Fifty-Three

Richie felt the adrenaline surge through his veins.  He’d thought maybe…  But to have it confirmed? 

“Are you sure about that?” he asked quietly.

Her eyes and voice never wavered.  “Well…  As sure as I CAN be, seeing that I’ve never been in love before.”

That melted him faster than a cherry popsicle at a Fourth of July parade.  It would be so easy to sweep her up and return the sentiment, but was he getting sucked into the emotions again?  If he made a declaration to this woman, he wanted it to mean something – something real.  Did he trust himself enough for that to be now?

He pulled her close and swallowed her squeak of surprise with a passionate plundering of her mouth. 

She loved him.  Damn if that didn’t feel spectacular.

“Ahem,” Jon not so subtly reminded them of his presence.

Richie grinned at him.  “She loves me.”

“Yeah, I got that, Einstein.  So what do you got for her?”

The evil stink eye nearly blinded Jon, it was dispatched so severely from beneath her drawn brows.  “Butt.  Out,” she told him in no uncertain terms.

“Come on, babe.  I don’t think they need us here right now.”  Dorothea moved forward to retrieve her husband’s hand, using it to guide him out of the room.  Or trying to, anyway.

“Dammit, it’s MY bedroom, and I want to know what he has to say.”  It never failed to stun Dorothea when the reason for her sons’ sometimes whiny-ass behavior was paraded right in front of her. 

“It’s okay, D, we’re leaving,”  Richie sought Allegra’s approval with a questioning lift of his forehead.  At her nod, he abruptly latched onto her hand and led her from the bedroom, waving wordlessly as they steamed past Jon and Dot.  “See you at the airport.”

Neither paid attention to Jon’s grumbling “Don’t miss the fuckin’ plane,” or Dot’s chuckles as the door closed with a quiet thunk behind them.

Allegra could only assume their suite was his destination, and he still firmly gripped her fingers as they eased across the threshold, and glided slowly into the bedroom.  Richie positioned himself so that he could see her face clearly in the light from the window.  His fingers lifted to trail through the luxurious strands of her hair as he lamented that the short trip hadn’t been enough time to craft the perfect reply to her declaration.

“So what do you got for me?” she repeated her cousin’s words quietly, uncertain as to what she expected, or wanted, his answer to be.

Cupping her delicate jaw, his thumb traced the contours of her cheekbone.  “Sunshine, you’ve now given me two of the most priceless gifts imaginable - your innocence and your love.  There’s nothing I’ve got that can compete with that.” 

Allegra didn’t budge, not really knowing what he’d just told her, but she found her emotions a liberal mix of sadness and hope.  “Does that mean that you DON’T love me?”

He sighed and his eyes locked onto hers with intent. “No, it doesn’t.  I could tell you right now and mean it as much as I did the first time I said it to Heather… or Denise.  But I obviously didn’t know what the hell I was talking about on either of those occasions.” 

With his free hand, he knotted their fingers together, and pressed them to his lips.  “Jon was right when he said I go too far, too fast.  It’s going to be different this time, Allegra.   I care about you… A lot.  But forcing or rushing things won’t do either one of us any favors.   I need some more time to be sure.  Can you be patient with me for a little while?”

Her heart wanted to deflate and fly away like a punctured helium balloon, but she stubbornly refused to submit to it.  He was being honest, and she had to respect him for going down the right road instead of the easy one.  Besides, her love wasn’t going anywhere. In fact, if anything, it had just blossomed a little fuller.

Slipping her arms around his waist, her head rested comfortably against his shoulder.  “I’m probably the most gullible human being alive to believe that story from a veteran rock star.  You know that, right?”  There was no point in waiting for an answer.  “But, yeah, I can be patient for a while.”  She gave him a tight squeeze before warning, “Just don’t play me for a fool, okay?”

“Never.”  Richie returned her embrace, and they were content to be wound together in the shape of a human pretzel.  That is until she felt a twitching against her tummy.

She drew back and pretended to give him a disapproving glare.

With a roll of his eyes, he decided to lay his cards on the table.  “Okay, so I’ve done the baring my soul emotional thing.  Now can I go back to being a horny man who isn’t sure when he’ll see his girlfriend again?”

A snort of laughter flew unsolicited out of her mouth.  Who could NOT love this man?

“We’ve got half an hour before we have to get Ava and leave for the airport,” he whispered, nuzzling the smooth spot of skin behind her ear that always made her tingle.  “Think you can handle me one more time?”

“Oh yeah,” she breathed and lifted her face, inviting him to delve into her readily awaiting mouth.  The slight coarseness of their tongues rasping against one another set sparks off between her thighs.

“Your ass is fuckin’ amazing in those jeans baby,” he gasped, breaking away and planting his palms on her bottom firmly enough to leave imprints.  “I’ve been having very naughty thoughts this morning.  Are you up for something a little different?”

“If you’re up, I’m up,”  she assured him between kisses along the column of his neck.  “You’ve made me a nymphomaniac.”

His chuckle was so very, very sexy that she shivered, knowing that she’d do anything he asked.

