Sighing softly, Tori pressed back against the wall at her back, his size and heat familiar and comforting. With her movement his hand slid over her waist and onto her stomach. A small smile curved his lips at the evidence of his growing child filling his hand. Reaching down further he felt for the bottom of the t-shirt she wore, sliding his hand underneath and back up to cup and caress the warm skin covering her expanding womb.
After a few minutes, his hand drifted higher, eager to explore what other changes had occurred in her body since he’d last seen her. He carefully weighed each already increasing breast, caressing the smooth skin and rubbing the tender nipples, smiling when they hardened at his touch. Tori sighed and shifted her hips against his, but didn’t wake up.
Releasing her breast, Richie let his hand drift back down her torso, to tangle in the neatly trimmed soft curls at the apex of her thighs. His middle finger stroked along her cleft, the lubrication her body quickly provided easing his way. Tori’s hips began to gyrate in a languid motion, her mouth opening to exhale a soft moan, but the depth and speed of her breathing told him she was still asleep.
Richie trailed his fingertips over her hip and down the curve of one cheek to lightly probe her humid opening from behind. Tori shifted her hips back even closer to him and moved her top leg forward, giving him greater access to her sensitive flesh. Feeling her readiness, he positioned himself and slowly filled her with a gentle thrust.
Tori’s eyes flew open. “Oh! Hi. You’re home.”
Richie pressed deeper. “I am now.”
She gasped as he reached her very depths. “Mmmmm.”
Sliding an arm under her, he stroked and toyed with the hard tip of her breast. The other hand reversed its path over her hip until he could rest one fingertip on her already pulsing clit. And held still.
Tori rested her hands on his forearms and waited for him to start moving. When he remained motionless for several minutes she got frustrated and rocked back against him. “Oh!”
Richie closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, desperately trying to ignore the effect of his wife’s movements on his own arousal. It was all he could do to hold still.
Caught between her husband’s hands in front and his body behind her, she rocked. Each movement was a double stimulation of his erection shifting inside her and her clit rubbing against his calloused fingertip. She started slowly, experimenting until she found the rhythm that created the most intense sensation. As her arousal grew, the speed of her movements increased.
“Oh! Oh! Mmmmm.” She gyrated against him....faster and faster.
“That’s it baby. Take what you need.” The words came out in a growl.
Faster and faster yet. “Mmmm...oh God. Yes. Oh! Richie!!” Her back arched and her fingers dug into his forearms as she flew over the peak.
Richie only gave her a few moments to catch her breath, then started to move, both his hips and his hands. That teasing fingertip now actively stroked her nub and his other hand played with a breast, tweaking and tugging on the taut tip.
“Oh! Yes. Yes. Mmmm. Richie.” His name was a sigh.
Hands and hips moved in concert, bombarding her with sensations, driving her passions higher and higher.
“Jesus!” One slender hand rose to cup the back of his head and clench in his hair. “Mmmm.”
Richie buried his mouth in her neck and thrust harder....deeper.
“Oh God....Oh God....Oh God.” She panted. “Yes! Oh...Oh....OH!”
He felt her body clench around him, but couldn’t stop. He kept thrusting faster and faster and his hands kept pace.
The sound of his raspy growl in her ear sent her nerves into overdrive. She felt him reach deeper than ever at the same time his fingers squeezed both nipple and clit. The sensations were almost overwhelming.
Richie raced towards the finish, torn between wanting that rush of pleasure and wanting to make it last as long as possible. His body made the decision for him.
The feel of Richie’s teeth biting down on the tendon in her neck as he burst, flooding her with his hot juices, lit her fuse and the pleasure receptors throughout her body exploded. “RICHIE!”
As they came back to earth, Richie started to withdraw and ease back from her, but Tori grabbed his arms.
“No. Stay. Please. I want to feel you close for a little while longer.”
Not about to argue, he settled back against her, holding her tight.
Tori took a deep breath and blew her bangs off her forehead. “Where did that one come from? You been holding out on me?”
His deep chuckle skipped along her nerve endings, raising goosebumps on her arms, which his hands smoothed away. “I’ve had over five weeks of lonely nights to dream of things I’d like to do to you.”
“What else do you have in mind?” He never ceased to amaze and thrill her with the carnal workings of his mind.
“You’ll have to wait and see.” He kissed her neck. “Where’s Ava?”
“At the main house with Steph. They were watching videos.”
“Mmm. How was the flight?”
“Fine.”
“No problems with the kids or....anything?”
“When we had a bodyguard with us?” She questioned dryly. “Nope.”
Richie knew how she felt, but neither he nor Jon – nor Tony for that matter – would ever apologize for doing what they felt they needed to do to keep their family members safe. “I hope you didn’t give Tony too hard of a time.”
“Naw. Just made him carry the luggage.....and take Peanut to the potty.” They both chuckled. “How was your trip home?”
“Fine. Pretty quiet. We slept a lot of it.”
They lay quietly for a few minutes.
“We should go see your mother tomorrow.” Tori suggested. When she didn’t get a response she turned her head to look at him. His deep, even breaths told her he was sound asleep. She smirked. Well he lasted longer than usual tonight.
The next morning, Jon, Dot, Carol, John Sr., Matt, Desiree and Richie were sitting around the dining room table enjoying a post breakfast cup of coffee, the kids having all run off the to play, when Tori entered, sat down and laid her head on the table with a groan.
At the first look at her face, Dot and Carol stood up and headed for the kitchen. Richie reached out to rub her back.
“Bad this morning, honey?” John Sr. winced.
Tori nodded, but didn’t lift her head. “Apparently, somebody doesn’t like changing time zones.”
“I guess that’s kind of a double dose of jet lag.” Matt commented, trying to lighten the mood a little, but his sister just ignored him.
Dot and Carol returned with a cup of tea and a plate of dry toast, which they set near Tori. She sat up. “Thanks.”
After a few sips and a couple careful bites, still a little green around the gills, she glanced around the table and had to smile at the men’s expressions. “I’ll be alright......eventually.” Looking from Jon to Richie, her expression turned thoughtful. “Since you guys are going to be in the area for the next little while, why don’t you see if Jon’s urologist can squeeze you in?”
At the word ‘squeeze’ all the men winced. After several moments of silence, Matt leaned over towards Richie. “I don’t think she’s kidding.”
Richie eyed his wife warily. “Neither do I.”
“The number’s in my office.” Jon offered.
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