Chapter 34

Richie added another log to the fire, watched the flames lick around it and bite deep, then stood and moved to sit in the large recliner a few feet away. Movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and he turned his head to watch his wife walk towards him. She looked tired, but happy after their long day. When he saw that she was in her nightshirt, he was glad he’d lit the fire. Her growing stomach raised the hem higher on her thighs than usual and it was a cool night. 
 

Tori shivered and rushed to curl up with her favourite source of warmth – her husband. When she settled onto his lap, his arms wrapped around her to hold her close. She laid her head on his shoulder and gazed into the flames with a sigh.

“Kids asleep?”

“Mmmhmmm.”

“You okay?”

“Mmmhmmm. Just tired.” Her hand lifted to slide inside his shirt and toy with a patch of chest hair.

“It was a hell of a day wasn’t it?” His large hand rubbed her thigh. “I’m a little surprised that David didn’t come up with a more....unique name.”

Tori shook her head. “You heard Karin. She told me that these kids have enough to deal with having famous parents, there was no way she was going to let her child be saddled with a name that could in anyway make him the butt of a joke.”

Richie frowned and was silent for a moment. “He doesn’t mean it that way.”

“I know that, and you know that. Now did you want to try to explain it to a hormonal woman in full protective mama mode?”

“Ahh....no.” His hand moved to stroke her stomach. “Have you decided on any favourite names for this one?”

“Well, if it’s a boy, I’d like William John for middle names. I haven’t picked a favourite first name yet.”

He nodded. “That’s sounds fair. Peanut’s named after my father, it’s only right that this one be named after yours – both of them. What if it’s a girl?”

“There’s too many mothers to name her after them.” She shrugged. “I like Serena or Rebecca.”

“I like Serena.”

They sat in comfortable silence, watching the dancing flames. Tori opened his shirt further so that she could reach all of his chest. Richie let his cheek rest on the top of her head and drank in her scent as her fingers stroked him. These days she often wanted closeness and cuddling rather than lovemaking, so he tried to ignore the effect that teasing touch had on his body until he saw which way the wind was blowing tonight.

Tori’s mind wandered over the events of the day and the impending birth of her own child. While her mind roamed, so did her fingers. Up and down his torso from collarbone to waist, palms smoothing over his pecs, nails scraping lightly over his ribs. She wasn’t even really aware of what she was doing.

But Richie was and his body was reacting predictably despite his best efforts to control it. All he could do was hope that she wasn’t going to tease him and leave him high and dry.

While most of her mind was filled with thoughts of babies and family, a small part of it was aware of his condition. Her hand dipped lower to deftly open his pants and release him. Gentle fingers stroked up and down his length, lightly, almost absently.

Richie bit back a groan but couldn’t hold back the shiver that ran up his spine . He didn’t know which was getting to him more....her teasing touches or the fact that she didn’t even seem to be aware of what she was doing.  Even distracted she knew how to drive him crazy. But when her thumb swept over the sensitive tip, he couldn’t take anymore. “Angel, if you don’t stop teasing, I won’t be responsible for what happens.”

The gravelly, almost hoarse voice, and its note of near desperation, more that the actual words brought her attention back to her surroundings. Releasing him, she slid off his lap and rose to her feet.

Richie closed his eyes, his senses howling in disappointment. That quickly changed to anticipation when it became clear she was merely changing position. Some of what he felt must have shown in his face.

Tori climbed back onto his lap, this time facing him, straddling his thighs. “What? Did you think I could resist this?” She waved towards his manly display. Leaning forward, she brushed her lips against his. “I haven’t been able to resist since that moment in the hospital when I opened my eyes and saw you sitting in the chair beside my bed.”

“Well, don’t start now angel.”

Her husky chuckle assured him there was no chance of that happening. His body hardened even more.  Setting his hands on her knees, he slid them slowly up her thighs and over her hips, pushing her nightshirt out of way as he went. He paused to stroke her stomach soothingly before moving on to cup her breasts.

“Mmmmm.” She sighed into his mouth as her tongue explored. His taste was intoxicating, his touch drugging. But this was just a tease. And like any addict, she wanted more. Breaking the kiss, she sat back and pulled off her nightshirt. Her hands slid into his hair by his temples and tugged. “Kiss me.”

