Chapter 100

Kate pushed open the door to Elena's room. An empty wine glass sat on her bedside table and tangled sheets spoke of her restlessness. She sat down on the edge of her bed. It was Thursday afternoon and Elena still hadn't surfaced. "Honey," she shook her shoulder. "Lains, wake up."

She hadn't told Elena that she was taking the extra days off before Jon and Richie's arrival hoping she could catch her off guard. They were coming in Sunday night and she was hoping she could get Elena to talk to her a bit. Maybe she could drag her out shopping for something special to wear for when the guys got home. She shook her shoulder again with a sigh. "Elena, wake up."

Eyes cracked open and glanced blurrily to the body sitting on the bed, "Don't wanna Katydid.. come back later." She turned over to let the stuff coursing through her blood lull her back into dreamless sleep.

"Lains it's two in the afternoon. You need to get up, hon."

Elena groaned and pushed up before rubbing her bloodshot eyes. "Not like I have anything to do today Katy. Whats up?" She leaned back and sighed knowing if Kate wanted her up she was just gonna have to be up.

"Well, I took a few extra days off. I figured we could hit up some stores. Shop and find something pretty and or sexy. Do some food shopping, that sort of thing. Get the house ready for the mini-break the guys are going to have."

"That's days away Katy." She turned her dull brown gaze onto Kate’s face full force. "That's not why you're in here. What gives?"

Kate stood up and lifted the wine glass. "I'm worried about you, Lains," she sighed. "I did a trash run and nearly killed myself with how many bottles were in the bag to go out." She paced to the door, crossing her arms with the wine glass tucked into her chest.

One shapely shoulder shrugged, "It's just wine Katydid."

"A bottle a night isn't just wine, Lains."

Elena pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around her legs. "It helps me sleep Kate. It helps ok? I'll be fine when Richie gets back."

Setting the glass on the table outside the room, she sat back on the bed. "Maybe it would help if you talked about it." She flicked a strand of her dark hair over her shoulder.

"I gotta be strong, simple as that. I can't let it beat me. Ok so I need some help sleeping, but right now I don't feel safe, and well it helps. I know you what you think. Gawd, you think I'm getting too wrapped in Richie. Yes you are, I can see it in your eyes girlfriend, but you don't get how safe he makes me feel." She paused for a moment as she collected her thoughts.

"When Richie is around I feel safe, secure, I Know no one can hurt me, not like that guy tried too. When he's gone it’s too easy to remember the smells, the sounds, the fear, so I drink to sleep. I gotta stay strong Katy. Richie worries so much ya know? I gotta stay strong."

"But at what cost? Blocking all that out with wine and sleeping pills? I know that's what you're doing. It's not good for you or your body...hell, Lains. It's not good for any part of you." She stood up and flicked the shade to her bedroom open, letting the midday sun into the cave of a room. "Richie wouldn't want that. And you focusing on Richie as your savior don’t do anyone any favors."

Elena sighed softly and shook her head, "It's not that he's my savior, although in some odd ways he is, he did save me from being raped. It's just, when he’s around well he's bigger than life, and just so funny. I just feel safer Kate. He doesn’t act like I’m some injured piece of broken humanity. It helps keep me centered. Maybe its not handling it case book style, but it works for me. If it works for me isn’t that all that matters?" She tilted her head and sighed. "I just don’t like the bad dreams, and I never get those unless I'm alone."

She turned around and leaned against the window. "Because you're not dealing with it around Richie, don't you see that? Closing it off doesn't heal it up, it only covers it up. I've seen this kind of thing too many times, Lains. I don't want you to go down that road." She sat back down on her bed. "Richie's not going to be here a lot of the time, honey."

Elena slid from the bed and moved to the closet, "If I open it up and let it over run me what good does that do Kate?? I'll be a blubbering mass on the floor, which won’t be good for anyone." She pulled a pair of jeans and one of Richie's tee-shirts from the closet. "But you tell me what you think I should do and I'll do it, or well try too."

"Honey, I'm not trying to tell you how to do anything. I just want to help you get better. Those fears will just keep getting bigger if you ignore them or medicate them away."

