Chapter 64

Her heart melted. 

She’d been so worried that he’d be angry about her conversation with Heather.  But no, it didn’t faze him that she’d been snotty with his ex-wife.   A tremor of excitement trickled down her spine.  He just wanted to make sweet, sweet love.

Sweet Mary Mother of God.

The song ended, and his eyes drifted to her mouth.  “Ready to go?”

Allegra nodded mutely, following him once again through the maze of tables.  They paused only long enough to bid the band goodbye.  Each of the guys had a knowing smirk on his face, except for Jon, who was trying not to think about it.

David’s voice followed them out the door as he decided to cash in on Jon’s discomfort.  “So you think they’ll try a new position tonight, Boss Man?  Or do you think they’ve found a favorite already?”

“Dammit Joker, shut the hell up!”

She looked over her shoulder and laughed, trying to see Jon’s face.   He looked a little nauseous. “I’m gonna guess I don’t have to worry about you sharing our lovelife with my cousin?”

He slipped his hand into hers, bringing it up for a kiss.  “No worries.  We’re way past the stage of sharing intimate details.”

The short journey to their room was a blur of feather light touches, teasing kisses and murmured promises of pleasure.  She was sure it was magic that had them standing in front of the big bed a few minutes later, still rumpled from their earlier encounter. 

His focus was entirely on her, even as he stripped his shirt.  Fingers teased at the hemline of her top, once again seeking out the silky skin that it was hiding.

Allegra’s hands traveled greedily over his chest and arms.  Maybe it was because she’d never had the opportunity to touch a man so freely, but his strength there fascinated her.  His arms were rock solid.  She couldn’t help but curl her fingers around them.

“You’ve got a thing for my ink, don’t you?” He nuzzled her jawline, nibbling lightly along it until he’d reached her earlobe with its little silver hoop.  Tugging lightly with his teeth, the entire thing disappeared in his mouth along with the surrounding flesh.

“I’ve got a thing for YOU,” she corrected on a sharply indrawn breath.

He freed her earlobe, and, before she realized what his intentions were, her shirt was in the floor alongside his.  She was left standing before him in a lacy black bra.

“So pretty.”  His thumb brushed the scalloped edges of lace, and his head dipped in for a taste of the enticing swell of her breast.  “So sweet.”

Her knees turned to jelly seeing the damp trail he left behind. 

Grasping his forearms for balance, she used her hold to pull him in for a kiss.  The soft cushion of his mouth found hers, and she sucked on that tempting, full bottom lip like a piece of juicy candy, sensually working her tongue against the pliable flesh.  She pushed the soft flesh of her bosom against his contrasting  wall of muscle, delighting in the difference between masculine and feminine. 

A guttural groan preceded full possession of her mouth and his tongue sought its favorite playmate.  The two lapped languorously at one another, enjoying the intimacy that a simple kiss could bring. 

Allegra was totally enamored with him and them when she felt her bra release at his hand.  He shifted away to allow the scrap of lace to flutter to the ground.  The air was cool against her heated skin.

Carefully separating their mouths with a final sweep of his tongue, Richie lifted his head and directed his attention to the treasures he’d just untethered.  Cupping their heaviness in his palms, he dipped his head to suckle a swollen tip.  Drawing it in, he rolled the peak over his tongue with soft grunt of pleasure.  His mouth opened wider, consuming her dusky aureole and lavishing it with a deep, open-mouthed kiss.

“Oh, Richie…” she breathed.

He turned his attention to its mate, offering it the same careful attention.  Tasting.  Caressing.  Nibbling.

Until she literally couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Sweetie, you’re killing me.  I’m about to slide into the floor.”

He pulled her tight against him with a throaty chuckle.  “I’m not letting you go anywhere, baby.”

“Not even to bed?”

“Oh, you’ll go to bed, but not until we get rid of these clothes.”  Richie unfastened the button on her jeans and worked the zipper down.  “No clothes allowed in bed.” 

His hands slid under the denim and lace to find her bare bottom, giving it a firm squeeze with a purr of appreciation.  With one push, he had her jeans and panties over her the curve of her hips.  One more shove and they were pooled at her feet, and he helped her step out of them with a kiss on the end of her nose.

“Now get into bed,” he invited with an affectionate pat on her backside. 

She willingly obliged, crawling onto the mattress and settling back against the pillows.  Looking at him. 

Taking in every rugged feature.  Watching his every breath.

“Jesus, Allegra!  The way you look at me…  I can’t describe it.”

She rose to her knees, reaching forward to place her palm against his cheek.  Her eyes engaged his with a tender smile.  “Like I love you?”

Richie’s hand came to rest over hers.  “Yeah.  Just like that.”

She winked at him and reached for the button on his pants.  “No clothes allowed in bed.”

It was only seconds before he was beside her in the bed, and she was rubbing herself up against him.  Skin brushing against skin.  Hands wandering restlessly.  Eagerly seeking the sensitive little spots that drove them wild. 

He trailed kisses down her tummy, and she tugged at him, knowing that his kisses would become more intimate.   “No.  Together.”

“Just a taste.”  He lightly swirled his tongue in her belly button.  “Please?”

How could she deny him when she wanted it just as badly?  His touch was exhilirating.

“Just for a minute,” she relented.  “I don’t wanna come without you.”

“You won’t,” he breathed, nosing his way into her luscious folds with a sigh.  His tongue flicked over the delicate bud of flesh just once before burrowing downward.  Inhaling deeply of her scent, Richie lapped at her like a kitten with cream.  He dove into her center, drawing out the nectar there with long, broad strokes of his tongue.  Humming with pleasure, he caressed her silkiness over and over, seemingly mesmerized by the feel and taste of her.

