Chapter 131

Richie pushed aside the turkey sandwich that he hadn't wanted in the first place. But with the show that night, they tended to go for the rather bland foods to keep things in check on stage. What he really wanted was currently trying to see just how deep his credit limit was.

Elena didn't play shopping wife very often, but when she did it was shiver worthy. He swallowed down the dry bread and dumped the plate in the trash. He and Jon had run off their frustrations in the first hour of the girl's shopping spree. While Jon kept up the workout, he'd gone back to the hotel to dip into the jet tub and let the melody that had been itching his brain free to do what it would.

He heard the key in the door and rolled over. "Hey, wife."

She glanced over at the bed, noting his damp hair, her smile slipping onto her lips. "Hiya husband." She walked in and bumped the door closed with one simple hip thrust before moving towards the bed. "Sorry it took so long, but well ya know how it goes when girls get to talking."

"More like spending," he laughed and rolled onto his side. "Am I in the poor house?"

She held up one hand her thumb and forefinger barely an inch apart, "Maybe this close." She settled herself and bags on the bed. "I'm sure you wanna take a peek."

"I'd rather peek after you put one on." He rubbed his belly up to his chest already itching to see just what she'd tease him with.

A slender brow arched as her fingers teased the buttons on her shirt. "Well I did wear something out of the store..."

He rolled onto his back. Now that was more like it. "Well show me, woman."

She leaned over and brushed lips over his. "First things first." She handed him the bag holding the leather tote. "I get my surprise first."

She undid one button on her blouse, and the snap of her pants. "More buttons if you open that one."

He sat up, rolling to his side because his cock was already at attention, digging painfully into his lower belly. Christ if his wife didn't love to torture him in the best possible way.

He tipped the bag and a tissue wrapped book bumped into his wrist. "What's this?"

Her brow lifted as she undid another button. "Something wrapped in tissue."

"You're such a shit, Lains," he glanced at the button and the little slice of flesh teased worse than if she'd been sitting on his lap grinding him. He unfolded the carefully wrapped book and smiled when his initials stared back at him. Flipping it open, he found the blank pages. "A new notebook?"

She glanced his way and smiled as another button came undone. "Partly."

He frowned into the bag, then peeked at the little bit of her tummy that was showing before inside the bag. Leather was evident, and well taken care of leather at that. He found a strap and tugged it from the bag.

She let two buttons come undone, a flash of purple now showing, a slow heat burning in her eyes. "You're stuff is all skitter skatter in that book, didn't want ya to lose anything.. you keep me from getting lost, was the least I could do in return."

Looking up from the butter soft leather bag he smiled, leaning forward to catch her lips in a soft kiss. "We keep each other found," he whispered against her mouth. Pulling the rest of the tissue away he smoothed the palm of his hand over the amazing material. Nothing was better than leather...he grinned. Amend that. It was second best to his wife's skin.

She grinned and stood, the soft rasp of her zipper whispering between them as she turned and slowly slid the jeans down along her legs. "So you like?"

"I do," he traced the small plate on the front. Diamonds flashed back and a name in bold relief dominated the silver plate. He laughed, "So who's this Pony guy?"

She glanced back over her shoulder, her blouse slipping over her arms. "Oh I dunno, I heard he was some really sexy guy though."

"Well he must be if he's getting such a righteous bag," he teased. His eyes went hot, with the lace style of the little demi-cup. "The sexy guy wants you to cup yourself and tell me if the lace is strong and scratchy or light and silky."

She twisted and grinned as she did as he asked. "Light and silky of course, can’t be scratching sensitive skin now can we?"

Tugging her down on the bed, he tasted her through the silk. "No, but just wanted a warning as to what my tongue would have to move through." He laved along the rose nipple, and flattened his tongue to cover it completely. Running his nose along the scalloped edge, he saw the rose tip. "God, these are my favorite bras."

She shivered at the feel of his tongue against the lace, her voice going husky, "well you requested thong action." Her hands slid over his back, a smile in her eyes.

His fingers slid into her jeans, pushing them over her cheeks. His long fingers followed the trail of lace along her cleft and forward into her slit. "Glad to see that we got both pieces from this particular," he cleared his throat as his fingers met with a slick wetness. "I'd say my wife enjoyed stripping for her husband."

Her hand glided over his side and down to cup his hardness. "I’d say my husband enjoyed his wife stripping for him."

"Hell babe, I was hard the minute you put your key in the lock," he said against her mouth. Pushing her jeans down to her ankles she helped him the rest of the way. Slipping his fingers into the front of the panties as she was maneuvering he was rewarded with a gasp. "I see you had a similar reaction. Or were you thinking about me when you bought the purple lace?"

She nipped at his lower lip, her fingers sliding like silk over his length, one finger as always flicking gently against the head of his shaft. "Always thinking about you babe."

He arched into her hand, pushing aside the thong. He'd rip it if he tried to get it off, and he wanted the purple to last a little longer. Widening her legs he pushed himself inside, groaning as she accepted him eagerly and tightly. "Oh God, Elena."

One leg moved to wrap around his waist, her hands slipping up to tighten into his ass. "Jesus Richie..." the sliding of the thong to the side held him in tighter if possible, igniting a fire she was sure would singe her.

He worked the strokes long and slow, accepting the tightness and loving the woman that so freely gave it to him. He dipped down and nosed the pretty bra out of the way to suck her nipple hard. When she arched against him he groaned and thrust harder. "Yes, wrap around me baby."

She needed no urging as her free leg wrapped around to meet the one already at his waist, her feet pulling down to tug him in closer. Hands slid from ass up along his back, nails raking slowly into the dip of each vertebra as her lips hummed against his neck. She had no words, just sensation as she moaned into his skin.

His arms shook a little as he held himself over her, aching through another slow, methodical stroke until her ankles locked at his back. Seating himself inside of her fully, he plunged again and again until he heard the gasp and hiccup of release a split second before she closed around him, arms, legs and body.

His name was a plaintive wail against his lips as she tightened against the onslaught of the connection, her brown eyes flaring into near gold as her moment overwhelmed her. "Goddddddd."

Burying deep he let himself go, swimming in her release and the soft arms of his wife. Holding her tighter, he shifted her into the circle of his arms. "I gotta say, I love your purchases."

She blew a soft raspberry against his chest then laughed. "If I had on burlap I think you'd say the same."

"It might come off faster," he agreed with a laugh.