Richie let loose with a jaw popping yawn as he pulled into their driveway finally. He looked over at his wife, all turned in toward him, curled under his shirt. The button down sleeveless was barely a covering, but it did stop him from teasing her awake a half dozen times.
She'd been just as tired as the rest of them on the tour. Maybe even more so since she had the worst of the long days. At least he and Jon had interviews and the shows to break up the day. Elena was on her own a lot, with enough down time that she could have bitched about being bored, but somehow never truly was. She seemed to invigorate the crew and the band. Keeping everyone happy and laughing. He knew from experience how exhausting it could be to try to make everyone happy.
He slid from the van, rounding it to open the door as quietly as he could. His sleeveless shirt covered her shoulders, but the gaping armholes just left huge slices of her skin showing. The curve of a breast. The tip of her nipple. The curve of her ribcage. The long, lean line of her hip and all that leg. Sucking back a groan he curled her gently into his arms.
Her head simply lolled forward and then slumped to his chest. Her butterfly soft cheek settled against his skin and he hugged her closer. So precious and small, so trusting. He didn't know what he'd done to deserve her. He hiked her up higher against him as he came to the door and stuffed his key in.
The room was wide open with cozy touches that screamed Elena and little things that spoke of him. She'd obviously put a lot of thought and effort into the room. Leather and frills, comfort and oversized pieces that would suit him.
She was always thinking ahead as to what she could do for him. He brushed a kiss over her temple and was rewarded with a little moan as she tucked her face into his neck.
The gentle rocking of the van had stopped, only to be replaced by an all too familiar warmth and scent that had been lacking while she slept. Inhaling deeply, a sleepy smile started to form. Maybe he'd gotten tired of driving, maybe he'd decided to pull over. One eye cracked open, as she nuzzled what turned out to be his neck instead of the crack of the van seat.
Hand's coasted along skin and up to his hair as she curled arms around his neck. A whispery sigh escaped her as eyes opened, the familiar sights of a long missed home shimmering into view. Home, they were home; no band, no Kidd, no Doc and no traveling.
They were home, and he was smiling, really truly smiling like she hadn't seen in weeks. Her grin grew wider as she woke further, the need to tease rising. "hmmmm, pit stop? Tired of driving, motel?"
"Baby if this is a motel, we're moving in." He smiled down at her and looked around. "It looks awesome! I can't believe you did all this while I was workin'."
She pressed a kiss to his cheek and murmured into a nibble along the jaw, "Had to give the hard working husband something nice to come home to."
He walked to the couch and dropped into it, her naked tangle of limbs curled into him. Again, his shirt was more of a tease than a shirt on her. He cupped his hand around her soft breast, flicking his thumb over the tip. "Hard working husband approves."
She wiggled slightly in his lap, her head turning to drop kisses along his shoulder. "Just think, its only the first room, and you get to christen them all."
"We, love--that's a definite we statement." He waggled his eyebrows, tugging her until she straddled him, the shirt falling away. "Now's as good as time as any to start."
Hands lifted to brush lightly over his cheek, her gaze intent on his face even as she did a slight bump and grind against his lap. Lips slid over lips, her tongue flickering along the seam of his mouth asking entrance. "now we can start here, on this nice plush extra long couch," her brows waggled slightly, "or in a nice big cushy bed."
Her hips continued to undulate as she teased each tasty inch of his jaw and throat. "I’m completely flexible you know."
"Is that right?" he asked with a wide grin, his head thrown back in a long groan. "I've heard that about you. Care to test the theory?"
She bit down gently on his lower lip then pulled away, her slight smile turning into a full out grin. Leaning back slowly, her hands moved to brace on his knees as she arched her back, the tip of her tongue slipping over her lower lip. "I do think I like that kind of test."
Her lithe form lifted off of him, all of her secrets right there in front of him. He pressed a knuckle against her tight little bud, his own smile widening as she gasped. "How long can you hold that position, there bendy?"
She felt the stirrings of raging heat, curling into unbridled need and gasped. "Long as necessary." She wasn't really sure if she could just hold the position or not, his darned knuckle was already sending her into overdrive, but she'd do it or die, the rewards for accomplishing it would be out of this world and she knew it.
He slowly slid back and forth against her heat, the slick silk of her coated his finger letting him sneak inside with one long finger, holding that perfect little knot tight with his thumb. She gasped, her thighs quivering as she tried to hold there. "More, love?"
She managed to nod, even as she felt the beginning shivers caused by his talented fingers. A whispery, "more," was gasped as she restrained the urge to move with his fingers.
He slid out of her slowly and curled two fingers back inside of her. "I wish it was my tongue," he said darkly, watching her slick heat envelop him again and again. He looked up, her back still arched impossibly as he leaned forward, catching a pink tip in his mouth. She hissed, trembling above him. "So wet," he said against her breast. "So wet for me," he sucked harder until the tight nipple popped from his mouth. "I want to bury myself inside of you," he said, flicking his tongue over her nipple, then the underside of one silky breast.
