Can Kara achieve her dream? Can Richie help?

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Chapter 47

Kara and Richie lay tangled together and she reveled in having the weight of him on her. As she stroked her hand lightly up and down his back his breathing evened out and she sighed. She was going to miss him.

Easing herself out from under him she slid her robe on and grabbed up the dirty laundry that littered her floor. Normally her things found their way to the hamper, but this week it seemed that wherever the item landed is where it stayed. With one last longing look at the man in her bed, Kara headed to the washer and started a load of clothes. She didn't figure he'd want to wear dirty clothes until he could get back to California, besides; she kind of liked the domesticity of the chore.

While the washer was humming she started coffee and booted up her computer. Jen had told her that she would send the video from the night before and sure enough, it was waiting for her in her inbox. Saving it, she burned it to a CD along with a couple other items and packaged it up to give to Richie. She hadn't gotten him anything for Valentine's Day, hadn't even given it a thought until he presented her with her gift this morning and she wanted to give him something. So she was giving him the one thing he seemed to like the best about her that he could carry around with him. He'd be able to listen to her anytime he wanted to. She smiled slightly at the thought and went and slid the CD into a pocket in his laptop carrier.

As she moved the load of clothes from the washer to the dryer and started a second one, Richie wrapped his arms around her, "what are you doing princess?"

She nearly jumped out of her skin, "dammit Rich, don't do that!"

He hugged her tighter, "sorry baby. What are you doing?"

She turned and kissed his stubbly cheek "what does it look like I'm doing? I'm washing clothes."

He looked around and noticed some of his things mixed in with hers. "Why are you washing my things?"

She shook her head, "because they aren't going to wash themselves." She tried to move and get by him but he held on.

"You didn't need to do that you know."

She looked up at him, "I know. It's no big deal; I had to do mine anyway. Don't worry about it."

His lips grazed her forehead, "thank you."

She smiled, "you're welcome. Now, how about some breakfast?"

As they ate they talked about where he was going from here and when she might be able to come out and what she was doing for the next school break.

"I'm going to visit Jack and Lucy for Easter break." She looked over at him, "will you be in LA with Ava or here with your mother?"

Richie sipped his coffee, "I will actually be in LA, hopefully with Ava. Mom's coming out this year too."

Kara nodded, "it's good that you'll all be together. Maybe we can get together while we're all out there."

Richie reached across the table and took her hand, "I'm sure that won't be a problem princess."

Kara squeezed his hand, "where will you be after that?"

They discussed his schedule and when Kara heard that he would be playing in Vegas she decided that that was the show she wanted to go to. She hadn't ever been to Las Vegas and knew without a doubt that Jen would leap at the chance to go to that show.

Richie raised his eyebrows in surprise, "you want to wait that long to come to a show?"

Kara shrugged her shoulders, "not really, but I want to go to Las Vegas."

Richie chuckled, "we're playing right across the way in Philadelphia in a few weeks, why don't you come that weekend?"

Kara went and got her calendar, "I could, but I'm not sure Jen can come that weekend."

Richie pulled her over to him and she sat on his lap, "so come alone to Philadelphia and bring Jen to Vegas."

Kara smiled at what he said and then put on a pout, "you want me to cum alone?"

Richie looked at her and chuckled; the gleam in his eye turned wicked and had him shifting her so she was straddling his lap. "Would you, for me?"

Dropping her calendar Kara's eyes widened. She knew what he wanted and wasn't sure if she could actually go through with it. She peppered his face with tiny little kisses, "would I what for you?"

His eyes never left hers and his grip on her hips tightened, "cum for me princess. Show me what you'll do when you're missing me." Even though she had known this was what he intended, her mouth still dropped open at his request. Could she do this?

Richie watched her face, wondering if she would do this for him. He traced her lips with his tongue as he waited for her to say something. Kara didn't say anything; she just tilted her head slightly and kissed him fully.

As their mouths danced, Kara's hands slid from Richie's shoulders to the tie on her robe. With one slight tug she opened the robe and shrugged it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a silky puddle. She pulled her mouth from Richie's and her head fell back as her hands slid over herself, caressing her breasts and teasing her own nipples. Richie watched her, his eyes darkening and his hands itching to help her.

Kara's hips undulated against him as her hands roamed over herself. Her fingers plucked at her nipples before caressing down across her stomach, sliding past her navel ring and lower. She whimpered as her own fingers moved across her already slick center.

Richie's fingers pressed harder into her hips as she moved. Surely there would be marks there later but he was too turned on to care. He had been the recipient of more than his share of lap dances, but this had to be the most erotic thing he had ever seen. She had him impossibly hard and when her hand dipped between her thighs he wasn't sure he was going to make it.

She groaned low in her throat as her fingers danced across her clit and slid lower to dip inside herself. She was so close. "Richie" she looked at him, "I need you inside me, please!" He didn't hesitate. Richie slid her back on his thighs and freed his straining cock from his pants. Kara raised up and lowered herself onto him in one long slow motion, nearly coming just from that one movement.

They groaned together as Kara rolled her hips. Richie let her set the pace and she moved. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she rode him hard and when he slid his hand between them and flicked his thumb across her sensitive nub, her release raced through her. Richie pulled her down onto him one last time, spilling into her, her muscles drawing out everything he had to give.

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