Chapter 159

Richie hooked the door shut with his boot. "If you wiggled into my cock one more time tonight, wife, I swear I was going to clear the room with a bellow." He fisted his hand into the back of her hair and hauled her lips up to his.

She pressed her lips to his her laugh teasing his lips. "Complaining?"

"Aching," he said and crushed his lips to hers. Watching the pure joy reach her eyes again had fueled him. She blew through his easy life and complicated him and completed him. But tonight, he felt reckless. Felt the hunger drive him.

He flicked her heels off and stood her on the bed. Her hair rumpled with laughter, the wind and the dancing, tumbled over her shoulder. He cupped her jaw, rubbing his thumb over her lower lip as he arched up to her. She was finally taller than him here on the platform bed.

His fingers wound around her back, finding the catch and the zipper at her neck so the dress slithered over her shoulders and hips.

She settled her hands on his shoulders, her dark brown eyes turning near black with smoldering heat. Well this was different, standing on the bed. Seeing him from the taller advantage was a unique experience but confusing. Her tongue slid over her lips as she studied him quietly, reading the restless need and heat that rolled from him. "Uhh Pony supposed to lay on the bed not stand on it?"

"Darlin' if I laid you down right now, I'm not sure either of us would survive it."

A fine eyebrow arched as a hand slid to the nape of his neck pulling his head into her chest. "Oh I dunno, we both seem to have pretty strong constitutions."

He traced his tongue along her neck. Drawing circles along the underside of her breasts he flicked open the back catch of her bra and flung it over his shoulder. "Don't need this anymore."

His eyes took in the fragile lines of her. His fingers shook a little at how much he wanted to touch. He watched her eyes as he cupped her breast, dipping in to taste her without breaking contact.

She inhaled then nearly stopped breathing at the look in his eyes. If she'd ever been afraid his hunger would dim over the weeks, the look in his eyes at this point in time let her know it wouldn't be happening. With a soft groan her head tilted back, her hands tightening on his shoulders. She shuddered once at the gentle swipe of his tongue and whimpered softly at the sudden tasting as she felt herself begin to burn. She wanted to say something witty but thought stopped on the simple swirl of his tongue.

His fingers lowered to her waist...holding her still as he sucked her deep into his mouth. He curled his tongue around the tip of her, then around until the heaviest part of her filled his mouth.

His thumbs circled along the line of her panties, their high-waisted look, hiding the naughty slit that would drive him crazy for days. He stroked again and again just above her mound as he tasted every inch of her then repeated until her head was flung back in reaction. Her shoulders back to get closer to his mouth.

He smiled around her nipple at the choked gasp as he didn't let his touch go any lower.

She felt her legs turn to jelly and tried to lock them in place, the rumble of a groan whispering over suddenly dry lips. The need for his skin, the feel and smell of it consumed her as he held her in place, her throat working against the groans to utter his name and a barely there plea.

He was determined to make her crazy with need, and she was unable to do anything but go along with whatever he had in mind. She couldn't move, didn't want too really, as that talented mouth of his teased her yet again.

He pulled her hips forward and scraped his teeth down her belly, finding her little bar at her belly button, tugging it with his teeth, then laving the skin with his tongue. "God, this little thing makes me nuts," he muttered and tugged her panties off unceremoniously. He felt the hunger growing.

Unsure if he could keep it in check at all...he forced himself to slow down....to taste her even though every part of him wanted to flip her and slam into her until the madness eased.

She felt it as assuredly as she knew her own name, his need that raged even as he took care to be gentle and lavish all the desire on her that he could, but he needed the wildness the night had inspired, and she needed more than gentle touches and caresses. Her brows wiggled as a slight smirk played over her lips and she leaned as far back as she could, until she felt her body begin to un-center. Moving her hands from his shoulders to slip over his arms she let herself begin to fall, an easy laugh flowing over smiling lips. "Time for gentle is over Pony."

Shrugging off his shirt he followed her down. "You asked for it, love." He licked his way up her instep to her knee, bit the fleshy bit of skin there and up to her thigh. She moved under him, teasing....restless. He tasted her, the heart of her warm on his tongue.

No sweetness here, just the quick drive. He knew where to touch her to bring her to the place he was, how to push her into the place where she lost her words and only gave him those sounds of pleasure. Endless pleasure.

She jerked at each nibble, damn near sobbed as he pushed her higher. She'd never responded to anyone this way, and although she got lost easily going from point A to B, she had never lost control of her entire body, until him. "Richie please.."

He rolled her unto her knees. At her surprised gasp he held her hands to the headboard. She was higher, more to his height. Letting one hand go, he jerked at his jeans until he could get them off, flicking them off the bottom of the bed.

Scraping his teeth along her slim back, he slid his cock along her slit. "God, you're so wet for me," he muttered. "Do you have any idea how crazy you make me?"

She shivered at the rasp of his teeth and groaned, "As crazy as you make me maybe?"

Positioning himself he curled himself around her and slid inside of her slowly, groaning as she stretched for him, accepted all of him.

Fingers tightened on the wood of the bed, her head tilting back to rest on his chest as she pushed against him, loving the feel of him, the hardness and fullness. "God yes."

He laced his fingers with hers holding her there as he found the rhythm. Harder, he drove them both until the sweat poured between them. He slid one arm around her, holding her tighter into him so he was deep, deeper than he could get normally. His fingers held her there and teased her with the very tips.

The cries couldn't be held back any longer, her body sliding straight into the fire as he took her over the edge and beyond it. She wanted to beg, but couldn't frame words, wanted to call his name but in that second even names had escaped her, all she could do was let the tears fall as he completed her, undid her and reformed her again.

He held on against the onslaught of her release. The way she clenched around him pushed him through that final blast of aggression. He held onto her hips and slammed inside of her drowning in her scent, her heat and the vicing orgasm. "Fuck!" He cried out, yanking her up against him as he finished inside of her. Sliding out, he held her shaking body, curling her into him as he turned her around, his long arms and legs crowding around her as he held on tight.

She whimpered and tucked in closer, shaky arms holding tightly to his sweaty body. "Jesus, baby, I.... What's my name again?"

He laughed. "Okay good, because I think my name is somewhere in those sheets under us."

She managed a smile, her hands brushing over him slowly. "Well aren't we a pair?" She loved losing herself in him, it was the best way of finding herself, and she knew that in the coming days it was this moment, the moments after that she'd miss, almost as much as the man himself.

He flipped the sheets back and curled around her, tucking her in where he loved her best. "Indestructible pair," he murmured against her hair.