One Hundred Fifteen

Allegra sat straight up in his lap, turning pale at the thought of pushing the news beyond the immediate, close-knit Jovi family into their ‘real’ families.

“Oh my God.   I hadn’t thought that far ahead.”  She slumped back against his chest, weary at the mere thought of tackling her parents.  Uncle John and his family she wasn’t so worried about, but her mother?  “Can we save that for another day?”

“Take a deep breath and relax, Sunshine,” he laughed.  “Babies are blessings, and our families will be happy about ours.  I know Ma will be thrilled.”

She calmed instantly at the use of his pet name for her.  It was the first time she’d heard it since their reuniting, and it let her know that even if things weren’t completely mended between them now, they were very much on their way.

“Okay,” she agreed, lifting her head to regard him with a quirked eyebrow.  “But you remember meeting my mother, right?  Unwed, pregnant daughter may not go over quite as smoothly at the Castanelli Catholic Church as it does in the Sambora Sanctuary.  I’m just saying.”

“We’ll get through it just fine – together.”  Richie leaned in to place a kiss in the niche beneath her ear.  “Right now I’m more interested in a different kind of ‘together’ activity.”

Her body went on instant alert at the seductive murmur tickling the shell of her ear.  The sensation was delightful; she had to restrain herself from giggling and adopted an innocent air.  “Oh?  What kind of activity is that?”

Heated breath warmed her nape as he burrowed beneath the curtain of her hair.  “Some heavy duty snuggling – to start with.”

“Mmm.  I can’t think of anything I’d rather do.”

A hot callused palm crept its way up her thigh, stealing under the edge of her nightie to cradle her hip and pull her more firmly into him with a low growl that vibrated his chest and sent shivers up her spine.  Delicate hands began exploring the cotton covered expanse of his chest, appreciating the hard muscle hidden beneath its softness.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she breathed.  “Every time I closed my eyes, you were there, haunting me.  It’s why I couldn’t sleep.”

“Shhh…  It’s over now, darlin’.  Just let me love you.”

The tenderness in his words filled her heart to overflowing, and this time she fought back tears of a completely different kind – those of happiness.

He chuckled kindly, scooting his chair away from the table and easing Allegra to her feet.  “When did you turn into such a crybaby?”

“I never cried before you,” she sniffled.  “You touch places inside of me that have never been touched before.”

Nudging gently, he guided her bottom to the table and encouraged her to sit on it.  In an attempt to distract her from the tears, he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.  “And I plan on touching them again VERY soon.”

She grinned and scooched back so that all of her weight was resting on the hard oak surface.  Still seated, her breasts were in his direct line of vision and he slid his palms up to cup them through the jersey-knit fabric of her shirt, thumbs lightly teasing her nipples to attention.   

“Sore?”

“Mmmm…”  Fingers that were entangled in his hair clutched at his scalp when the effects of his touch went zinging along her nerve endings.  “No.”

“Then that feels good?” he murmured, looking up into her dazed expression and placing more pressure on the sensitized tips.

“Ye-es…”

Suddenly releasing her, his hands eased up under the Giants shirt and swept it over her head.  His lips sought a single rosy peak without hesitation, drawing it into the moist heat of his mouth.  Suckling deeply, his hands slipped up under the ebony curtain of hair to press against her shoulder blades and keep her from escaping his inquisitive mouth.

Over and over, he rolled the delicate little morsel across his tongue, occasionally giving a sharp sudden pull to make her gasp.  Releasing the left breast with a wet ‘pop’, he proceeded to lavish the same attention on its mate, until she was writhing against him, pushing her pillowy softness against his face.  Richie groaned with pleasure at the scent, taste and feel of the woman he’d been missing so dearly.

“Richie,” Allegra breathed, not even caring that she was sitting on the kitchen table in nothing but her panties.  Her neck arched, exposing its length and causing her hair to slither across his hands.

Levering himself up the few necessary inches, he sought after the pulse in her neck, intent as a vampire stalking its prey.  The palpitations at the base of her throat beckoned him, and his tongue extended in anticipation of its throbbing wildly against his taste buds.

