As the clock chimed for the last time Richie pulled away from Kara, “shall we go back and join the party?”
Kara shook her head, “do you really want to? They are probably all falling down drunk by now anyway.”
Richie felt bad having dragged her away from her brother’s party; having occupied so much of her time here in LA. He took her hand, “come on, let’s go see what’s what.” He opened the door and nearly ran Jack over. “Hey man, sorry. I didn’t see you there.”
Jack gripped the door jamb and steadied himself. “No problem man. Happy New Year!” Kara laughed; her brother could barely stand, let alone talk. Richie let Kara’s hand go and steered Jack back to the other room.
All of Jack’s friends and their significant others were strewn around the room in various states of drunkenness; even Lucy was feeling no pain. She came right over to Richie and planted a kiss on his cheek, “Happy New Year Richie!” She turned to Kara and leaned heavily on her, nearly knocking her over, “Happy New Year to you too Kara” she kissed her sloppily on the cheek before stumbling to the kitchen for an unneeded refill.
Kara walked over to Richie, taking his hand, “come on, follow me.” Wanting to put all thoughts of their earlier conversation out of her head for a while and just enjoy the time she had left with Richie, she led them out of the living room and upstairs to her room. She could think about all the other stuff later. Right now, she just wanted to be with him.
Richie followed Kara into the bedroom, moving up behind her as she closed and locked the door. “You sure you wouldn’t rather be downstairs princess?” His voice was warm at her ear, sending shivers right through her.
“I’m positive” she breathed out as his mouth moved from her ear and down her neck. She turned and ran her hands up his arms and into his hair, pulling his head up to capture his lips with hers.
Nipping his way out of the kiss, Richie took Kara’s hands from his hair, kissing each one before settling them at her sides. “Princess, we’re not going to see each other for a while, I want to take my time.” He ran his fingers lightly up her arms, fascinated as her eyes darkened with that slight touch. “You are so beautiful” he whispered as his fingers found their way into her hair, searching out the hairpins that held up her silken tresses.
As he slid the last pin out, he slipped it into his pocket with the others and ran his fingers through her hair, lightly rubbing her scalp. “Mmmm, that’s nice” she mumbled. He ran his fingers to the ends of her hair, running them lightly up her back, searching out the zipper on her dress. He lowered it slowly and slipped the dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to pool at her feet. He sucked in a breath when he looked down at her.
“Richie?” Kara looked up to find him looking her up and down.
“If I had known that” he gestured to her with his hand, “was under that dress while we were alone in the den, we never would have had that talk earlier.”
Kara smiled “you like it then?”
He nodded his head, “oh yeah.”
She was clad now in black and purple silk bra, panties and garter, the sheerest of black hose and her black stilettos. It was taking all of Richie’s control to not just throw her on the bed and fuck her senseless. Struggling for control, he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close, his hand resting on the curve of her ass. His other hand cupped her cheek and tilted her head up as his mouth came down on hers, eager and hungry.
Kara eased her mouth from Richie’s, “I thought you wanted to take your time.”
He kissed her lightly, “I do, but you’re making it difficult.” He relaxed his grip on her, urging her toward the bed. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to keep himself in control as he turned to face her. “I wish I had a camera.”
Kara was kneeling on the bed facing him, her china doll blue eyes wide in surprise. “You want to take my picture?”
He pulled his shirt off over his head, not willing to fight with the buttons, “you look so damn sexy princess, why wouldn’t I?” She just shook her head in disbelief.
Richie took a stepped closer to the bed and she reached for his belt, kissing his chest and stomach as she undid his pants. “No pictures, no more talking. I want you Rich, now.” He shoved his pants to the floor as she stroked him, her thumb running across the broad head of him, smearing the drop of fluid pooled there. He pulled her hand from him and gave her a gentle shove, tipping her onto her back.
“Princess, I’m going to owe you some more underwear.” Kara didn’t have a chance to reply before she felt her panties being ripped from her. He tossed the black silk behind him and, moving between her legs, plunged into her. She was so hot and wet for him he nearly came right then. “Jesus Princess” he growled in her ear, “you feel so damn good.” He pumped in and out of her, driving them closer to release. Rising up on his arms he looked down at her, her eyes were the color of midnight and her breath was coming in pants, “Richie… God…” he felt her start to tighten around him and he slowed his pace. Her hands gripped his arms, “why are you… don’t stop!”
He shushed her as he knelt, resting on his heels, drawing Kara up so she was astride him. She ground herself down onto him, trying to finish what he started. He flicked open the front clasp of her bra and found one hardened nipple with his mouth. Kara dropped her head back, her hands in his hair, holding him to her. He felt her start to move and slid his hands to her hips, holding her as he maneuvered them. When her knees hit the bed Kara rode him hard, his hips meeting hers, thrust for thrust. His groan mingled with her cries as they came together.
As their breathing slowed, Richie lightly caressed Kara’s back. She had slumped over him, her head on his shoulder. She kissed his neck up to his ear, “What happened to taking your time?”
He chuckled as he glanced over to the clock, “we’ve got the rest of the night Princess.”