“Ohhhh.  Stop,” she finally panted.  “You have to stop.”  Allegra squirmed away from his hungry mouth, trembling with the effort it took to withdraw. 

His face was flushed and his lips glistened with her arousal.  He was sinfully gorgeous, and she needed  him. 

Sitting up, she tucked her feet under her and waited for him to wriggle his way up next to her.  She ran her hands lightly over his face, dotting it with butterfly kisses. 

“I have a request,” she whispered.

Eyebrow winging upward with interest, he smiled naughtily and said, “Name it.”

“Sit up and cross your legs Indian-style.”

With only a mild look of curiosity, he did as she asked, his erection standing stiffly at attention.  Allegra stroked it lightly as she edged toward him.   She widened her stance, preparing to seat herself on his lap. 

“Baby, if you’re about to do what I think you are… I need a condom.”  He reached behind him, leaning back to snatch open the nightstand drawer.  By only the grace of long fingers, was he able to reach one of the little packets from its resting place.

Ripping it open, he was about to sheath himself when she spoke. 

“Let me.”

Intimacy was what she craved, and this simple act was among the most intimate.  She took the thin latex, allowing him to guide her hands until it was rolled securely over his length.  Her hand offered one last caress before she lifted her eyes to his.

Never breaking eye contact, She balanced herself with hands on his shoulders until she could begin to descend ever so slowly downward onto his rigid arousal.    

He hissed in appreciation as she gradually allowed him to impale her, stretching her delicate walls.  Slithering deeper and deeper.  Until, at last, he was fully immersed. 

Her ankles locked at his back, and they were face-to-face, chest-to-chest with barely a breath between them.   With a gentle kiss, Allegra murmured, “This is almost close enough.”

His hips involuntarily thrust at her words, head falling back to expose the thick column of his throat. 

She couldn’t resist the lure.  She leaned close, her tongue snaking out to lick along its length and taking extra time to swirl around the bulge that was his Adam’s apple.  The salty tang of sweat zinged on her tastebuds.

“Have I ever told you how handsome you are?”  She nuzzled the spot behind his left ear where his earring dangled enticingly.  “And how sexy this earring is?”

“I’m glad you like what you see.”

Hips rotating ever so slightly, she whispered, “I do.  Very much.”

Richie glided his hands up the lithe arch of her back, hooking his fingers over shoulders that shivered at the touch.  With a light downward push of his hands and upward thrust of his hips, he buried himself a little more deeply.

Her breasts pushed against his chest, the nipples stiffening at the friction when he thrust again.

“Allegra...  Baby.” 

His hips rocked a little harder.  A little faster.

Every rock of his hips was answered with a roll of hers until they found the rhythm that danced them into a breathless excitement.  Gripping his arms, she panted lightly, her longing for completion growing desperate.    

He gripped her hips and moved more feverishly against her, the hunger rising up to consume them both.  “Come with me, baby,” he rasped.

Their arms wrapped passionately around one another, clutching tightly enough to feel every breath.  Every heartbeat.  Every bead of perspiration that was drawn from their pores.   

Richie whispered sweet, nonsensical nothings in her ear, as he drove her harder, causing her to writhe and whimper in his embrace. 

She clung to him, eyelids tightly closed as he invited her to dance in a prism of color.  A myriad of hues swirled behind her eyes and Allegra soared into the rainbow of emotions.  Fuchsia heat swept over her skin, leaving behind a rosy flush in the buttercup sunshine.  Her heart fluttered, beating like the gossamer wings on the kaleidoscope of butterflies hovering in the air.  Her inner core ebbed and flowed with yearning, as waves of sapphire washing over her toes.

But there.  There in that one distinctive spot.  All of that color came together in a brilliant white light.  The light beckoned her with its ethereal beauty, and Richie ardently pushed her toward it.  She was getting closer.  She could feel the heat as she neared it.  Then its glorious warmth flooded her.

The prism shattered, and she with it, into a million iridescent shards of exquisiteness.  She cried out at the beauty of it. 

Collapsing, spent and without oxygen, in a boneless heap against him, the dots of white light still floated in her peripheral vision. 

“Richie…”  she gasped.  Her muscles continued to contract around him, unwilling to relinquish their hold just yet.  “Oh… my God...”

His sweat dampened forehead rested against hers, and his chest heaved, drawing in great gulps of air.  “Jesus.”

They held each other, basking in the euphoria until the world began to spin again in a familiar pattern.  The air settled around them, and Allegra shivered as her skin began to cool.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, dropping a kiss on her head before gently disentangling their limbs from one another.

As close as they’d just been, she couldn’t stand the thought of being apart from him.  “Hurry,” she murmured, her hand holding onto him until the last possible second.

This time had seemed so different.  So much more intense.  That shattering white light and the heat that took her with it.  Allegra trembled at the memory.  She could still feel the heat inside her. 

Had he done something differently?  Or had the position they were in made that much of a difference?  Or was this just the first time they’d truly made love?

The bathroom door opened and his footsteps padded across the carpet.  Curling up on her side, she turned her face up with a contented smile for him.

Richie returned the smile absently, giving her a soft kiss before climbing under the covers with her and snuggling her in his arms.

“Richie, that was absolutely breathtaking,” she exalted in a voice full of wonder, tipping her face up to see him.  “It was so powerful this time.   I felt so connected to you!  I think I even knew the minute you climaxed.  I was THAT in tune with you.”

“It felt different this time?  Physically different?” he asked softly, brushing the hair back from her face.

“Yes!  I just can’t describe the feeling inside of me.  Oh my gosh...”

“Did you feel a deep, gushing heat near the end?”

She burrowed her head into his chest, shivering lightly.  “I still feel warm inside from it.”

He held her close, rocking her as he would a small child.  With a deep breath, he told her quietly, “Baby, that was me coming inside you.  The condom broke.”