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.
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