She buttoned her jeans after slipping them on then pulled on her tee-shirt, a gentle sigh whispering over her lips. "I’m not avoiding it Kate. A man tried to rape me, scared the living shit out of me. Sometimes I can still smell his way too sweet cologne or hear his voice. I close my eyes and I see that hall. It happened. But ya know what was worse? It hurt someone I love, he couldn't touch me for days, he was afraid of hurting me Kate."

She walked over and sat by her friend, shoulders slumping as that thought circled her brain. "I can stand just about everything, but the dreams are always darker and scarier, cuz in the dreams Richie doesn’t get there in time. But Katy, it will be ok. For me, at least, my answer does for now lie in the normalness I have with Richie, and if he ends up afraid of hurting me again I don’t know what I'll do."

"Nooo," she gripped Elena's hands. "Honey, Richie loves you. I can see that now. I mean I was shocked as hell when you guys sprung the whole wedding thing on me, but it doesn't take a genius to see that the boy is positively smitten with you." She sighed. "Don't hide everything from him. It's no way to start a marriage, darlin'. You'd be mad as hell if he kept something like this from you."

Elena studied her friend and nodded. "Yeah I know, I just worry I guess. You're right though, I have to tell him, and I will. I just pray he understands."

"Don't underestimate him. He may be a guy...and an overprotective one at that, but he's still your husband. He's going to love you no matter what. And yes he had a bit of trouble in the beginning...after the attack, but honey any guy would. They are trained from birth half the time to do the protecting. When they lose that power, they go a little wonky. He worked himself past it." She rolled her eyes, "and how by the level of busy this bed and that tissue paper wall gets."

Elena's brow arched, "there’s another bed just as busy these days sister." She laughed as she stood, "Now I heard something bout shopping? Let’s go find something to blow their socks off when they get home."

Ignoring that comment Kate stood. "Shopping sounds like an excellent plan."

Chapter 99

February 24,1987

My dearest Pony,

Gosh, its already been a week or so since I last wrote, and a few days since we last talked! Feels like a year already doesn't it? Haha. (Ok you know I lose time.)) Oh god you're gonna be home in just a week or so! I can hardly wait. Honestly this big old bed is just too cold when you're not in it. Maybe its cuz I keep the air conditioner on high? Guess who got me used to that I wonder?

Let's see, what's happened since my last major missive?

Kate as usual is working her crazy self into the ground. She’s pulling more and more doubles. I think its cuz she’s missing Mop Top more than she'll admit too. *rolling eyes* Oh he’s just entertainment she says. I say.. HELLO she’s got it bad. So she’s all grouchy on her days off, definitely not the waking up fun I have when you're here. Showers are just boring without you around I’ll have you know.

Other than my most adoring public Kate, things are doing well. I finally finished my thesis. ((say yay honey it means I get that degree finally)) Professor said it was one of the better ones he'd read in years. I'm a shoo in for a slot getting my doctorate If I want it.. Can't decide on that. Really I think giving this place four years of my life was enough. I have bigger fish to fry. Ok well I have better things to do, me and frying or cooking is just dangerous, really.

I do need to decide what to do next, but that’s something we’ll do together. Those types of things are decisions a married couple should make together right?

Ok, Ok, I know. You’re sitting there eyes rolling and saying, “ok now Lains, how are you doing really.” Quit worrying baby, I’m ok, seriously.. well other than this deep ache I feel in my heart while you’re gone, other than missing your smile and body. Other than…

Missing your long legs tangled with mine, your insanely long and limber fingers dancing all over my skin. And then there’s your lips and well baby like I’ve said before my fingers just can’t do the things you can do. Not the only reason I miss my Pony though, I miss making him crazy with a hum, kissing each inch of his body, his heat as he curls me into his arms. Oh god I can just go on and on….

Oh shit there’s the doorbell, supposed to be heading out for a celebratory drink or two with the girls. Hurry home lover, I need ya.

Loves and kisses..

