Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Chapter 272

Richie heard voices in the hallway and saw the slow turning of the doorknob and prayed that it would be his wife who walked through the door. Otherwise, he’d never hear the end of it. When Tori slipped through the door and closed and locked it behind her he let out a relieved breath. “Who were you talking to?”

“Jon. He’s going down to the gym. He asked if you wanted to join him, but I told him you were a little tied up at the moment.”

“Ha ha. Funny angel. I’m just doing this for you, you know.”

She started towards the bed. “Aaww poor baby. You act like you don’t like this.” She threw back the blanket she’d covered him with and smirked. “But I can see otherwise.”

He couldn’t deny it. The evidence was there in front of her. What she didn’t know was that it wasn’t the mild bondage that had him so turned on, it was the spark of her usual assertive personality that was finally making an appearance.

She surveyed her prize. “Now then, where were we? Hmmmmmm.” Richie watched her walk into the bathroom and return with a bottle. Climbing on the bed, she straddled him and poured oil in a line down his chest. The scent of vanilla filled his nose and he bit back a groan, and hardened even more, knowing what that meant. She grinned down at him, sapphire eyes sparkling.

He watched in fascination, the emotions playing over her face as she spread her hands and smoothed the oil over his chest and arms. It was like she was relearning every inch of his skin. Every nook and crevice of his body. Seeing the pleasure exploring him obviously gave her, he vowed he’d lay there forever if it would keep that look on her face.

When she had touched to her heart’s content, she lowered her head and proceeded to explore the same territory with her mouth, kissing and licking and sucking the oil off of his skin, scraping his biceps with her teeth when they tensed at the touch of her lips. Raising her head when she’d finished with his arms, she licked her lips and met his eyes. “Mmmm. Tasty.” He grinned and pursed his lips for a kiss. Chuckling, she obliged, transferring the flavour of the oil from her mouth to his. The play of their tongues, the softness and pressure of his lips, threatened to steal her wits as well as her senses and she backed off.

She slid her mouth to his ear to nibble and suck on his earlobe then continued on along his neck, closing her teeth on the hard tendons there. He shuddered. Next, she shifted her attention to his chest. Her lips cruised over the warm skin, removing all traces of the flavoured oil. His breath hissed through his teeth and his back arched when her tongue teased his nipples and she scraped them with her teeth. She glanced up to see him watching her, his eyes hot chocolate pools filled with desire. Grinning, she continued her downward path to his waist.

Sitting up, she moved back until she was straddling his thighs. He closed his eyes and groaned as she picked up the bottle of oil and let it dribble over the swollen crest, down his upright shaft and onto his sac. Slender, teasing fingers spread the oil over his sensitive skin, ensuring every inch was covered. His muscles tensed and his hips lifted against her hand while she played.

“Baby, you’re killing me!”

“Do you want me to stop?” She held her hand still.

The deep purr of her voice was almost as arousing as her touch. His hips bucked. “Not in this lifetime. I might die, but at least I’ll go a happy man.”

Her low chuckle vibrated along his nerve endings while her hand resumed its stroking. Bending her head, she ran her tongue from base to tip, smirking at the sound of his breath hissing through his teeth.

“Angel.” It was a raspy whisper.

“Mmmmmm.” She licked him like an ice cream cone over and over and over again, occassionly sucking the side of his shaft. One hand held him upright, the other cupped and squeezed his sac.

His body tensed and relaxed as he fought against his release. She lifted her head and let her gaze roam over him. His hands were clenched around the scarves binding his wrists, his eyes were squeezed shut, his face was flushed, a fine sheen of sweat covered it and his chest. Running her tongue along his length once again she watched his head tip back and his back arch, a groan forcing its way past his clenched teeth. “Look at me.”

He forced his eyes open. The sight of her hovering over his aching flesh, licking her lips almost sent him over the edge. His eyes drifted shut.

“No! Open your eyes Rich. I want you to watch me.” When he obeyed, she opened her mouth wide and took the throbbing head inside and suckled. She watched his eyes go black. She released him with an audible ‘pop’. Her head tilted slightly as she considered him. “I think you like that.”

He snorted despite the tensness of his muscles. “Just slightly. Jesus angel, don’t you know what you do to me?”

All teasing left her expression. “Tell me.”

The insecurity and doubt in her blue eyes, knowing he was the cause, made his heart ache. He searched for words to describe it. “It starts with your scent – and I don’t mean your perfume or lotion or oil. I mean the scent that is uniquely you. It teases my senses the minute you walk in the room, making me acutely aware of your presence. When you’re close, your heat reaches out to me and I want to bask in your warmth. The touch of your hand, even in a casual way, it makes my skin tingle and hunger for more. The feel of your lips, your tongue, make me fight for control.” He searched her eyes, his own pleading with her to believe him. “I want to lose myself in you. When you touch me like this...” He nodded towards her hand still holding him. “...when you take me into your body, it feels like I’ve come home.” He hesitated. “When you let me touch you, when I can see pleasure in your face and know that I’ve given that to you, I feel....proud....complete....whole. Like I’ve done my job and have fulfilled my purpose.” He smiled gently. “Tori, I love you.”

