes that led to the bedroom.  Stephanie lay across the wide bed, tendrils of hair highlighted in Sharon Osborn red clung to her cheek and her fingers tangled loosely in Richie’s hair.  He hadn’t wasted any time getting her naked after they checked in to the hotel.  He was making good on his word.  The whole damn hotel was going to know this man’s name by the time he was through with her.  At the very least, she would be embarrassed to run into any of the guys any time soon.

Her legs trembled as he tasted his way up the length of her leg. He was just too damned good at this. She shuddered when he paused to draw tiny circles on the delectable skin at the back of her knee. She hissed out a breath when he bit down gently and sucked not so lightly at the tender flesh of her upper thigh. She wasn’t sure she had the energy to come again. The stubble burn on her breasts was testament to the first two orgasms he had given her. She was sure his fingers were still sticky with her juices from the last go round. His too talented fingers had tormented her in the best possible way. Now he was angling for a fourth with his mouth and that tortuous tongue of his.

Her fingers clenched in his hair, bracing herself for the onslaught of sensation she knew was coming.  She wasn’t sure she would be able to stand it, she was still reeling from the last time.  The rasp of his tongue over her most sensitive flesh had her trembling.  She raised her head to look down at him.

“Rich, I don’t think...I’m not sure I can-”

He paused and lifted his head, “Yes you can. And I don’t want you to think, Sweetheart.”

There was nothing but desire and an overwhelming need to give her as much pleasure as she could handle shining in his dark eyes. Her head dropped back the bed, “I’d like to see a little of Europe before I die if you don’t mind.”

He chuckled against her thigh. “I’m not going to kill you, Sweetheart.”

“I don’t know, babe” she mumbled, “that last one nearly did me in.”

Abandoning his task, he slowly made his way up her body, sipping along the dip of her belly, his stubble scraping lightly over her ribs.  His tongue snuck out to lave over her breasts, lapping lightly at the pebbled tips. When his hips were cradled between hers, he found her hands and eased them up over her head, his fingers stroking down the velvety softness of her forearms. Looking down at her, he smiled gently at her slumberous expression. “You still with me?”

She shuddered at his touches to her over-sensitized skin, “yeah” she replied softly and puckered her lips in invitation.

He dropped his mouth over hers and kissed her lightly, moving his hips in time with the easy caress of their lips. The broad head of his erection brushed along the warmth and wetness of her delicate flesh. He shifted slightly and pressed forward, burying himself inside her. He closed his eyes, dropped his forehead to her shoulder and he breathed deeply, trying not to lose control. He had been ready for her two orgasms ago and if he wasn’t careful, he’d be all done in half a second and it would be a while before he would be able to have her again. The curse of getting older, recovery time was nowhere near what it used to be.  Damn it.

Raising his head he left a trail of kisses across her shoulder.  He cursed when her muscles contracted around him.  She was right there, ready and waiting.  Hooking her knee over his forearm he slid in a little deeper.  He swore again.  “Darlin’” he waited until she opened her eyes and looked at him.  “Stay with me, this might get a little rough.”

Her eyes widened as he pulled out and drove into her. Hard. She shuddered violently. “YES!”

He pounded into her, once, twice, three times and she gripped him like a vice, their cries of release mingling together as they got lost with each other.

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Turning her head, she blinked and slowly opened her eyes.  The sun had moved and evening was starting to settle outside.  How long had they been asleep?  She shifted, holding the blankets over her as she searched for the clock. Only a couple of hours, not that long. Before she could curl back into him, she felt Richie move behind her and purred appreciatively when he wrapped himself around her.

“Hey you,” she smiled at him over her shoulder.

He dotted kisses across her upper back. “Hey yourself, Sweetheart.”  He glanced at the clock over her shoulder.  “We should shower.”  He pressed an open mouth kiss to the ball of her shoulder.  “We’re going to dinner soon.”  They were supposed to have dinner with the others, sort of a pre-show pow wow.

His voice was husky with sleep and his stubble chafed across her skin deliciously. “Mmmmm, do we have to?”  She didn’t want to move from this spot, not yet.  Maybe not ever.

He nudged her hair out of his way and continued up her neck, “we don’t have to do anything we don’t want to do.”  His hand slid down under the blankets, his fingers dancing along the alluring curve of her lower back. His mouth moved across the nape of her neck and his fingers slid around and traced the crease where her hip and thigh came together. “We can stay in if you want.”

