Chapter 210

As Tori regained awareness the next morning she realized that she was in her husband’s arms before she was even fully awake. The warm skin covering hard muscle under her cheek told her that, as did his familiar scent that she inhaled with every breath. But beyond that, there was the sense of peace, and safety, and…..home….that she always felt when she was close to him like this. She’d never felt that with anyone else, and she didn’t want to lose it. Their conversation of the night before replayed in her mind. Nice control there Tori, it’s a wonder he didn’t call Heather’s doctor to see if he had room for another patient! She sighed. At least now he knew how she felt. She knew that he was sorry for hurting her and that he never meant to, but she wasn’t sure that he believed her about the extent of Heather’s illness. She needed to find a way to convince him. She had to. She couldn’t bear to think about her life without him in it. Dorothea’s words echoed in her head. If you want him you’re going to have to fight for him and knowing Heather, you’re going to have to fight dirty, it’s the only way she knows. Tori frowned. Hmmm…fight dirty huh? Her fingers toyed idly with the patch of hair on the far side of his chest as she tried to come up with a strategy. She opened her eyes and watched her fingers and saw his nipple harden as her fingers played. Her lips curved in a slow smile. Step 1: remind him who he belongs to.

She let her hand wander, caressing his chest and down over his stomach, smiling when his muscles contracted at her touch. Lifting her head slightly, she brought her lips and hair into play as she kissed and licked her way over his torso. She spent long minutes exploring every inch of skin until she had memorized every bump and hollow. Then she moved down, resting her head on his stomach while her fingers played with his already half hard shaft. She ran her fingers up and down his length, and watched it swell and harden more, amazed that it actually fit inside her body. Not only did it fit, but it never failed to bring her the most incredible pleasure. As his erection grew, so did her own arousal. It had been so long since they had been together, her body ached for him. But she didn’t want to end it that soon. First she wanted to tease him to the brink, to remind him of what she could make him feel, that this unique….connection…they felt went both ways, of the power she had over him. As she closed her hand around him as best she could and stroked his length, periodically squeezing very lightly, she forced her mind to think of Ava’s birthday party, Karin and Shirley….anything to distract herself from the effect her explorations were having on her. Every so often, her hand would leave his shaft to cup the sac beneath it, stretching the skin, then raking her nails lightly along the inside of his thighs. She smiled absently as some part of her mind noted the tensing of his thigh muscles and the arching of his back.

Richie had awakened at the first touch of her tongue on the hard kernel of his nipple, but had remained motionless, waiting to see what she would do. He was on the brink of losing her, and he knew he had to let her have her way, that this time must be the way she wanted it. But as time passed and she merely continued to play he found it harder and harder to remain passive. Sweat broke out on his skin and his breathing became laboured as he fought against his release. He wanted more than this. He ached to possess her. He just hoped she did too. Finally he couldn’t stand it any longer. His hand reached to stroke her hair.

“Are you going to do something with that or just tease me all morning?” His voice was a husky growl.

His voice brought her attention back to the matter at hand – or more precisely, in her hand. Her head lifted just enough to turn so that she could see his face, her lips twisting, a glint in her eyes. “Did you say that you wanted me to tease you? Okay.”

“No! That’s not what I –ooooh shit….” His voice trailed off as his breath hissed through his teeth at the feel of her hair and breath caressing his most sensitive skin.

She grinned to herself as she licked him from base to tip. Running her tongue around the ridge she flicked it along the slit in the tip and blew on it. Next she suck-kissed her way back down to the base and over his sac. He shuddered. She tortured him with her mouth for what seemed like hours, licking and kissing and taking him into her mouth to suckle on him, wringing moaning cries of pleasure from his throat. Finally, she couldn’t take anymore. Teasing him had brought her own arousal to flashpoint. Taking the swollen tip into her mouth one last time she sucked it like a lollipop, then backed off and rose to straddle him. Guiding him with one hand she sank excruciating slowly down on him.

His hands clenched into fists as he watched her body absorb his flesh. He almost lost control at the feel of her warm passage opening to let him in, then closing around him like warm honey. She fit him perfectly. Like they were made for each other. God he’d missed this in the last week or so! No one had ever made him feel what she did. Even his orgasms were different with her, more….intense. And it just kept getting better and better. He couldn’t lose her. It would be like losing a piece of himself.