The slight salt of her skin registered first, and then he could feel it.  The steady ‘thump’ of her heart beating against the flat of his tongue.  Concentrating fully, he could feel the tempo go from quick and steady to erratic as he licked up the length of her jugular, to the point it disappeared behind her jawbone. 

He was drawn to repeat the process, but couldn’t manage to get past the base of her throat, where the pulse was strongest.  He drew on it, skimming his tongue back and forth like a bow on a cello string.

“Ohhh my God!  What are you doing?”

His laugh merely vibrated against her skin, intensifying the peculiar sensation.

Releasing her neck, he retreated to study her beautifully nude body, the dainty dove tattoo drawing the attention of his fingertips, dusting lightly across the artwork.  They crept to the center of her abdomen, making lazy circles as he intently regarded the silky expanse of flesh.  Independent fingers fused into a warm hand tenderly cradling her tummy.   Without warning, his head dipped to whisper, “Hello there little one.  I’m your Daddy.”

Allegra’s gaze fell to his face in surprise.  “What are you doing?”

“Introducing myself,” he told her, dropping a quick kiss just below her belly button.

Sweetest man alive, she thought, the tears pooling in her eyes as her fingers combed tenderly through his hair.  “You’re nuts,” she avowed with a watery smile.

He straightened his back, leveling her with a cocky smirk.  “Crybaby.”

She barked with laughter, and pulled him up to hungrily claim his mouth.  Just before their lips crashed together she defended herself.  “I’m blaming it on hormones.  This too…”  Her tongue boldly sought entrance to his beautifully framed mouth, briefly savoring the perfect portal that his lips made.

His mouth met hers with the same boldness and fervency, wanting only to drown himself in the tidal wave of desire that crashed over them.  Allegra’s muffled cries spurred him on and the only thing that could draw his lips from hers was her frantic clawing at his t-shirt.  The brief moment it took to whip it over his head was all the time he allowed their mouths to be separated.

Allegra fretfully ran her hands over his broad, muscled shoulders and down over the tattoos, where they anchored firmly around the rock-hard biceps under them.  His arms were flexed to allow his hands to settle around her waist, sliding her closer to the edge of the table, and him.

“Stand up,” he commanded hoarsely, whisking her panties to the ground the instant she put her feet against the floor. 

He nuzzled the valley between her breasts as his fingers went seeking the heat that emanated from the warm haven he’d exposed.  Finding her warm and ready, he heeded the call of her flexing hips and slid one of his long fingers into the sweetly intimate passageway that he’d craved.  Satisfaction made his chest swell with the ease at which that finger moved in and out, her desire coating it to ease the friction. 

Hearing her mewl of pleasure, another finger joined in the snug confines and was gripped by the eager muscles inviting him inside.

“I thought about you,” he confessed, seeing her head tipped forward in pleasure.  “Every night I’d close my eyes and see your beautiful face, hungry eyes darkened to a deep blue in passion.  I could feel you next to me, on top of me, surrounding me.  I wanted you everywhere, every way.”

She knew now why the man made a living writing songs.  His words had a way of touching you.  They weren’t fancy, but they were REAL, designed to evoke emotions.  Could she compete with that?  No, but she had to put forth an effort to let him know he wasn’t alone.

“While you were gone, my body craved your touch,” she countered huskily, finding it hard to breathe and speak at the same time.  “Especially… after the first night we had phone sex.  The things you said to me… were burned into my mind and would come to surface at really… inappropriate times.”

His fingers pumped her slowly.  Richie felt her legs starting to quiver and he wondered if he could push her over the edge at least once before he fully possessed her.

“You mean skin on skin?  No barriers between me and you?”

Allegra nodded with a whimper, hips gyrating against his hand.

“That’s what kept me going, baby – knowing that when I got home we would be physically closer than we ever had.”  The flat of his thumb sought the pleasure center at the top of her cleft.  “I want to let go and fill you with my passion,” he growled, firmly circling the sensitive nerve endings.

