Richie woke to cool hands sliding under the covers until they skipped the prize and went for his thighs instead. His wife was a tease. He grinned into the satin pillows of the Waldorf's honeymoon suite. Indulgence was the name of this little break. He knew if he went home, he'd never want to leave. At least here, the opulence was perfect and yet not his own.
He could leave without a backwards glance because his home was currently tracing a path along his inner thigh. What more did he need when she was actually right there with him every day for the rest of the tour?
She snuggled in closer, enjoying the simple feel of his skin. She hadn't felt warm in months damn his hide. Married to a man who slept with the Air conditioner on 24/7 had her doing it when alone, but alone she had no personal heater.
A sigh whispered over her lips as she pressed a kiss to his chest, her hands still roaming over his thighs and hips, always just missing the one spot she knew would wake him up. He needed this sleep no matter how much she still wanted and needed him.
"Are you just going to tease me all morning or actually put those soft little hands on me?" He grumbled into the pillow. "The little man is lonely." He wiggled until her tinkling laughter filled the room.
She huffed softly into his chest, her hands finally flitting over his groin, "Nothing little about you husband, just didn't wanna wake you up."
"Riight," he laughed. "Tracing shapes and little swirls on my thighs. Nope, no waking me up there." He groaned as she finally cupped him, stroking him until he was fully awake.
"Was just enjoying the warmth." She grinned before delving under the covers, her lips sliding along his chest and lower, her tongue fluttering along his skin. "Get's awfully cold sleeping alone you know."
He hissed as she took the tip of him deep into her mouth. "Sweet fuck," he groaned, his fingers sliding into her hair as she bobbed up and down along his length. The flat of her tongue curling around him as he went deeper. With each stroke, she relaxed until he felt his head at the back of her throat. "Lains," he groaned roughly.
Her hand wrapped around the base only to move in time with her mouth as she let the pure taste of him fill up the empty spots. He completed her. She'd missed feeling whole for months and with a growl, flex and laugh she'd felt at peace. As she heard his hoarse groan she hummed quietly, knowing the simple vibration of the tone would drive him nuts.
Taking a leaf from his book she remained silent, knowing the non response along with the long slow actions of her tongue would soon have him as mindless as he always made her.
He arched, flinging the covers back so he could watch as she accepted him into her mouth again and again. His eyes never left that sight. The soft moan and her hands restlessly covering every inch of him had him panting. He ached to slam into the back of her throat, but controlled the impulse. He'd have her under him soon enough.
She slowed her movements as she sucked in creating a slight vacuum. Her eyes lifted to watch his face go lax and tense all in the same breath and smiled. God she did love the faces that man could make when in the throes of passion, whether it was during sex or playing music. He went all in and she loved it. On the next pass up she scraped her teeth lightly over the throbbing vein and almost laughed when he bucked upwards. Pulling away she grinned, her voice throaty with need and laughter. "Problem there Pony?"
He sat up and tugged her underneath him. "No problem, just enjoying the view." Lifting her knees over his shoulders he drove into her in one long stroke. The laughter faded from her eyes as he drilled into her. So long, he'd been away from her so long. Even with a day's worth of loving, he wanted more.
Even though she was his bride, he needed to brand her. Each stroke was deeper, stronger and reaffirmed his connection with her.
Her hands slid to his upper thighs and dug in. Dammit she wanted to feel his skin and couldn't, but on each downward thrust she forgot her want and lost herself in the heat. And as the connection knitted tighter she sobbed out his name on a barely there sigh, her entire being centering on the moment. It was this she had missed, not just the sex, or the heat, but the feeling of oneness they had and she knew that she'd stay with him through hell to not lose it.
He leaned back, rolling her onto her stomach, covering her from back to thigh as he opened her for him. His lips were sharp and merciless on her neck as he wound her hair around his fingers. On her knees, she took him even deeper. His name was an endless litany as he covered her in every way. The friction, hot and relentless kicked her over the edge as he kept his thrusts short, wanting to stay inside of her to feel each pulsing reaction. "Mine," he said into her ear. "Mine. Forever mine."
She nodded in agreement, the possessive hold and quick movements driving her closer and closer to the edge. "Yours, always," and as the words fell from her lips she felt him tug at her hair until she turned her head, his lips and teeth there to nibble that little spot on her neck, "RICHIE!" She gasped as he used everything he knew about her to ensure maximum pleasure.
Locked together, he finally let her milk him dry. The orgasm was all consuming as she shuddered around him. His arms held her tightly as they collapsed onto the bed, still spooning. He still wanted to stay inside of her, even spent as he was. "I love you," he whispered.
Her head tilted as she pressed a slight kiss to the sweaty skin of his arm, her body still trembling in the aftermath as she exulted in the fullness. She loved how he stayed there, wrapped around her and inside of her as if he still couldn't get enough. "Love you too Pony, always will."