Her eyes shining, she blinked and smiled in return. “I love you too Rich.” She blew out a breath and had to chuckle when he moaned at the feel of her breath caressing his flesh. Taking pity on him, she once again took him into her mouth, settling into a slow rhythm at first, gradually speeding up. Pausing, she pressed her tongue against the big vein on the underside of his erection, and felt the blood pulsing rapidly there.

He shuddered. “Baby please!”

Relenting, she took him as deep as she could, swallowed, then back off until she held just the head between her lips. She swirled her tongue around the massive tip and along the slit several times. He moaned, his hips lifting towards her. Hands on his hips held him down and she sucked. Hard. Minutes later, with a shout, he exploded, his whole body shaking with the force of his orgasm.

Tori climbed off of him and surveyed her handiwork, satisfied at what she saw. When she untied his wrists, she grinned when she noticed that he didn’t move. He was too busy trying to suck in oxygen and waiting for the spasms racking his body to subside. She leaned over to place a gentle kiss on his lips. “Morning honey.”

If her ministrations to his body hadn’t stolen his breath, the endearment – the first since she’d received the pictures back in April – would have. He didn’t realize, until he heard the word from her lips, how much he’d missed it. Hope bloomed in his chest. He cracked open an eye. “Morning angel.” He closed it again.

She chuckled and headed for the shower. When she came out of the bathroom, she found him still lying flat on the bed. “Are you alive?” She walked into the closet and got dressed.

“Nope. I’ve died and gone to heaven. I’ll have to tell Father Frank he’s been leaving something out of his descriptions though the next time I see him.” He raised his voice so that she could hear him.

“Oh?” Returning, she stopped at the side of the bed and brushed his hair off his forehead.

He caught her hand and kissed her palm. “Uh huh. He didn’t tell us we’d have our own personal angel to guide us.”

She laughed and leaned over to kiss him. “You’d better get up and get moving or the guys will be banging on the door.”

“It’s our house, they wouldn’t dare.” She just looked at him. He sighed. “You’re right. Of course they would. Well, Shirley would anyway. I’m moving.” He pouted. “But I’d rather stay here.”

She winked. “Later. I’ll go help Rosa with breakfast. Will you bring Peanut down with you?” He nodded, yawned and scratched his chest.

Down in the kitchen, she was making toast when she heard the men in the dining room. Rosa started carrying in the food.

“Bela? Can Stevie have scrambled eggs?”

“No!” She stared at Rosa, her eyes widening in horror. “He wouldn’t. He has kids. He knows better.”


Picking up the plate of toast she rushed into the dining room to see Stevie safe in his Uncle Jon’s arms and Shirley grinning. She cuffed him in the back of the head.

“Ow!” He rubbed where her palm had connected.

“You know what happens when you play your games on those too young to defend themselves.” She growled.

Richie snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her onto his lap, rested his chin on her shoulder and nuzzled under her ear. “Easy mama bear, Peanut’s fine.”

“Hmpf.” She picked up a piece of bacon off his plate. “Shirley won’t be if he even thinks about pulling a stunt on the baby.” She bit the bacon in half and offered him the rest.

He opened his mouth and let her feed it to him. “He won’t. He likes breathing too much.”

“Not to mention the colour of his skin and hair.” Jon added.

“Ooh Tori, could we try purple next time?” Ava asked.

Richie grinned. The guys groaned. “Definitely a Sambora.” Was Hugh comment. Richie clinked his juice glass with his daughter’s.

Jon watched the interaction between Tori and Richie. Something had changed. They were both more relaxed. Richie hadn’t released her and Tori showed no sign of wanting to move off his lap. They shared his plate. Jon nodded to himself in satisfaction. Things were moving forward there. Glancing around and seeing that everyone was finished he stood and handed Stevie to his big sister. “Let’s go to work.”


Judith said...

Yummy!!!! :)
Now that´s a wakeup call!
It´s good to see Tori taking control and do it on her terms.
I´m sure she wants him as badly as Richie did, so it´s only a matter of time when she will not just pleasure him ;)
Oh and good for the boys too, lol, work will be easier now, hehehe

JohnnaJovi said...

WOW!!!!! :) Good for Tori for taking control of Richie and letting him no who is in control. I am so glad those 2 are back on track. I am glad they are ready to work on the new album! Knowing Jon he is going to ask Richie what's going on with him and Tori because he noticed at breakfast that she didn't move from his lap and let's face it guys talk too about their Married Sex Lives!

Can't wait to read more, Liz@ :)

This is my nice little story turned epic with Richie in the starring role - although Jon plays a large part.