Covering his hand with hers, Kara was surprised to feel his hand tremble under hers. His fingers tightened on the slim ribbon holding the blue silk closed. She dragged her gaze up the front of him; the expanse of skin gave way to a light smattering of hair that did nothing to hide the sharp nail heads his nipples had become. She could almost see his heart beating as her eyes traveled further, past the adam’s apple that was working up and down, past the lips where his tongue snaked out to wet them, to his beautiful brown eyes that were near black with want.
Their gazes held as their fingers tugged on the tie of her top. It came free and the material slid across her skin, grazing her nipples lightly before resting limply at her sides. Richie’s hands moved over her, his fingertips ghosting over her skin from hip to shoulder, raising goose bumps across her flesh. Dropping to his knees in front of her, his tongue snuck out to tease her piercing as his fingers hooked into the sides of the tiny g-string that she wore; he wondered why she even bothered.
While his hands slid the scrap of blue down her legs, his mouth nipped a trail from her piercing to the top of her mound, avoiding where he knew she wanted him, following the path her panties made down her leg. Kara moaned and reached behind her, grasping the door jamb for support. He tasted his way back up her legs, kissing an ankle, stroking the back of a knee with his tongue, caressing the inside of a thigh. He wanted her to tremble for him, wanted her to vibrate with the need like he was.
Rising from his knees he dragged his tongue up the front of her, caressing the under curve of her breast, circling and suckling one hardened nipple and then the other before making his way back to her mouth. When their lips met Kara pressed herself against him and he pulled her back to the bed, turning to lay her across it. Crawling up over her, Richie stroked his fingers over her, caressing from hip to breast.
Kara bit her bottom lip, she could feel herself trembling under his touch. She couldn’t remember ever wanting anyone the way she wanted Richie. He made her feel so much and just when she didn’t think she could bear it, he urged her on, taking her where no one else ever had. He touched something inside her she had never known was there.
Lifting her head up Kara looked down and watched as Richie moved over her, watched his hands as they played over her. She thought she might have an orgasm just from his fingers sliding over her skin alone.
Richie looked up and caught her eye as she was watching him. The small, intimate smile was all the warning he gave her before lowering his head and letting his tongue slide down and taste the sweetness that was waiting for him. Kara’s head dropped back to the bed and she cried out as her orgasm rushed through her.
After he pushed her a second time Richie sat up, sat back on his heels and looked at Kara. Her eyes were closed and he could see a tear sliding down across her temple and into her hair. “Princess?”
She opened her eyes and found his, “please Rich, I need you baby.”
He couldn’t deny her. Rising from the bed he dropped his pants to the floor and slid back up over her. She reached for him and he stopped her, “if you do that now Princess, we’ll be all done.” She grasped his arms instead, waiting for the sweet relief only he could give her.
Teasing her a bit more he stroked the broad wet head of his erection across her clit. She reared up, gripping his shoulders, her nails digging in, “God Rich, please” she begged. Lowering to his elbows he dipped his head and found her mouth with his as he moved his hips, easing his way inside her, filling her slowly, filling her completely. Groping for her hands, he laced their fingers together as he gently rocked his hips. He pressed tender kisses along her jaw and down her neck, keeping the tempo slow and easy.
He brought his mouth back to hers, their kisses long and slow, matching each thrust of his hips. When Kara could pull her mouth away she begged him for more, “harder Rich, faster, please.”
Letting her hands go he pushed up on his, levering himself over her, “you sure Princess?” She pressed her hips to his in answer.
Grunting with the effort, he did as she asked; he drove into her, grinding against her with every down stroke, pushing her to scream as the first wave rolled through her. When he felt her start to tighten around him a second time, he hitched her leg higher on his hip, pressed deeper into her, letting himself go as she bore down on him, crying out with her as they found their release together.