Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Chapter 4

Tori found her men busy mixing pancake batter. “Careful Peanut. Don’t fall.” He was kneeling on a stool watching his father.
“Okay Mama. I heping Daddy. Want booberries?”

She ran a hand through his silky dark hair and smiled. “Blueberries sound great. Do you want apple juice or orange?”

“Appo. Pease.”


“Do we have any cranberry?”

“I think so.” Tori poured the requested juices, set out butter and syrup and the required dishes. She moved to Richie’s side to watch him finesse the griddle, wrinkling her nose at the smell of the bacon cooking.

His arm slid around her waist and pulled her close, pressing a kiss to her temple. “How are you feeling? Is the bacon too much?”

She shook her head and leaned against him, her arm slipping around his waist. “No, I’m fine.” Rising up on tiptoe, she kissed him. “I love you.”

“I love you too angel.”

“Mama okay?”

“Yes, Mommy’s okay now. My tummy was just a little upset.” She assured him.

Tori was cutting up a pancake for Stevie when the baby’s cries filled the room from the monitor on the counter.

“’Oren wake.” Stevie informed them.

“Yes she is. Do you think I should go get her?”

Stevie nodded solemnly. “Uh huh. Her loud.” As if to prove his point, the volume of Lauren’s cries increased dramatically, to the point of screaming. Both males winced.

“I’m coming Sweetpea, I’m coming.” Tori slid off the stool and rushed to soothe the savage beast. “Morning sweetie.” Lauren’s cries subsided to whimpers at the sound of her mother’s voice. “How are you feeling today?” The baby held her arms up commandingly. “Ok. Do you want some breakfast?” Tori picked her up, wincing when the baby came into contact with her breasts. They were full and sensitive, but she knew she wasn’t going to get any relief for a little while. A quick diaper change and the girls headed downstairs to the kitchen.

“Morning Sweetpea.” Richie bent to kiss his daughter as Tori settled her in her high chair.

The baby’s whimpers paused and she grinned at him and clapped her hands against his face. He laughed and kissed her hands, blowing on them, making noises, until she giggled.  

Rosa smiled at the scene of a family having breakfast, father and son eating pancakes and bacon, mother dry toast and tea while feeding the baby rice cereal and stewed fruit. It was a peaceful, Norman Rockwell type picture....until Tori tried to give Lauren a bottle.

Unhappy cries rent the air as small hands pushed the offending bottle away and tugged on her mother’s shirt.

“I know Sweetpea, but come on, take the bottle for Mommy.” Tori cajoled, wincing as the small, thrashing head hit her engorged breast. “I’m sorry, but it’s the bottle or nothing.”

Lauren screamed in outrage and pulled harder on her mother’s shirt.

Between Lauren’s wiggling, and the effect of her cries, Tori was in agony. She finally couldn’t take it anymore and plunked their daughter in her father’s arms. “You try.”  She stepped out of the baby’s line of sight.

“Ssshhh Sweetpea. Calm down, it’s okay.” Richie hummed and rocked the baby until her cries subsided. “Okay, let’s try this again.” Lauren frowned, shook her head and pushed the bottle away, but Richie persisted. “I know it’s not what you want, but it’s better than nothing.” With a frustrated sigh, Lauren finally gave in.

Tori waited only until she saw Lauren start to settle down, then left the room in search of her breast pump and some desperately needed relief. The next few weeks were going to be hell!

After lunch they settled onto the living room couch for story time. Richie held Stevie on his lap while Tori sat beside him and held Lauren. It was a Dr. Seuss extravaganza afternoon, starting with One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish, and moving on to Cat in The Hat, Green Eggs and Ham, and Horton Hears a Who.

“What are you doing Peanut?” Tori asked, watching him bouncing on his father’s leg.

“Hoppin on pop!”

His parents laughed and Richie gave him a hug.

Cathy came in a little while later to find both kids sleeping and the adults dozing. She reached out to touch Richie’s shoulder, startling him awake. “Why don’t you and Tori go have a nap? The kids’ will be down for a couple hours at least and I’ll keep an ear out for them. You guys need some rest too.”

Richie sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. “Thanks. That sounds like a great idea.” He shrugged the shoulder Tori was leaning against. “Angel? Let’s go upstairs, put the kids down and have a nap.”      

“Come on.” Richie chuckled. “We all need a nap.”

Tori blinked and sighed. “Maybe for a few minutes.”

They settled the kids in their beds and headed for their own. Richie closed the door and immediately started undoing his shirt. Tori headed straight for the bed. “Aren’t you going to get undressed?  Might as well get comfortable.”