Elena

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Richie dumped his bag and landed face first on his bed. "Shit, I hate this traveling part. I swear I'm going to hurl just at the smell of that bus." He rolled over and smirked at Jon. "Alec bent your ear the whole five hours, huh?"

Jon flopped backwards onto the pillows of his bed. "And then some man, I do NOT get what’s going on with him of late."

"I understand some of the blow at the parties, but I think he's dipping in a whole lot more than at parties."

"Yeah, maybe that's it." Jon closed his eyes a moment and wandered back over Alec's shifty behavior in the last two months. It wasn’t just the blow, it couldn’t be. There seemed to be a shift in his whole demeanor. He’d have to have a talk with him soon, before he self-destructed.

Richie slid off the bed and reached for his bag. Jon was known for his cat naps for a little recharge and he could snag a look at his letter from Elena.

He was a sad sack. He didn't like to admit it, but loved the letters she wrote. He could hear her in his head every time he read one. Grinning as he skimmed through it he settled back on his bed.

The shrill ring of the phone interrupted his reading about her thesis. When Jon didn't move, he reached over. "Yo!"

"Hey, Richie."

"Well hell, Kate. That was quick. We just walked in the damn door."

Kate snorted. "You guys gotta use better names than Captain Crunch and Count Chockula."

He laughed, "C'mon those are good. Who the hell's going to ask for that?"

"Me."

"Damn, I see your point. We'll have to think of something harder. Oh wait, that's Jon's perpetual state of being, don't want to rub it in."

"Pig," she said with a laugh. "So, is the little shit there?"

"He's sleeping." When Jon grunted, he laughed. "Or maybe not," he muttered. "Hey, Jonny wanna talk to Dr. Hottie?"

One blue eye flicked open as a middle finger shot up. "Damn straight, gimme the phone jackass."

"See, testy. I'm sorry in advance, Doc."

"I can handle Oscar."

Jon grabbed the phone muttering. "Hello beautiful.”

Kate settled into her bed, winding the cord of her phone around her finger. "Hiya, grouchy. How's my guy?"

A grin slid onto his lips as he pulled the phone closer. "Your guy is dead tired and looking forward to 3 days off. How's my baby?"

She glanced down at her bra and scrub pants. She'd nearly made it out of the hospital with the spare she had to go home in, but vomit had followed her home. She sighed, "I'm tired too. These 36 hour shifts are harder to deal with when I know I could be having good sex on my days off but my boy toy is across the world."

"Across the country this month baby, but still a long way to go." He chuckled softly into the phone, "So you like having me around a lil huh?"

"You'll do," she said and cursed inwardly. She hated to look needy. "I wouldn't have bothered you, but I wanted to check in and see if you could give me a little info."

He heard the tired stressed tone in her voice and sat up, "Sure babe. Whatcha need?"

"Richie...how's he dealing lately?"

The very question added to the tone of her voice had Jon standing and moving towards the bathroom phone in hand.This was a conversation he didn’t want Richie hearing. Shutting the door he leaned back,

"Well babe, on letter day he gets really bouncy, but lonely to ya know? Most of the time though he seems pretty happy. Playing the best he has in a while even. Why?"

Kate sighed and wrestled the ponytail holder out of her hair with a groan. "I walked in on a nightmare. She's been hiding it pretty well, but she couldn't tonight. It scared the holy hell outta me, Sugar."

He winced at the word, "Nightmare?"

"I've heard her crying every once in awhile. I know she's gotta deal with the..." she swallowed against the anger it wasn't helping here. "The attack, but she's not. She convinced me to write her a script for sleeping pills, but I think she's dosing with wine. She's trying to hide the bottles, Jon."

"Shit. If she'd told this to King he'd have been home by now. You sure bout the wine baby?" Jon winced, this wasn't good at all dammit.

"She knows I won't refill her script, and I wrote a low dose anyway, but you know those things. Sleeping pills are easy to get hooked on, but add in the wine that I found tonight? And the fact that even after the nightmare was over she couldn’t stay awake?" She raked her hand through her hair. "Dammit, Jon. I'm a doctor I should have caught this. Goddammit!"