When she was fully seated, she braced herself with her hands on his chest and started to rock against him, squeezing him lightly with her internal muscles, making him groan. She reached out to rub and pluck his nipples with her fingers. He groaned, his back arching and hips rocking in time with hers. His hands gripped her hips involuntarily, searching for an anchor is his rapidly dissolving world.

“Angel, you’re killing me! God, you feel so good!”

She just grinned and panted for breath and watched the expressions of passion and pleasure on his face, fighting to hang on to her control. Suddenly he arched his hips more, driving deeper into her and she lost it. With a cry she clamped down on his buried flesh, and felt him explode inside her before she collapsed on his chest.

They laid there like that for long minutes catching their breath, Richie’s hands stroking her back soothingly. Even though she hadn’t completely recovered from the last time yet, Tori wanted more. She tilted her head and ran her tongue up his neck to his ear where she nibbled on the lobe. At the same time she flexed her internal muscles around the masculine flesh that was still buried inside her.

With a grin he tightened his arms around her and rolled, bringing her beneath him. Rising up on his elbows, he smoothed her hair back from her face. Reverent fingers traced her features. “You are so beautiful. I love you so much. I love the feel of your skin.” He stroked her cheek with a fingertip. “I love your scent.” He nuzzled his spot under her ear, grinning when she shivered. “I love your taste.” He traced her lips with his finger, dipped the tip inside when they parted, then groaned softly as she circled it with her tongue and sucked on it reminding him of when she’d done the same to another of his appendages, resulting in a predictable bodily response He bent and replaced his finger with his tongue.

She purred deep in her throat at the feel of him filling her once again. As her tongue duelled with his her hips began undulating against him. He held still and let her. Raising his head he stared in to her glowing sapphire eyes, his own dark with emotion – passion...and regret. “Baby…Tori….you know I’d never knowingly hurt you right?” She nodded. “I’m so sorry.”

She placed her fingers over his mouth. “Rich?”

“Mmmm?”

“Less talking, more loving.”

He chuckled, kissed her fingers and obeyed. Her hands gripped his shoulders as he slid his mouth down her throat. Frustrated that he wasn’t moving, she braced her feet on the bed for leverage and lifted her hips towards him, driving him even deeper.

“Mmmmm….yes.” She sighed.

For long minutes he tasted her - her skin, her lips, the deep recesses of her mouth while he rubbed his chest over hers, feeling her nipples harden against him. Her hands slid down his back and settled low on his spine and pressed, trying to urge him on. Her breath shortened as her arousal grew by leaps and bounds. He lowered his weight onto her so that he could free his hands to stroke her sides. Shifting again, he cupped her breasts and massaged them gently.

“Mmmmm….” Her back arched, silently asking for more.

Taking her taut peaks between thumbs and forefingers he squeezed them firmly. Her eyes flew wide as she suddenly climaxed. His brows rose and he studied her face. “More?”

She panted and nodded. She was ravenous for him. It must be my recent abstinence after that marathon night in Hawaii. My body feels deprived.

He began to move, keeping his strokes unhurried and gentle, gauging the depth and speed of his rhythm by the strength of her hands gripping him and the cries he drew from her. Within minutes she peaked again. He kept moving. “More?” Again she nodded. He continued to ride her slowly, driving her to climax over and over, each time asking her if she wanted more. When she finally shook her head, her body shaking, her arms flung out to her sides, with no more strength to hold him to her, he put his lips to her ear. “My turn.”

She groaned as he lifted her legs to his shoulders, grasped her hips with his hands, lifted her towards him and started to thrust hard and fast. She gasped as her body responded to his demand. This time when she screamed and went over the edge, he let her take him with her.

Rolling off her, breathing like a race horse, he gathered her into his arms and waited to see if his heart was going to explode. If this was what their married life was going to be like, she was going to be the death of him. But at least I’ll die a happy man! He stroked her arm and back lightly. When he could speak again, he took a deep breath and faced his fear. “So where do we go from here?”

“Back to sleep.” She murmured, totally worn out.

He chuckled and kissed her forehead. “Good idea. I love you angel. Only you.”

“Love you too Rich.” Step 1 complete.