Chapter 32

He set his bag down quietly and stood in the doorway, watching. He had seen her last class leave and just stood and watched as she sat down at the piano. He hadn’t been able to wait any longer to see her. After he had dropped Ava off at school that morning he raced back home, packed his bag and got on the first flight east that he could find.

She looked so good. Her cream turtleneck sweater and gray slacks hugged her form and her hair hung in a dark, wavy curtain down her back. She sat ramrod straight at the piano and he could hear her singing softly.

You've got a way with me
Somehow you got me to believe
In everything that I could be
I've gotta say-you really got a way
You've got a way it seems
You gave me faith to find my dreams
You'll never know just what that means
Can't you see... you got a way with me

The words to the Shania Twain song rolled off her tongue effortlessly. Her tone was clear and pure. She spoke to him without realizing that he was there, listening to every word, every note.

It's in the way you want me
It's in the way you hold me
The way you show me just what love's made of
It's in the way we make love

You've got a way with words
You get me smiling even when it hurts
There's no way to measure what your love is worth
I can't believe the way you get through to me

It's in the way you want me
It's in the way you hold me
The way you show me just what love's made of
It's in the way we make love

Oh, how I adore you
Like no one before you
I love you just the way you are

It's in the way you want me
It's in the way you hold me
The way you show me just what love's made of
It's in the way we make love

It's just the way you are

As she finished, he came into the room, waiting for her to work her way back. He knew the moment she realized she wasn’t alone. Her posture changed slightly as she spoke, “can I help you?”

Richie smiled, “princess, you already did.”

Kara’s mouth dropped open in surprise. She turned to face him, “Richie?” She moved toward him as he moved toward her, his arms pulling her to him, holding her close as his mouth crashed down on hers.

“What are you doing here?” she asked when she could pull her mouth from his.

“God it’s good to see you” he muttered as his lips skimmed her cheek and into her hair.

Her eyes were wet as she raised them to his face, “you’re not supposed to be here until tomorrow.”

He stroked her cheeks with his thumbs, “I couldn’t wait one more day to see you princess. Do you want me to leave?”

She hugged him tighter, “God no. I just need to re-think my plan.”

He was intrigued, “you had a plan for me?”

She nodded, “I had the whole evening planned out and” her cheeks reddened “I even took Friday off so we could have the day together, if you want.”

He stepped back from her, holding her hands; he wanted all right, “are you ready to leave now or do you still have things to do here?”

She looked around the room, “I just have to get my bag and my coat and we can go.”

He helped her with her coat, picked up his bag and together they walked out of the building. The ride to her apartment never seemed to take so long and Richie’s hand on her thigh wasn’t helping matters. “Son of a bitch” Kara muttered when she had to stop at yet another red light.

Richie chuckled, “anxious princess.”

She turned her head, “and if I am?” She wasn’t pulling any punches tonight. It had been too long.

He glanced up at the light that had just changed and then back at her, “I’d say step on it and let’s get to your place.”

She let out a sigh of relief when her building came into sight. As soon as the door closed behind them, Richie set his bag down, tugged hers from her arm and hauled her close, kissing her with wild abandon as his hands sought out the buttons on her coat.

Coats came off, shoes were lost somewhere and a trail of clothes led to the living room. They had made it as far as the oversized chair while their mouths and hands played over each other. As Richie sat he pulled Kara with him, “I missed you princess.”

She lowered herself, taking every inch of him as she straddled his lap, “I … ohh… I missed you… oh God Richie!” She moved slightly and her orgasm washed over her. Feeling her clench around him had Richie unsuccessfully trying to fight his own release but it had been too long. He moved his hips once and exploded inside her.

Kara slumped forward, resting her head on his shoulder, “it’s good to see you again.”

He chuckled as he stroked his hand up and down her back, “it’s good to see you too princess.” He continued to alternately caress her back and tangle his fingers in the silky strands of her hair. They were still intimately joined and he could feel himself growing hard again.

Kara sat up and smiled at him “ready to go again already?”

Richie just shrugged his shoulders, “see what you do to me.” He stood, taking her with him, “where’s the bedroom?”

Kara indicated to the short hallway, “at the end of the hall.”

Richie didn’t take the time to study her room, he would do that later. He was focused on the woman in his arms right now. He wanted to show Kara just how much he had missed her over the past three weeks. They may have rushed the moment in the living room, but now it was time for slow kisses and gentle caresses. He laid her on the bed, his gaze roaming over her, settling on the butterfly winking at him from her stomach. It dangled from a curved bar and was nestled in the dip of her navel.

He lie down next to her and let his fingers trail over her silky soft skin, gently circling the piercing and then working back up to her throat, fascinated to see the goose bumps rise on her skin. He trailed his fingers down again and circled the butterfly. “Richie.” His name was a soft sigh off her lips.

He raised his eyes to meet hers, “you’re so sensitive here.”

She nodded, “erogenous zone for me.” She whimpered as he dipped his head and touched her skin with the tip of his tongue. He traced lazy circles before dipping into her navel and trailing back up to her mouth.

Their kisses were soft and slow as they reacquainted themselves with each other. Kara’s hands roamed over Richie’s broad chest and she ran the pads of her fingers lightly over the smattering of hair and across the hard points of his nipples. At his groan she pulled her mouth from his and trailed kisses down his neck, nipping at his adam’s apple before coasting across his chest to take up where her fingers had left off. She trailed kisses down his stomach, circling his navel and traveling lower. She managed to stroke her tongue up and down his hard length once before he pulled her back and rolled her onto her back. “Princess, you are too good at that and I’m not ready to be finished yet.” His mouth met hers in a fiery kiss and left her bereft when his mouth moved away from hers and trailed down her neck.

His hands traveled over her, kneading her breasts, rolling the tips around on his tongue before sliding lower on the bed. He kissed down her stomach, circling the butterfly again before moving even lower. He could see her arousal glistening on her lips as his tongue snaked out to taste her. Kara arched off the bed as his tongue delved deep, before slipping out to tease her clit. When he slid two fingers into her she came hard, clenching down on his fingers and sobbing his name.

Richie moved up over her, sliding just the tip of his cock inside her. She was still tight with the after shocks of her orgasm. “Kara, look at me.” She opened her eyes and tried to focus on him. He leaned down to press kisses across her chest and up her neck, “relax baby” as his mouth claimed hers he moved his hips and slid all the way in. “God Kara you feel so good.” He moved slow, with long deep thrusts over and over driving her into another climax. She reared up and grabbed his shoulders, hanging on as her body shuddered with her release.

She started to come down and he moved faster, urging her on again. “Richie, I… oh God, I can’t.”

He dipped his head, tracing a nipple with his tongue, “yes you can. Let it go baby.” He lifted her hip, thrusting harder. With the angle of his thrusts slightly altered Kara was thrown into another orgasm. When he felt her let go he emptied himself inside her.

Richie shifted slightly, laying half on top of her and mostly on the bed. “Jesus” he panted “you really did miss me didn’t you?”

Kara rolled slightly, her breathing starting to slow, “I think that feeling was mutual. You missed me too.”

He chuckled and pulled her into his arms holding her close as their heartbeats slowed. Smiling, he kissed the top of her head, “so princess, do I get to see your birthday gift on you now?”