Chapter 80

Richie curled himself into the deck chair off their small balcony, dragging in a lungful of beach air and smoke. He’d cocked the chair so he could see her, watch over her. It had been three days since the attack. She was curled into the white, linen sheets, the pale white of the mosquito netting shielding her from the early dawn light. Her dark hair, tangled around the pillow, fanning around and out to him, as if motioning him closer.

He glanced down at the cherry red heat of the tip of his cigarette and lifted it to his mouth again. He was afraid to touch her. He hated that he was afraid, in his heart he knew that it was fear talking, but he was powerless to stop it; hell he didn't even know how to. She’d tried to ease him, tried to help him but every time he touched her soft skin all he could see was her shattered eyes and ripped skirt. How could she want him now? How could anything he did ever feel good again?

She stirred, her back arching as the sheet slid low to show the creamy skin of her breast and the raspberry pink tip of a nipple. His cock twitched as she rolled over, the line of her tanned hip and thigh a stark relief against the blinding white. He remembered another day, when he’d watched her much the same way. His cock warned him that it had been a memory he should shut down. He closed his eyes, remembering the sheathing of her perfect body down around him.

Turning away, he took a last drag of his cigarette and flicked it off the balcony. The sun, with its warm rays felt cold. Would he ever feel warm again? Feel her warmth without worrying he would hurt her?

Her eyes opened slowly as the emptiness of the bed began to intrude upon her sleep. He was out there, again, sitting alone, lost in his thoughts, without a guitar or anything to help the pain. She needed him and dammit he was afraid of hurting her. She could see it every time he looked her way, and that just wouldn’t do. She needed his kisses, his touches, his lovemaking to erase the sickening memories. And if he wouldn’t come to her willingly for her to have that, well she'd just have to go to him.

She stretched languidly, her eyes beginning to gleam as she slowly sat up and placed her feet on the floor, her deep brown eyes beginning to burn with determination. Standing she moved slowly to the door and stepped onto the balcony, then moved to Richie and casually straddled his lap as her hands reached out to caress each side of his face.


"Morning Lover."

Richie's fingers fisted as he leaned in just enough to kiss her gently. "Morning, love," he said with another soft kiss. He itched to curl himself around her, to feel the silky skin of her surrounding every part of him. Instead he gripped the arms of his chair, trying desperately not to look at the lovely naked body sitting so trustingly on his lap.

Elena tilted her head, her tongue flickering out to ask entrance to his mouth as her hips began to slowly grind against his lap. "Now kiss me proper Pony. I want a real morning kiss."

Forgetting himself for a moment, he opened under her seeking mouth. He felt the texture of her exploding on his tongue, feeling his cock rising against the worn cotton of his sleep pants and moaned. He had to stop, now before he hurt her. He stood, trying to push her away. God, he had to stop before he couldn't. It felt like it had been forever since he'd last touched her.

When she locked her arms around his neck and her ankles at his back he finally touched her. His fingers coasted over her back, gripping her tight as he teetered on the edge of control. "Elena," he whispered, grasping a handful of hair to tear her mouth off of his. "I don't want to hurt you," he closed his eyes, willing his body to listen to him.

Elena's throaty laugh whispered from her lips as she placed a finger under his chin and tilted his head enough so that they were looking eye to eye. "Richard Stephen Sambora, you could never hurt me. I know that, better than I know things about myself. I need you Pony, I need your touches, I need for you to make me scream. Dammit, only you can erase what happened, don’t you get that? If you don't, then well...."

Her words stopped as she writhed against him harder, her head dipping down as she flicked her tongue over his nipple before gliding over that glorious little valley between his pecs, only to reach the other nipple before grazing it slowly. "I want you Pony, I'll always want you."

His head dropped back as he sucked in a breath. His fingers gentled as he turned back to their room. Words escaped him as he tried to find his way through a darkness he'd never experienced. Kneeling on the bed, he used every ounce of control he had and slowly lowered himself on top of her. His body surged when her legs opened for him, but he ignored the rush of blood blasting into his dick. Instead he lowered his mouth to hers, brushing his lips over hers. Letting his lips coast over her shoulder then back again to the other shoulder, resuming the easy kiss.

He was being so gentle, so careful, like she was a piece of fragile china and that gnawed at her. A soft whimper escaped her as she felt the fear and panic in every single touch. He was being too careful, but at least he was touching her, and each gentle whisper of his hands brought forth a whimpered sigh, a sigh that held a deep tone of near frustration.


He felt the sting of her nipples pressing against his chest. He had to be careful, had to keep things easy. Dipping his head, he found the tip and laved a tongue over the tight nipple, sucking it into his mouth as he drew tiny circles along her belly.

Dragging in a breath, he let his fingers drift lower, his thumb sliding along the hood of her. Terrified that he'd find her unresponsive, he groaned at the heat he found. Thank God, Thank God, you’re not disgusted or turned off by me. Pressing against her lightly, he sighed when she shivered.

Her fingers slid into his hair and twisted there as she murmured against his neck, her teeth biting down lightly on the corded muscle. Her hips arched up against him, her need for him burning as deep as ever. "I love you Pony."

His hands slid up and under her, cradling her in as he breathed in her scent. Sea and soap and sunshine. "I love you, Lains. God, I love you." He moaned in her ear as her body shifted under him. As her hips rolled under his he fought against the need to grind against her.

She needed easy. She needed comfort, not his overanxious dick. He pressed into her, meeting the light undulations of her body with some of his own. He sipped from her, nibbling along the fragile bones of her clavical, up her neck to tug on the sensitive lobe of her ear. "Only you," he said on an uneven breath.

Wildfire raced along each inch of her skin as she moved against him, each gentle whisper of a touch teasing her as her mind screamed for more. She knew, in the core of her being why he was being so easy, and she loved him all the more for his fear, but she wanted, god how she wanted, not just this gentleness, but all of him, whole and happy again.