"You're only human baby, and Elena, she’s a sneaky lil lady when she wants to be. You can't hold yourself responsible like this." He sighed against the phone his mind working overtime on what she'd said. "Man she must be hiding this from him as well, you know she is, he'd be in pieces if he had an inkling."

"Don't tell him!" She sat up and hugged her arm around her middle. "God, he'd be back here in a friggin' second. I just wanted to see if it was just that bad. I was hoping she wasn't doing what I think she's doing."

"What do you think she’s doing baby?"

"Hiding. She's done it before, but never like this." She clenched her jaw. "She thinks if she doesn't think about it or talk about it her problems will go away."

"Man what can we do? We have another few days on the road at least." Jon shook his head. If it was as bad as Kate made out shit was gonna hit the fan big time.

"I'll watch her, and the script has got to be about gone unless she's found another source." She swore. "She could have gotten another script if she sweet talked a doctor."

"According to King she could sweet talk Satan himself Kate." Jon closed his eyes. How the hell was he gonna hide this from Richie?

"FUCK!" She tossed the phone across the room and slammed her fist into her bed. "Dammit," she got up and lifted the receiver. "Are you still there?"

"Yeah I'm here, My ear's a lil bloody from that god awful slam, but I'm here." He took a deep breath and thought fast. He had to help keep her calm, He knew she needed support, he just wasn’t sure what could be done from thousands of miles away. "What can we do baby?"

"I'm sorry. I usually handle my anger better but I'm..." she growled. "I don't know what to do. I always know what to do," she cursed again.

"Listen to me baby, our last concert this month is just a couple days away. I'll have him home right after that. He needs to know, and he needs to help her deal with this somehow. Can ya hold in there a couple more days??" He closed his eyes and prayed she could, she wasn't as strong as she made out to be at times.

"I can. I'll watch her. I have some vacation days saved up. I'll just take a few extra days. I'll take her mind off of things by letting her plan a party or something. Ugh," she laughed harshly. "Good thing I love her...because a party? Man!"

Jon laughed softly, "Just be prepared to welcome ME home baby."

"Well after you peel me off the ceiling from the party planning, you can do whatever you want to me or with me," she said with a half teasing voice. "Seriously, I--" She swallowed against the need to hold back. She didn't want to need him like she did, hated that she could even need him. "I could really use those arms around me."

"They're yours Katy baby, for as long as you need them. You know that." He murmured softly to her a few more minutes offering comfort and companionship in this moment, making sure she knew she wasn't alone in the fight. "You call me anytime in the next couple of days baby, if you need to vent just call me okay?"

"I will. I--" she swallowed against the quick flash of tears that threatened. "I miss you, Jon," she said grudgingly. She hated to admit it, but after this, she didn't know what she would've done if she didn't have him in her life.

"I miss you too baby, more than ya know." He smiled at the grudging admission, his own a bit easier to make because of it. "I can't wait to see ya."

"Alright, Sugar. Go relax. I know you have a show tomorrow. Not to mention that you shouldn't be wasting your voice on me."

"Kate baby, anything to do with you is not a waste."

"Yeah well, you're a sweetie sometimes." She held the phone close to her ear. "Sweet dreams, Sugar. And if you dream of me, make sure I'm screaming for all the right reasons."

Jon chuckled, "You will be baby, no doubt about it. See you soon."

"Night."

Chapter 98

Morning sunlight flooded the room, drawing him out of the cocoon of sleep. He burrowed into the pillows groaning slightly before opening his eyes to study his still sleeping wife.

Richie slid his fingertips along her shoulder. She'd finally gotten to sleep. He knew her parents had wound her up a bit more than she was letting on. Even if you didn't want to care, there was always a tiny bit of any child that wanted to have their parents proud of them.

He curled around her, snuggled into the queen sized bed that took up the entire north wall of the Bed & Breakfast that they'd found outside of Connecticut. They'd made it as far as Pennsylvania before hunger and exhaustion had finally set in.

He slid his fingers through her hair and leaned back into the pillows. He'd had such warm and supportive parents; he didn't know the type she lived with could even exist. He knew one thing was for sure, he was her family now. He settled in and slept, holding her close. He would be all that she needed.