“But only for me, right?”  He bit her earlobe sharply before unfastening her jeans and shoving them roughly toward the floor.

“Mm-hmm.”  Her fingers were too busy shucking his t-shirt over his head to offer more of a reply than that.  Throwing it aside, she glided her hands over his glorious broad chest, stopping to bring his flat nipples to attention with her ministrations.

With a quiet groan, Richie’s palms slid into the back of her pink silky panties, cradling her buttocks in his palms and flexing. The soft, pliant flesh there caused his mind to blank except for the mental pictures of what he wanted to do to her.  Completely unaware, he arched his hips, pushing his erection into her belly through the denim of his jeans.

“Kick your pants off,” he growled.  The fabric had no more left her feet when he spun her around, placing her backside against his front side.  He had a firm grip on her hips and guided her toward the bed.  When she would’ve climbed up on the mattress, he used his hold to halt her progress.  “Bend over,” he ordered.

Allegra’s knees started to tremble excitedly at the force with which he commanded her, and she looked to him for reassurance.  The reassurance she sought was missing.  There was no encouraging smile on his face, only intense focus as the flames of desire danced in the molten chocolate pools of his eyes.  Instead, the heat of those flames spread like wildfire to her womanhood.  She wanted whatever he had to give her.

Resting her forearms on the mattress for support left her derriere perched high in the air, and his hands roamed restlessly over her curves, murmuring appreciatively.   Light caresses lit haphazardly over her thighs and buttocks as he admired the view before him.   The need to show his appreciation escalated, and it was only seconds before he unceremoniously snatched her panties down her legs, conscious of their limited time.

With a gasp, she snapped her head around once again, this time to find him fishing in his back pocket, she presumed, for a condom.  Strangely enough, the lack of romancing or finesse barely dented her consciousness.  This  anxious and impatient Richie was a more than acceptable replacement, setting her nerves on edge – in a very good way.

He dropped his jeans and boxers hastily as soon as he found what he was looking for.  The foil packet ripped noisily before he rolled the condom securely in place, and Allegra shuddered as he slid his finger along the slippery crease of her folds.  She couldn’t contain the purr that rolled in the back of her throat.  No matter how many often he touched her there, each time was a new sensation.

“Damn, I don’t know why I can’t get enough of you,” he mumbled, more to himself than anything.  Leaning over her back, Richie put his lips just outside the delicate shell of her ear.  “Just relax, baby.  You’re gonna like this… I promise.”

With no more warning than that, a single thrust pushed his arousal through the delicate folds and into her warm, waiting center.  “Jesussss…” he breathed in appreciation.

An unladylike grunt escaped from deep within her at the suddenness of his invasion.  He filled her to bursting anyway, and from this angle he was seated even more deeply than usual.  She’d never felt more totally possessed, and side effects were evident in how easily he began to slide in and out.

“My God, your pussy is soaked.”  His left hand clamped down on her hip, while his right arm stole under her, open palm resting against her lower abdomen, pulling her close.

A brief stillness allowed her to adjust to his presence before his cock stroked steadily through the tightly clamping walls of her flesh, and he pressed his sternum to her spine.  Nosing aside the neckline of the top they hadn’t bothered to remove, he nipped at the exposed flesh of her neck.

A surprised gasp filled the air at that first bite, readily followed by a sigh of satisfaction.  The display of possessiveness sent another jolt of desire through her.  It may have been very un-feminist, but she wanted to belong to him.

“Hold on, baby…” he warned. 

She braced herself for the passionate force of his re-entry, and again heard herself emit a guttural grunt at the impact.  Inside her walls, he exerted just the right amount of friction over the magical spot that made her quiver.  Outside, his swaying testicles slapped lightly against her sensitive nub with each melding of their flesh.

“Unnnhh!”  Allegra dropped her face into the covers so that the sound of her cries would be muffled. 

But Richie wasn’t having it.  Releasing his grasp around her waist, he tugged lightly on her hair until her head tipped back.  “Don’t do that.  I wanna hear you scream.”

“Neighbors...” was all she could gasp.

“Fuck the neighbors.  I want you to scream,”  he all but snarled in the throes of his pending release.

Digging her elbows in for support, she didn’t give in to his strokes, but met them with counter movements of her own.   The action pleased him, and his arm slid back around her waist to haul her as close as humanly possible. 

Slapping flesh echoed through the air along with their nonsensical cries of affection and passion, until Richie got his wish.  A long, sharp cry of ecstasy pierced his ears as she shattered beneath him, bucking her bottom frantically against him as she rode the wave that would then sweep him into its undertow.

With a violent shudder, his release filled the protective latex barrier with repetitive spurts until there was no more.  Richie fought to drag air into his lungs as beads of sweat trickled down his jaw, evidence of the exertion he’d put them through.

Allegra was breathless beneath him,  her knees turning to water as the adrenaline faded.  Not wanting to move, she turned her face to the side, resting all of her weight on the upper part of her body.  With a firm flexing her feminine muscles, she kept him trapped deep inside her womb with a satisfied smile.  This was a memory and a sensation that she wanted to savor in the weeks to come.