Considering the fullness of her breasts, comfortable was a relative term, but he had a point and she changed direction to the closet. When she came out in her nightshirt she found Richie naked, sitting on the side of the bed. He crooked his finger at her. When she reached him he pulled her between his knees and sliding his hands under the hem of her shirt, lifted it up and off, dropping it to the floor. His brows rose in surprise at the sports bra she was wearing.

Tori smiled wryly. “Sexy isn’t it?”

“Can you actually sleep in that?” It looked tight. “It doesn’t look very comfortable.”

“Better than without it.”

“They really hurt huh?” He raised his hands and cupped her breasts tentatively, gently stroking the sides with his thumbs.

Tori winced, grasped his wrists and pulled his hands down to her ribcage. “Yes, so you’re going to have to practice hands off for awhile.” She bit her lip against a smile when he pouted. “Sorry.”

“For how long?”

“You sound like a little boy who just had his favourite toys taken away.” She chuckled, running her fingers through his hair.

“Uh huh, and when do I get them back?”

“Depending on how much pain I can take, a week or two.”

He sighed heavily. “I guess I can wait.” Long fingers slipped between her thighs to trace her sensitive flesh. “I’ll just have to find something else to play with.”

“Oh!” Her eyes closed and her head tipped back as a teasing finger found her opening and delved deep.

Richie moved his finger slowly in and out and watched the expressions of pleasure crossing her face. “God I’ve missed you!”  

Taking a shuddering breath, Tori gripped his shoulders and shifted her legs until she was straddling him. She knew exactly what he meant. As much as she needed sleep, she needed this – needed him – more. “Richie please!”

“Not yet.” He didn’t pretend not to know what she wanted. “Let me make you come this way first.” That way he could watch her, and let her climb the peak more than once. Plus, she was tight from her abstinence and he was hard enough to crack walnuts and a preliminary orgasm would help her accept him easier. He slid a second finger alongside the first.

The feelings incited by his stroking fingers were too good to even think about making him stop, so she didn’t bother to argue. Instead, she tightened her grip on his shoulders and rode his fingers, locking her gaze with his. Their time apart, his scent, his touch, his...nearness...all combined to create a wave of pleasure that quickly overwhelmed her.

Tori rested her forehead on his shoulder and waited for her shudders to subside. Still breathing heavily, she lifted her head and kissed him. While her tongue explored his mouth, savouring his familiar flavour, one hand coasted down his chest and stomach to wrap around his swollen shaft.....and squeezed. She raised her head until their lips were barely brushing. “Can I have this now?”

Richie closed his eyes as she stroked him. “If you keep that up I’ll be done before I even get inside you.”

“Then come inside me.” She ran the tip of her tongue along his bottom lip. “And I mean that both ways.”

Before he could react, she braced her knees on the bed beside his hips, pushed his hand aside, positioned him at her entrance and sank down. Despite her recent orgasm, she was tight. He gripped her hips to support her and slow her down. “Easy babe, slow down.”

“Don’t want to.” She panted and rotated her hips, easing the fit and absorbing more of his length. “Can’t. I need you. Now.”  When the last inch breached her, she cried out.

Richie held her still. “Are you okay?”

The look she gave him heated his blood and hardened him even more. “Mmmm. Much better. And I’m about to be ecstatic...very soon.” She started to rock against him, her eyes closing to better focus on the sensations.

Richie watched her. The emotions crossing her face, the undulations of her body, and had to remind himself repeatedly not to crush her against him like he wanted to. Instead, he ran his hands up and down her back and over her hips. He buried the fingers of one hand in her hair and tugged until her head dropped back, baring her throat to him. Setting his mouth to her skin, he kissed and licked the slender column, nuzzling the sensitive spot under her ear and nipping her ear lobe.

Tori threaded her hands in his hair and dragged his mouth to meet hers. As their tongues duelled and played, she changed her movements, raising and lowering herself on him. She kept her rhythm slow and gentle – her tender breasts just wouldn’t let her go for the hard driving tempo she really wanted.  Even with the slower pace, she had to ensure she kept space between them. The barest brush against his chest sent pain shooting through her engorged mounds.

For  long minutes the only sounds in the room were soft moans, and harsh breathing.  But as much as they both wanted to make it last, between hormones and being apart, their bodies conspired against them.

When the wave crashed, Tori tore her mouth from his. “Richie!”

He was too caught up in his own tsunami to do anything more than groan. His hips bucked against her, pumping out his release. Finally empty, his head dropped to her shoulder. “Fuck baby!”

Tori chuckled breathlessly. “I missed you too.”

Richie lifted his head to stare into her eyes. One large hand smoothed her hair back from her face. “I love you angel.” He touched his lips to hers.

“I love you too.” Boneless, muscles totally relaxed, she slipped to his side and shifted up the bed until she reached the pillows. “Come here and keep me warm.”

“Yes dear.”

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