She woke to strong arms holding her tight and twisted to face the warm body behind her. A sleepy smile graced her face she encountered the satin skin of her husband. Rubbing her nose lightly along his skin, she pressed a light kiss to his chest.

This was all she needed to stay sane, the only family she needed to stay warm and safe. She just hated he had to have a crash course in what being part of her family meant. With slight shake of her head she curled closer, her tongue slipping out to lightly flicker over his skin. IF there were anything that could take away the ills of the day it would be his special scent and the taste of his skin.

He groaned in pleasure this time. "I was just going to bitch about how bright it is in here," he said and rolled her onto her back, nuzzling her nose. "But if I'm going to get some sunshine sex to start my day, I'm going to rethink my grumbles."

Petite fingers slid over his back, her nails grazing along the spine as she laughed. "Not every place can have silver windows gorgeous." She tipped her head forward and captured his lips in a kiss. "You can grumble all you want though."

He leaned into her neck. "Grumble," he said and sipped. "Grumble," he whispered trailing the tip of his tongue over her clavical. "Gruuuuuumble," he purred as he nipped at her chin.

She scooted closer, her legs tangling with his. "Hmm, I like how you grumble." As her words faded out, her lips brushed over his shoulder as her hands wound into his hair. "I'm sorry about yesterday. You really got the prize when it came to in laws."

He sighed, kissing her softly. "I'm not worried about me, Lains. They mean nothing to me. They could have, but not after that display."

One hand slid from his hair to trace the curves and strength of his muscles before moving lower to wrap slowly and gently around his length. "That's why I love you Pony, you have taste."

"Well I did marry you, didn't I?" he said on a groan.

Moist lips grazed over his chest as teeth worried pebbled nubs. "mmmhmm." her hand began the easy pump and slide, her index finger always flicking just so against the underside of his cock-head.

He shuddered against her touch, her name a prayer as he let her cup him, let her have her way with him. Enjoyed her touch without taking the lead.

She pressed kisses along his breast bone as her hand worshipped his length, before reaching out to push him to his back Her hands left his body and his hardness as she rolled to her knees and moved to the end of the bed, her lips starting at his ankles and beginning the trek up his long legs. Nibbles, kisses and slips of the tongue blessed each inch as she continued her travels until her lips moved barely over his sac, then his length before grazing further north.

Richie watched. The way she tasted him, eased him. It was more than the sex, more than the lust. The connection between them never ceased to amaze him. He wanted her more with every breath, and every minute he spent with her. He shivered as her breath warmed him, heated him.

Her hands slid up in a V as she moved over him, each rib, each muscle granted a moment of lip and tongue before she moved on to the next, finally stopping to puff soft breaths of warm air through his patches of fur. No part of him was left untouched, untasted, or unloved as she slowly moved above him, and then again down in a return trek to his waist. Silken hands slid around his length as her lips hovered a moment, her breath teasing him with the promise of what her lips would bring.

He arched beneath her, his voice hoarse as he called out her name. The easing gone and only the heat remained as her heat took him in. Her soft lips surrounded him and he lost himself in her.

She hummed softly as she moved down, then suckled on each upward movement, slender fingers reaching and brushing over his taunt abs before flicking over each nipple. She wrapped her tongue around the head before grazing over the swollen vein, only to stop, slow, then start again on the next groan he made.

Sensory overload drew him deeper as he gasped in pleasure. "Elena," he sucked in a breath as the heat of her fingers and mouth collided. "You--oh fuck. You need to stop that. I'm too close."

Heated brown eyes flicked upwards as she stilled, and began to hum a moment before slowly taking her lips away. "And if I go back to doing what I was doing?"

He tried not to snort, he really did. "Darlin' you're gonna get a mouthful if you don't hold up." He lifted her easily, dragging her up his body. "I'd rather be inside you."

She leaned over and pressed lips to his while whispering, "It's where I want my Pony truth be told."

He grinned and rolled her. "Now that's what I'm talkin' about," he growled and nipped at her ear, down her neck and to her shoulder. The clean scent of her shampoo and the light scent of soap that always surrounded her kicked him into high gear.