She was overwhelmed at the intensity of her desire and moaned in response to his careful ministrations.  “Then do it,” she panted.  “Right now.”

His clever fingers still danced in her happy place, teasing and tempting her to fly over the mountaintop.  “You first, Sunshine,” he breathed.  “Come on.”  His thumb intensified its efforts to incite her as his fingers wiggled deep within her.  “You know you want to.”

“I do.  Oh GOD, I do.  Right… THERE!”  She sucked in a sharp breath and promptly shattered.  “Ohhhh!”  Her hips convulsed and muscles trembled with the release of their built up tension.

She cried in disappointment as his fingers abandoned her and stripped his shorts in one fluid movement.  Confident hands guided her to straddle his legs and helped bear the weight as she eased down on his throbbing erection.

The instant his head tunneled into her moist heat, he nearly came undone.  “Jesus, baby.  You feel even better than I dreamed.  So hot around me.”

Richie had obviously gone bareback before, but this time, with this woman felt different.  Maybe it was because he’d spent so much time thinking about it after their phone conversations.  Maybe it was because he knew he was in uncharted waters.  It had to be a psychological thing of some kind, and whatever it was made it very difficult to focus on anything but the feeling of wholeness that pervaded his soul as she engulfed him.

Dropping a soft open-mouthed kiss on his lips, she lightly licked them and continued to inch her way downward on his shaft, savoring the feel of him stretching her walls.  It was a feeling only he had given her – borderline between pleasure and pain, full-to-bursting.  There was no denying that he filled her completely and utterly possessed her. 

She didn’t realize how much a little piece of latex had been inhibiting the experience, but she felt his heat radiating from where he was nestled in her very core.  Delicate beads of perspiration appeared, dotting themselves along her skin as evidence of the flame that threatened to consume her.

Finally their two halves morphed into one magnificently combined whole, her slight weight settling fully on his lap.  His hiss of pleasure made her antsy, and she clenched her muscles as much as his invasion would allow.

“Dammit, Allegra, you do that again and it’s gonna be over with,” he moaned.  “Let me do this.” 

Firmly determined hands eased her hips up and down, propelling her little by little toward the pinnacle she’d toppled from only moments before. 

“Too slow,” she murmured, burying her face in his neck and nipping at the corded muscles there.  Allegra tried to overtake the tempo, but he wouldn’t allow it.

“Patience,” he scolded through gritted teeth, maintaining the slow, steady momentum.

She had no idea what he said, so engrossed was she in the avid awareness he was creating within her body.  Impatiently, she struggled to move faster.  When he continued to thwart her with his heavy hand, she satisfied herself by controlling at least the amount of force with which they connected,  bumping heavily against him with each downward stroke.  That extra little push nudged him deeper and she cried out in pleasure as he hit a particularly sensitive spot.

Her enraptured noises did nothing but kill his willpower.  Sooner than he wanted, he had her bouncing along in his lap, her velvety passageway gripping him in all the right places.  Her breasts bobbed in front of his face, and his lips reached out to snag one of the distended nipples.  Sucking insistently, he could feel the end approaching and nipped at the little peak as their hips collided with near-frantic energy.

Her muscles contracted, undulating along his length and pulling him into her personal bliss, where he lost himself in her haunting cries of gratification. 

Her arms gripped around his shoulders and clung tightly as she pressed herself to him, absorbing his spasms of release.

“Give it to me,” she whispered brokenly in his ear.  “I want all of you.”

Just when he’d thought it was over, another wave of ecstasy crashed through him with enough force to make his ears buzz.  His guttural moan echoed around them, as the enchantress in his arms coaxed the last drop of passion from his sticky, sweaty body.

Allegra cradled him close to her bosom, swaying back and forth, slick skin gliding as they both recovered their breath.  She stroked his dampened hair and rocked intimately against him, reveling in the heat that radiated from inside her.  The feeling of completion was unmistakable.

“I love you, Richie.” 

They were the only words that would come.  They were the only ones that mattered.

“I love you too, Sunshine.”