She pressed herself tighter against him, his growing erection prodding her ass.  She rolled her hips against him. “I like the idea of staying right here.”

He grinned against her skin.  He didn’t really want to go either.  “Whatever you want, Sweetheart.”  His fingers moved lower, tracing along her slit.  She was wet already. Or maybe it was still.  It didn’t matter.  Moving from behind her, he helped her to her knees, fingers tracing each tic of her spine when she lowered the front half of her body.  She was so soft.  And he loved that her skin was unmarred by anything other than the occasional freckle and one small, necessary scar.  His fingers slid lower, dipping inside her.  She was damn near perfect.  God he loved her.

Climbing to his knees he moved behind her and, gripping her hips, slid inside her in one barely controlled thrust.  He had been with a lot of women in his life, but none had ever gotten to him like this one.  Even after having been with her just a few hours before, he wanted her again.  She was better for his libido than any pill could hope to be.

She moved her hips and he responded in kind, drilling into her over and over again, driving them both closer to the edge of insanity.  He was nearly ready to blow but he could feel that she wasn’t quite with him.  Reaching around, his fingers sought her clit and found hers instead.  He pulled his hand back, “come on Sweetheart, now, now, now.”  He couldn’t hold back any longer. He wanted to feel her coming with him, around him.

With a sharp cry, her orgasm overtook her.  She pressed back on him and took them both over the edge.  Panting, they collapsed in a sweaty, sated heap in the middle of the bed. “Mercy” she whimpered. “Mercy.”

Richie rolled over and pulled her into the curve of his body. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

She slid her hand along his forearm, letting it rest on the back of his, “God no, this afternoon has been amaz-” she was interrupted by the ringing of his phone.

Richie moved to the edge of the bed and reached over to pick up his pants. He fished his phone from the pocket. “Lo.”

“Yo, you guys coming to dinner?”

He looked over at Stephanie, she had rolled over onto her back and stretched like a cat. “No, man, we’re gonna order up room service and stay here.”

“Okay” Jon said. “Maybe you wanna meet up with us later?”

Stephanie listened to the conversation for a minute before getting up and rummaging through her suitcase.  Seeing what she had dug out of her suitcase and turned his attention back to the phone and his conversation.

“I think we’re just gonna stay here tonight, man.  We’ll see you tomorrow.”

When she stepped out of the bathroom her stomach rumbled.  Loudly.   She followed her nose to the window where Richie had wheeled the room service cart.  She stopped and just stared out the window.  The view of the Bosphorous Strait, the crossroad where Asia and Europe come together was breathtaking, glowing with the lights of the city that were just dotting on and the change from sunlight to moonlight. 

“Wow” she whispered, not wanting to ruin the quiet moment.

Richie watched her cross the room, he could say the same about her.  She hadn’t bothered with real clothes, choosing instead to pull on her pink, Victoria’s Secret nightshirt.  Her hair was a wild riot of curls around her shoulders and down her back and her skin looked dewy fresh from her shower.  The tent in his shorts announced his appreciation for him.  He moved around her and pulled out her chair, “have a seat Sweetheart.”

She pressed her lips to his cheek as she settled in her chair.  “Thank you for bringing me here, Rich.” 

He sat across from her and reached for her hand.  “I’m glad you said yes.  But, you may want to hold off on the thanks.  You’ll probably be sick of airplanes and hotels by the end of the week.”

She smiled sweetly at him.  “For views like this” she motioned out the window, “I’ll deal with airplanes and hotels and the five of you.”  She paused, taking a sip of her water.  “Just tell me we’ll actually get to see some of the sights.”  She really hoped she’d get to see some of the places they were traveling to, not just the hotels and concert venues.

Richie lifted the lids off their plates.  “We have days off scheduled, especially when we’re going to be in Italy and Greece.”  He squeezed her hand gently, “we’ll see as much as we can, Sweetheart.”  It was the best he could offer her.

After they finished eating, Richie wheeled the cart out of the room and left it by the door.  He detoured to the bathroom and took a quick shower, coming out to find Stephanie curled up in the bed.  He rounded the wide bed to the far side and crawled in, pulling her close.  They surfed the channels, finding a movie that played in English.  They watched for a while before finally succumbing to jet lag and their amorous afternoon activities.