She groaned as his lips and words drove her crazily higher, "and I'm stopping you?"
One set of nails dug into his upper leg as her second hand slid forward, the pad of one finger coasting precariously close to his hardness, teasing without touching. "Not me doing the teasing you know."
He groaned. Seizing the opportunity to get her mouth on his, he hauled her closer, until her wet center surrounded his bulging zipper. His mouth hot on hers, he curled his arms around her back until she was touching every inch of him. Her naked, him with just the jeans.
Their mouths locked in a searing kiss, lips and tongues tangled and pushed for dominance. He rolled her onto her back, dragging the coarse denim over her sensitive lips until she cried out his name.
The roughness of the denim only served to make her crazier, his name turning into a panted chant as her hands slid to undo his zipper. "Naked, want you naked too," she gasped as fingers tried to teach for his zipper, her head tilting to give her lips access to his chest. "Now, please."
He laughed. His wife was always so quick to the finish. He found that he liked the teasing today. He peeled down the zipper until his cock was finally freed from his jeans. With the tip, he felt her wet silk coat him. It took everything inside of him to remember to tease. To not bury himself inside of her until there was nothing between them. Instead, he flicked the little clit at her hood, pressing tight.
One brow arched, the groan building deep in her belly. He wanted her mindless and she was coasting there on flashes of skin, and scent alone. She arched to meet him, whimpering as she caught denim and not skin, his name a plaintive sigh. Only he could send her like this, with brief touches, barely there flicks of the finger and the barest of growls. Somehow he just instinctively knew how to open the doors to her passion and keep them open as he blew through with his warmth and laughter. She knew she'd never get enough, and that she'd be willing to beg, when the time for begging came.
He entered just the tip of his cock into her, rocking lightly as the sweat dripped down his spine. Her fingers gripped his belly, scraping around his back, trying to drag him deeper. He braced his hands on the leather couch, holding himself just out of reach. "Ah-ah-ah, love," he laughed. "So impatient."
He flicked his tongue along her lower lip and slowly eased into her mouth, like he wanted to do with his cock, curling his tongue around hers.
She whimpered into the kiss, her body urgently moving against his. Impatient? god yes. She needed him, was past the point of no return. If she had to wait longer to feel him filling her she'd scream, but with each gentle movement she felt herself spiral higher and knew beyond a doubt she'd probably pass out frm the pleasure first.
Gripping her hips, he lost himself in the kiss and slowly seated himself fully inside her. All of her heat, all of her softness reached up to wrap around him, tugging him deeper. He buried his hands under her back, his finger tips digging into her ass until she was tight to him, then thrust in the last few inches.
She opened to him fully, her legs lifting to wrap around his waist, ankles locking as she thrust up to meet him, arms wrapping around his neck tugging him down until sweat slicked skin touched completely, until they were simply one writhing form. The unity there astounded her, as always as her body trembled at the easiness of their connection.
He drove into her, the urgency was digging into his spine, but he wanted to keep it nice and sweet. The intensity was staggering, as if they hadn't made love every night. It didn't matter, it always felt like the first time. He wrapped his hand around her thigh, pulling it higher as he drove into her.
She squeaked and nearly swore that he'd hit her backbone with the sweet long slow thrusts, and still it wasn't enough, never enough. So many had said, as it goes on it will just get boring, you'll get tired of it soon enough. But she knew they had lied, each time just got better, more intense, no matter how gentle, or hard, the intense jsut grew. Words became whimpers as his name turned into gasped breaths, the plea beginning to rise as it grew sweeter, hotter and on the edge of mind blowing.
Afraid he'd clip her teeth with his, he buried his head into her neck and slammed into her. Her name clawed out of his throat as he finally threw his head back. Her whole body clenched around him and he just couldn't hold on any longer.
She flew over the edge, her body clenching yet feeling loose and tense all in one go, his name chattering from nerveless lips as she held on, the force of the moment screaming through her in one single brilliant moment. Words escaped her as she held to him, the throbbing of his body melding with hers. She couldn't form words, the ability had left her, all she could do was hold tightly as tears of joy escaped to her cheeks and her heart thundered within her chest.
Pressing his forehead to hers, he dragged in a breath. "God," he panted, rolling them until she was wrapped aorund him, thigh splayed across his. "If that's the welcome home I get every time, I'm not going back on tour."
"Only way to get a welcome home is leave and come back, but," she giggle and pressed clsoer, "I can make the welcome home happen any time any place, just walk into the next room, or come back from the store, or...." She winked, "don't need a reason ya know."
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Is that a twisted way of saying home is where the heart is?" he laughed.
She pressed a kiss to his sweaty chest as a giggle escaped her, "Home is where you are, so I guess that's a yes."
"And with you by my side--how could I go wrong?"
The compliment washed over her, its truth settling her as her eyes grew heavier. "ya can't. Neither can I."
Early dawn washed through the room as they both dozed off, Richie's arm holding her clsoe to his side. "I love you, Lains."
She held tighter too him, her eyes closing as her mind, heart body and soul rested within his capable hold. "love you too Pony."
