Can Kara achieve her dream? Can Richie help?

Monday, July 20, 2009

Chapter 12

Kara woke the next morning, the sun was just starting to filter through the expanse of windows at the other end of the room. She tried to move, but Richie's arm was flung across her, pinning her under it. Carefully, Kara lifted his arm and slid away from him, inching her way out of his bed. Padding across to the bathroom she stopped and picked up his shirt, slipping it over her shoulders.

As she was washing her hands, Kara studied herself in the mirror. She wondered what had come over her last night. She had been on a few dates since Greg, but hadn't slept with anyone since him. None of the guys she had been out with had tugged at her like Richie had. None of the guys she had been out with could hold a candle to Richie. Maybe it was because he was older and more experienced? Maybe it was the fact that he actually listened when she talked? Kara sighed, I don't know, but I hope whatever this might be, it isn't just a passing fling.

She shook her head at that thought and then smiled, thinking of Jen. She was going to shit when she found out about this!

Walking back into the bedroom she looked over at Richie and grinned, it appeared at least one part of him was awake. "Morning princess, what are you grinning at?"

Kara started at his voice, "I thought you were still asleep." She walked over to the bed and climbed up next to him.

"Come here" he tugged her close to him, "I was having a rather interesting dream and you weren't next to me when it woke me up."


Kara ran her hand across the expanse of bronze chest that was showing above the sheet, "what were you dreaming about?"

He took her hand, "you."

She pulled her hand from his and let it skim across his chest and then slipped it under the sheets, grasping him and stroking lightly. "Want to tell me about this dream?"

Richie sucked in a breath, "how about I show you instead?" He pulled her hand from him and rolled her over, unbuttoning the shirt, following his fingers with his mouth. When his tongue encountered the ring at her navel again he paused, remembering. He lightly traced the skin there, dipping the tip of his tongue into her navel. Kara gasped, "Richie." He continued, alternating between tugging lightly on the ring with his teeth and tracing the soft skin with the tip of his tongue.


Goose bumps had broken out across her skin and Kara could feel a familiar tingle starting, just from his tongue on her skin. She started to move restlessly and he moved lower, running the tip of tongue down over her stomach, through the soft curls and, finally, tugging lightly on her clit. She was so close, if he would just... "harder Rich" she begged. He backed off, not wanting her to go just yet. Kara lifted her head looking at him in disbelief, "what... why'd you stop?"

He grinned wickedly at her, "this was my dream, remember? I want you to beg me for it."


Kara dropped her head back down on the pillow in frustration and watched as he knelt between her legs. When he touched her again she the feeling of relief she had was short-lived. He kept her right on the edge, straining for release. He looked up at her, "princess?"

She trained arousal-hazed eyes on him. She had wanted to hold out but she couldn't fight the need anymore. "PLEASE RICHIE, I NEED YOU NOW!"


When he heard the words he plunged into her with one hard thrust. She screamed as she clamped down on him, the orgasm ripping through her. He waited her out, pulling almost all the way out and slamming home again over and over, not letting up. Kara couldn't fight her way out of one orgasm before another overtook her. All she could do was lay there and take everything he gave her. When he lifted her leg to his shoulder he slid in just that much deeper and her scream mingled with Richie's as he emptied himself deep inside her.

Richie rolled off of her not wanting to drop his full weight on her. Kara curled up next to him, "that was a hell of a dream baby."

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