Her lips brushed over his shoulder, as her hand slid into the waist of his sleep pants. Petite fingers slid over the hard steel length and wrapped around it, that hardness she craved to the pit of her soul. "I need you so much love, so much," she continued to murmur as her fingers played along his length, one finger teasing the lil crease on the tip.

Biting back a growl, he forced himself not to push himself more forcefully in her hand. Gentle, right? He nearly jumped off the bed to get her away from him when the tiny flick of her finger rounded the head of his cock. Sweet Jesus, it felt good.

Straining above her, he lifted himself, palms braced on either side of her as he found the diamond hard tip of her nipple with his lips, drawing it deep into his mouth. He opened around it, scraping his teeth over the peachy soft skin before he brushed his nose over the underside flicking his tongue along the tissue softness of her.

She cupped him again, drawing his pants over his ass and away until the sea saturated air touched on his painfully hard shaft. "Elena," he gasped.

She arched up against him, her eyes opening to look up into his for the briefest of moments before she tugged on his hair to bring his lips closer to hers. "Yes Lover?"

"I want to be inside of you," he said instantly wanting to snatch back his words. How weak was he? Maybe it wasn't time, yet. His gaze slid down to the shorn apex at her naked thighs, open and waiting for him. The lightest of tan lines that had faded into flawless skin so brown she could have been an islander. The slick line of her lips that he ached to slide into. God to feel her around him again, in every way.

His arms shook as he held himself back. His aching length cupped in one soft hand as her other handdragged him closer. She’s dragging me closer? His thoughts vanished as the mist of lust started to get the best of him.

An unholy sparkle of delight began to shine in her eyes as she pulled his lips even closer, her hand moving from his hardness for a moment as she nibbled upon that succulent lower lip.. With a move born of lust, determination and desire she wrapped her legs around him and pulled down on his waist,her hands sliding into his hair and pulling him further in.

Once he'd felt the sweet sucking glide of her body, he tried like hell to keep a fingernail hold on his control. But feeling her close around him was like nirvana. Nightmares and fear bunched his muscles as he finally pushed himself into her, drawing back to feel the wet, hot fist of her body again. "Elena," he whispered.


Passion glazed eyes opened to find him as she lifted her head to kiss his lips, the softest growl whispering from her. Her hands pulled him even closer as she arched again, her legs tightening around him as they flexed. "Yesssssssss Pony, God, yessssssss."

"God help me," he muttered as she took him in, surrounded him with arms and legs until he couldn't think. "I don't want-" he hissed as her mouth came up and teeth nipped at his lower lip.

"I want," her words whispered in the air, as she bit down a bit harder on his lower lip, "I WANT." Her hands tugged at him harder as she arched and writhed below him, "I wannnnnnnnt," her voice a barely whispered moan as she attempted to make him one with her.

"No, baby...I want. I want everything. I just don't want to hurt you," he said regretfully.

She wanted his fire, his near dominance as he took her higher than high, she needed her man, and this wasn't him. "Goddammit Pony!" With a move born of years of defense training she held tight to him and did a sideways buck, rolling him to his back with her still astride him. With one fluid move she impaled herself upon his hardness as she bent forward to capture his lips in a soul searing kiss. "I Wannnnt Pony."

Straining under her he gasped as her body took him and scrambled his senses. The heat of her and the anger slapped at him until he reared up to meet each ferocious flex of her thighs and inner walls around him. He pushed harder, his body unwilling to hold off anymore. His needs too long denied went into overdrive as he plunged into her. The suction and slide, friction and drive of her astride him drove him to the edge.

"I need-" he gasped and strained under her, rolling her onto her back again as he slid an arm under her leg pushing deeper. "God, yes." He brushed his cheek over the calf that rode high on his shoulder as he pushed her closer to where he was. Nipping at her skin there he leaned back and slammed into her. "I'm sorry, baby. I can't hold back. I-" He growled as her hips pistoned in time to the greed that was sucking him under.

Her nails raked along his spine, as she pulled him tighter to her, her lips gliding over his shoulder before biting down in possession. "Mine." He was hers, and she was his, with no need for I'm sorry's. "DON’T apologize, I WANT this, I want you, my Pony, MINE."

"Mine," he agreed and drove into her, pulling her thigh back down to grasp his hips. He lowered himself so he could capture her lips in a heated kiss. "Mine," he said against her mouth. "Never his," he said on a whimper. "I'm always," he pressed in on her, drilling her into the soft mattress. "forever yours," he said and threw his head back losing himself in her.

Soft screams echoed as she moved against him, taking him deeper her need burning out of control. "Forever and a day." Her inner walls tightened as she rasped her tongue over his shoulder, wanting more, needing more, her every action begging for harder and higher as she nipped, teased and slid nails along every available inch of skin.

"Come for me baby," he whispered as his strokes lengthened until he tipped her back and found the edge of sweet oblivion yawning ahead of them. "I need to feel all of you. I need you," he swallowed against the overwhelming crush of love for this woman. She was so much stronger than he could have ever imagined.

She shouted her release, his name an anthem upon her lips as she flew over the edge and straight into the heavens, her body tightening around him like a too tight glove. She pulled him down to her, her hands unable to stop roaming over his skin. She held him tight, her heart thundering in her ears as the oneness that was them surrounded her again.

Her release astounded him, dragging him over the edge with the milking pulse of her body, the scoring of her fingernails as she found her pleasure and the pure joy in her response to him. Her name was a prayer as he held her, even when his body was so wrung dry he wanted to drop into sleep, even as her heart rate slowed and she curled into him. "My Elena," he whispered into the sun filled room. Sleep finally found him with her wrapped securely in his arms.