Chapter 166

She moved in closer, her hands slipping along his chest and lower. "Hell no, just keep me quiet somehow."

"So," he sipped from her shoulder moving up to her neck. "I should keep something in your mouth, you're saying?"

She nearly licked her lips at the thought, "Or over it, hand, mouth, chest," her eyes started twinkling, "Not that I care if they hear."

His eyebrow quirked. "Hand?" He nipped at her earlobe. "My wife likes it a little kinky." He lifted her onto the back of one of the chairs until she tucked a heel into each side of the seat. "Maybe I just want my mouth full at the moment."

She braced against the wall behind the chair, and grinned as he moved closer, her grin growing as she watched him move in. he'd have to unzip her, there was no slack in the tightness of that little skirt. She'd wanted this for months, him and all he could do. "So what’cha waiting on stud?"

Richie slid his hand around to find the zipper he'd seen earlier. It went down her hip. He expected to find a strappy string of panty, but only the curve of porcelain flesh showed from waist to thigh. "Oh fuck," he swore.

She laughed, her eyes brightening. "Problem?"

He tore his eyes off the slice of perfect skin. "Uh, no," he mumbled and leaned in. He had to have that. Right now. Just a taste. His tongue flicked along the zipper as he pulled it down. Peeling the leather back he found Elena. Just Elena. Smooth and perfect, the slim line of her mound trimmed tight so that she was completely on display for him. He groaned, leaning in further until he could taste.

He ran his tongue up from her thigh into the heat that was his wife. He nosed her thighs apart and tasted. Her fingers twisted into his hair and still he wanted more. He flipped her knee over his shoulder and tipped her up sucking around the nestled knot inside of her. God, she tasted amazing.

She tried to not make a sound, kept it at the front of her brain, until his lips touched down and his tongue did that wicked little flick thing it did. Her hands twisted into his hair tighter as she pulled him in, her blood already racing, her heart pounding and quiet nearly restrained whimpers starting to flow

His hands slid up her thighs, his thumbs sliding in to help as he drove her mad. He needed to make up for his earlier blunder and the taste of her on his tongue was no punishment. He felt her stiffen as he opened her wider, the leather slinking off to drape over the seat. "More," he whispered and pressed his thumb to her clit as he drilled his tongue deeper into her.

She wanted to move, to twist to arch into his tongue and thumb and couldn't; the seating held her immobile, and as his teeth glanced over her heat she hissed out an urgent "More."

"Hold onto me," he ordered. When her hands clamped down on his shoulders he lifted her into his mouth, sliding two fingers in deep as he swiped his thumb over the pretty little pearl inside of her. At her gasp he blew gently on her over sensitized flesh until she bucked up against him. She was more than primed. The concert, the time between visits, hell even the fight had her so wound that watching her fall apart was beautiful.

Standing straight, he wrapped her legs around him and freed himself. He needed to feel that pulse around him.

Her lips moved to his neck, as she sought to reacquaint herself with his scent, his taste and feel. Teeth nibbled, lips glided as she held tight, her murmurs of need muffled by the satin of his skin. "Please. Pony, god."

She needed him, now, his heat, the fullness, the belonging. She sought the connection with lips, wiggles and whimpers, even as he held tight, his hands angling her just so, she bit down gently on his shoulder, holding back the cry she knew would come.

He slid the head of his cock along her slit. Everything inside of him wanted to drive into her, but the sweetest part of sinking into Elena was the anticipation. He nudged her out of the crook of his neck and caught her lips in a soft kiss as he sunk into her. Their breaths mingled as they became one.

She locked ankles around him, her lips pressing against his, her throat vibrating with the need to cry his name. Meeting each slight arch and thrust with an answering squirm and wiggle she lost herself in the totalness that was Richie, the connection she'd been longing for there, settling into her again as she pressed even closer to him.

He lifted her against him, taking her weight on his thighs as he sunk into her again and again. Sprinting for the completion he only found in her. Too long denied, his body took over and demanded the release he needed. He felt her vice around him, her shuddering moans as sweet as he'd ever heard.

She trembled even as she felt it build, longed to prolong the moment but was totally unable too. Her body tensed as she pressed lips hard against his shoulder, biting down as she felt everything within her plummet over the edge, his name a simple broken refrain whispering against his skin.

He held her close, tucking her into him as he collapsed into the chair. He flicked off his jacket and wrapped around her on his lap. "God, that's what I've been missing. Nothing feels as good as you in my arms, Lains."

She snuggled into the heat of the coat, her nose brushing over its roughness before moving to his chest as she settled. "I don't think I could survive much without you, three months was too long baby, way too long."

"Thank God, it's almost over. I'm so tired, baby." He tucked his chin into her shoulder and neck. "I don't remember ever being this tired."

She smiled, her hand brushing over his cheek. "Well, unless you force me to leave, I intend on staying a bit, house is finished and well its just not you. August is close and,” she glanced up to meet his gaze. "Unless ya don’t want someone to help ya sleep better that is."

"Yeah?" He grinned. "I'll take it. Anything to make it through to the end. I don't mind being greedy. I need you to keep me sane."

She pressed a kiss to his chin and winked, "Good thing I brought luggage then huh?"

"Damn good," he laughed. "Now...to put you back into this," he lifted his hip off the seat and snagged the purple leather, "skirt."