He lifted her hips, cupping her ass as he slid home.

She hooked her legs over his waist, her nails dragging along his spine as she moaned his name, her mind spiraling into a deep flame built place that held the two of them. Lips sought for and attained his as she moved to meet him, in search of that one single moment of total union.

His pace slowed as their kiss deepened. Reading her need, he slowed, letting their connection knit them together tighter and tighter until there was no space, no breath between them.

Her heart thundered in her chest and she could damn near swear his heartbeat matched hers as she undulated beneath him, her legs holding tightly too him as she meet him thrust for thrust, rotation for rotation. As he moved slowly and gentle she ached for more and whimpered. "Harder Pony, take me higher."

His arms shook as he held himself up and away from her. "God yes," he moaned and let himself go. Driving into her without holding back, he took from her. All the softness and all the need was cut back with the intensity that came between them. "Elena," her name was now a groan of release as her body wrapped around him. "Elena," he breathed out.

Her neck arched even as her back bent to rise to meet him, his name a warbling cry as he pushed her closer. "Richie, Pony.. fuck.. yesss."

Trying to hold out, he pushed himself for more, to hold on. Riding his way through her orgasm he broke in the middle of it, pouring himself and his love into her.

She sobbed his name on a breath as she wrapped arms tight around him; loathe to lose even that skin to skin closeness. Exhaling his name on the softest whisper she smiled. "I love how you love me."

He smiled against her mouth, letting the ease of her tears clean him, heal him. Every day it was getting easier to hold onto her without wanting to crush her closer. Hold her close against the world. "Good thing, because I'm never going to stop."

"Mmmm good thing I like that part." She laughed easily and held tight too him basking in his heat and closeness.

Chapter 97

Kate’s cheek hit the carpet and for once the scratchy fibers felt good. Heaving in a breath, she looked under the couch. There was the remote for the stereo! “You know, just because we’re alone doesn’t mean you have to fuck me into the next century.”

Jon cracked an eye open and looked her way, "Yeah it does."

She giggled. A little startled to actually hear that noise come out of herself. "Sugar, I think you need to save a little of that juice for later."

He rolled to his side a quizzical look in his eyes. "Why do i need to save juice for later Katy??"

"We've got at least three days to ourselves. You're going to dehydrate yourself." When he reached for her she squeaked and rolled. "Oh no!" She grabbed his t-shirt and slipped it on and headed into the kitchen. "You behave."

He slowly crawled up onto the couch and leaned back. "For a minute maybe."

She snagged two beers from the fridge and climbed around him, letting him settle between her thighs. As he leaned back and got comfortable she pushed his hair away and kissed his shoulder before she tucked her chin into the line between his shoulder and neck. "It's been a long time since I've been able to relax."

He ran the moist coolness of the bottle along her leg, "well we'll have to see about getting you more relaxing time babe. You work way too hard ya know."

She jerked at the cold and tugged his hair, then deciding it was fair play she pressed her own bottle against his belly. "You work just as hard as I do, Type-A."

He shook his head, "Somehow dancing around on a stage singing doesn’t seem to be work when I think about what you do on a daily basis Katy." He tilted his head back andpressed a kiss to her chin. "It's definitely not in the same league at all."

She curled her arms around his middle. "Yeah well it's not glamorous, that's for sure. Besides, I'm an intern. I get to do grunt work and charts and labs. But the hard work will pay off. I have to believe that."

He snorted before taking a sip of beer. "Honey if it don't pay off I wanna ring side seat when you clobber them all. You can be formidable when you want."

She scratched her nails through the hair that went from crisp to silky along his belly. "Formidable. I like that word. I think Elena calls me that behind my back. Probably uses a different word though." She sighed. "I don't know what she's going to do when you guys go back on the road."

Jon shrugged, "She'll pester the hell out of you, work on her thesis and run up a tremendous phone bill."

She hugged him and snorted. "Sugar, I think the wall of denial is going to shred as soon as Richie heads off. I think you should be prepared for a bit of a basket case best friend."

