Chapter 24

Tori stretched her legs and listened to the murmur of her husband’s voice in the other room making arrangements for their dinner. At least, she hoped that’s what he was doing.  She was starving!  

She must have dozed off for a few minutes, because the next thing she was aware of was the sound of silverware clinking against china. Her stomach growled again in anticipation of tasting whatever was emitting the heavenly aromas that wafted nearby.

The bed beside her dipped as Richie joined her once again. The scents got stronger.

“Mmm. That smells delicious. What is it?”

In answer, Richie touched a piece of meat to her lips, sliding it in when they parted. The subtle flavours of the perfectly seasoned steak burst on her tongue. “Mmmmmm. That’s good. Needs a little sour cream though...or maybe some Ranch dressing.”

Cringing at such abuse to a good piece of meat, Richie nevertheless gave his pregnant wife what she wanted, dipping a chunk in sour cream, then one in Ranch dressing. He’d ordered both, as well as a selection of condiments, in anticipation of her cravings.

Tori realized he still wasn’t going to speak, so she’d have to tell him what she wanted. “I like the dressing the best. Could I have something to drink please?” Richie held a bendy straw to her mouth. “Thanks.”

Something else touched her lips and dripped down the side of her cheek. Richie quickly bent to catch the drip with his tongue. When Tori opened her mouth, she tasted butter...and...something sweet, tender and slightly fishy. Lobster? Swallowing a mouthful, she licked her lips. “Mmmmm. Surf and turf?”

Richie held his breath waiting to see what she’d do to the lobster. Luckily, for his appetite, she seemed satisfied with it without any stomach churning additions.

“What have you got for a vegetable?” The green bean that passed her lips was crisp and lightly seasoned. “Needs sour cream.”

They didn’t rush their meal, but they didn’t draw it out either. Richie fed Tori with his fingers, his body twitching as she sucked and nibbled them in the process of taking her food.

When they were finally finished, Tori sighed. “That was delicious.” She licked her lips. “So...what have you got for dessert?”

Her low purr hit him right in the groin.  But that wasn’t on the menu....at the moment. He reached for the bowl sitting on the trolley beside the bed.

Tori gasped as he dabbed the tips of her breasts with something cool....and fairly thick – it only ran down the sides a little bit. She sniffed, but couldn’t smell anything. What is it? Too heavy to be whipped cream.

Richie bent his head to remove the confection from her plump mounds. Starting on the sides, he licked towards her nipple, cleaning all sides before taking the tip into his mouth.  He suckled and finally scraped his teeth lightly along the hardening peak.

“Mmmmm.” Tori moaned softly, her back arching towards him, silently asking for more.

Grinning, Richie obliged, turning his attention to the other breast and resumed his cleaning. When he was finished, he reached for the bowl again and replaced his decorations. Next he tugged on her leg bindings, opening her wide once again, grabbed the bowl and filled her cleft as well.

“Don’t I get to taste some too?” She licked her lips and opened her mouth....wide.

What red-blooded man could resist that? He certainly couldn’t. Shifting his position, he covered the tip of his erection and accepted her invitation.

“Mmmmm.” Tori ran her tongue around his swollen crest. Rice pudding?! Well, that’s a new one.

Richie gripped the headboard, flexed his hips and watched his engorged flesh slide in and out of her mouth. As her suction increased, he almost lost himself in the sensations. He struggled to bring himself back from the brink. This wasn’t part of his plans. Easing away, he ignored her pout and took a few moments to shore up his control.

Blowing out a deep breath, he repositioned himself between her widespread thighs. He repeated his previous ministrations, torturing her nipples even more, then headed south towards even warmer climes.

“Oh!” Tori sucked in a sharp breath at the first swipe of his tongue along her cleft.

He lapped at her slowly, making sure to remove all the pudding from every nook and crevice of her swollen folds.

“Oh! Oh!” Her hips lifted towards him.

Richie took his time, savouring the mixture of tart woman and sweet pudding.

Tori moaned and started to pant. He was driving her crazy! The feel of his tongue circling and flicking her clit, but only lingering enough to tease and taunt, never enough to finish her was making her heart race and the blood pound in her ears. “Babe, stop teasing...please!”

His response was to slide his hands under her gyrating hips and hold her still while he devoured her. He stabbed his tongue deep in search of every last grain of rice, every last drop of cream and listened to her mewling cries of pleasure.  Over and over he speared her, making the occasional detour to swipe over her clit. The expressions of passion and pleasure that passed over her face assured him his instincts were good. When her cries rose in volume and her head began to thrash back and forth, he decided she’d had enough for this course, took her clit between his lips and suckled. Hard.

“Oh! Oh! Oh God! Yes! Yes..yes.....YES! RICHIE!” Tori’s body stiffened into a rigid arch, then went limp and she collapsed back onto the bed.

While she caught her breath, Richie released one of her legs, turned her over onto her stomach and retied her. Straddling her hips, he set his hands on her shoulders and massaged his way down to her waist.

“Mmmmm. That feels so good. Babe, you really do have the most incredibly talented hands.” Tori sighed and relaxed deeper into the mattress.

Those talented hands moved further down to cup her firm cheeks and massage them as well. Bending his head, he dropped kisses down the line of her spine. He paused, grinned and nipped the smooth skin under his fingers.

Tori jerked, but not from pain. His playful bite warned her that the next course was about to be served, and her body responded instantly, nerve endings firing up again.

Richie couldn’t wait any longer. Sitting back on his heels, he gripped her hips, pulled her up onto her knees, and with one long smooth thrust, buried his beyond aching erection to the hilt in her delectable body.

“Mmmmm.” Tori braced herself on her elbows and swivelled her hips in rhythm with his. As her arousal increased, she sped up her movements, trying to push the pace.

But Richie wouldn’t allow it. He kept to his slow beat, using his grip on her hips to slow her down.   Reaching around her, he cupped a breast in one palm, pinching and pulling on the hard tip. The other hand slid around her, holding her to him while he plunged deeper. When she groaned and shuddered, he bent further to kiss and nuzzle the sensitive spot under her ear.

Feeling her tighten around him, Richie changed to a circular, grinding motion. The pressure was too much for her already over stimulated senses to take. He bit her shoulder.

“Mmmmm....RICHIE!”

He switched back to a thrusting motion and rode out her climax. Not wanting to give her senses a chance to calm down, he reached for the Pink Rabbit on the bed beside him. He took a deep breath and hoped his control would hold out for this.

A low hum reverberated through the room. Tori’s brain registered the sound, but was too focused on pleasure to process what it signified. All her receptors went on high alert though, at the touch of the gyrating vibrator on her still pulsing clit.

“Oooooh shit!”

Richie continued to play with her throbbing nipples while he thrust slowly and rhythmically into her and let the toy do its thing.

The last coherent thought Tori had was that her husband was as devious as he was relentless when it came to sensual torture.

“Oh! Oh! Unnnngh!” The orgasm shook her body, taking her breath and her ability to speak.

But Richie didn’t stop. Instead, he turned up the speed  - both of the vibrator and his hips. Faster and faster, until he was pounding into her.

Drowning in sensation, Tori fought to suck in air, only to have it pushed from her lungs in the form of a scream as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body, overwhelming her senses, until finally it became too much and her world went black.

Richie felt her go limp and with a satisfied grunt, let go and found his own release. He loosened her leg bindings and turned her over into a more comfortable position. Lying back, he took the opportunity to rest a bit and congratulated himself. He’d fulfilled part of his promise and a glance at the clock assured him that there were still several hours before morning to accomplish the rest of it.  Damn I’m good!