"Richie's always a basket case Katy." Jon laughed before continuing. "Why do you think it would be worse?"

She slid out from behind him and sat cross legged next to him. "I've been watching Elena. She's making Richie her entire world, associating her happiness with him." She gestured up with her bottle. "She's here right now, and as soon as Richie's not around and she's got time to think..." she sighed, dropping her hands around the bottle in her lap. "Richie's very intuitive when it comes to Elena."

Jon shook his head, just a week or so before Kate was ready to cut Richie off at the knees. "I dunno, Elena seems pretty together baby." He reached over and pulled her into him, his lips coasting over her cheek. "But why are we talking bout them?"

She was worried dammit. She knew Elena, and knew that as soon as they were gone on the road, doing what they do, it was going to be a whole different world for her. She sighed, letting him pull her away from the worry. Away from the reality she lived with all the damn time.

She traced her fingers over the fuzzy stubble that was slowly going to scruff, then moved to the soft pouty bottom lip. "Obviously I've lost my mind. I've got you and an empty apartment. Who needs to talk?"

"Certainly not me baby." He leaned closer, his smile brushing over her lips slowly. "Definitely not me."

She pushed him back and straddled his thighs. Her smile mirrored his own. "So tell me, just what sort of things can a girl and her super sexy stud of a--" she broke off. God, she'd nearly said boyfriend.

His brow arched slightly as a smile snuck onto his lips. “What sort of things?"

"Uh...a guy. Stud of a guy get into?" She finished lamely.

He reached behind her and slid her up her legs parting slightly in the move as his hips bucked upwards. "Can get into you."

She hissed and lowered herself down, his cock already hard filling. "I see that and ahhh-" she cut off as his hips swiveled. "Oh God, I approve," she sighed.

He grunted softly as his hips rotated and flexed upwards, his fingers digging into her hips gently. "Glad ya approve baby."

She leaned forward, groaning as he went deeper. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, pushing his hair back as she caught his bottom lip between her teeth. When he lifted his mouth to hers, their teeth clicked before the kiss went as deep as the rest of him.

"Please," she whispered against his mouth. "Deeper."

He angled her hips slightly and arched up hard, then twisted and had her under him before the next roll hit. Pulling her leg high on his waist he thrust downward, taking himself deeper than before. Dipping his head his teeth grazed over a rosy nipple before pulling it into his mouth. "mmmm tasty."

She arched. "It could be tastier." She reached for her beer and poured, grinning when he licked the line of golden fizz from her belly back up to her nipple.

His tongue swirled over the golden liquid as his pace increased, his teeth teasing each nipple in turn as he lapped up each bit of beer she let slide along her pale body.

Her fingers reached up to the couch arm and gripped, using her heels to drive up against him. "Harder," she managed between gasping.

He obeyed her plea and began to piston harder, his hand moving her leg even higher as a thumb brushed over the bundle of nerves that always made her scream. Sweat formed and began to drop mixing with the sweat on her body.

Her neck arched as she felt the pull of release. It was so close. Just there, out of reach. She pushed and twisted until they ended up on the floor again. Ignoring the, "Oof!" out of Jon she climbed onto him and dropped onto his cock taking him deep as she arched back.

He held tight to her as she rode him, his groans vibrating from his overly dry throat as she pushed him straight into heaven "Jesus Katy..."

She reached out for his hands. "Come with me, Jon." She leaned down and pushed their clasped hands to the floor. She kissed him hard, "Come with me, Sugar."

He flexed upwards and pulled her down tight as his cock-head expanded before his seed spilled. "GOD KATE!"

The heat of him and the close quarters blew her apart. Vicing around him, she rode her way through the orgasm letting a scream rip that she usually held back.

As she shuddered he pulled her tight to his chest, his arms wrapping securely around her. Pressing a kiss to her cheek he smiled. "I do love how you scream."

"Don't get used to it," she said with a grin against his mouth. "I thought you were going to leave me halfway there for an age there, stud."

"And that’s why you screamed baby." He winked once and closed his eyes as his heart rate and breathing slowly returned to normal.