Richie understood that she didn’t mean her mouth. So she wants to be in charge tonight. I can go along with that....for now. Obeying her urging, he bent his head to nuzzle her soft breast. At the touch of his lips, her nipple hardened. Locking his gaze on her face, he swirled his tongue around the taut tip, then sucked it into his mouth. He alternated between toying with it with his teeth and rolling it around with his tongue and watched the expressions drift across her face.

“Mmmmm.” Tori looked down at him and held him closer. “Suck it.”

Brown eyes twinkled up at her as he obliged. Large hands gripped the top of her ribcage so that she couldn’t escape as he devoured her. Lips, tongue, teeth were all brought into to play. Back and forth he moved between her breasts, pleasuring her.

“Oh! Mmmm.” Shudders racked her body as sensation bombarded her. But as good as it felt, she wanted more. She wanted him. When he lifted his head to switch sides, she tugged on his hair until his face lifted to hers. Bending her head, she captured his lips did some licking, nibbling and sucking of her own. While her mouth ate at his, her hands released his hair to smooth down his strong neck and wander over his chest and stomach. When she brushed against his erection, her hand automatically closed around it. As she pumped him, her hips shifted restlessly.

Richie sat back and let her play. Even after all their time together, although she had no problem telling him what she wanted, she didn’t often take control like this. It was......hot. He swelled even more and twitched in her grip.

Finally, she couldn’t take any more. Breaking the kiss, Tori rose up on her knees and guided his swollen tip to where she ached to feel him. She started to sink down, but her stomach made it a little difficult to get as close as she wanted.

“Hang on angel.” Gripping the arms of the chair he pushed until the back of the chair started to recline. “Better?”

“A little more.” A moaning sigh came from her throat when she finally had all of him.

“Like that do you?”  He grinned despite the blood pounding in his head.

“Mmmm.” She squeezed her internal muscles and watched his face contort with pleasure. “Like that do you?”

Richie had to swallow heavily before he could speak. “Not sure. Do it again.”

Her throaty chuckle almost pushed him over the edge, but he managed to hold on.  Then she started to move and he was forced to think about icebergs and blizzards and New Jersey winters. When that didn’t work he started counting backwards from a thousand....by threes. But the sight of her riding him was still almost too much for his control.   Her flushed face and chest, breasts swaying slightly with her gyrations, sapphire eyes dark and sparkling as she looked down at him....was one of the most beautiful views he could ever hope to see.

Tori rocked against him, swivelling her hips, trying to find the position and motion that created the most intense sensation. Finding it, she worked it for all she was worth. “Mmmm....yes. God I love how you fill me!”

Richie brought his hands up to her hips to keep her from sliding off,  his teeth clenched as he prayed she broke soon or this was going to be a short night.

As her passion rose, her eyes closed and her head dropped back. The speed of her motions increased. “Yes...mmmmm. Oh! Oh God!”

Feeling her body squeeze him and shudder, he knew she’d reached her first peak. He didn’t give her a chance to recover. Large hands reached to massage and knead her full breasts, nimble fingers tugging and pinching the hard nipples.

“Oh! Tori leaned back a little, her back arching, offering her sensitive breasts for his ministrations.

While he played, Richie shifted his hips, encouraging her to keep moving.

“Mmmm... God that feels good!” Gripping the arms of the chair, she leaned back a little further, making sure she didn’t go so far that Richie couldn’t reach her. “Harder baby.”

Not sure what she wanted, he thrust harder, squeezed harder and tugged harder. Apparently, that was what she was after. It only took a few minutes before she peaked again, squeezing him so tight he thought he was going to go with her. But he managed to hold on.

“Oooh shit! Mmmm....yes!” As her spasms subsided, Tori realized he was still hard and raised a brow at him.

Richie grinned. It was time to take back control. “My turn, my way. Hang on tight.”

That was the only warning she got before he started to stand up. Wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs – as best she could – around his waist, Tori trusted him to keep her safe as he carried her into the bedroom.

At the edge of the bed, Richie stopped and lowered her to the mattress. “Keep your legs around my waist. This is going to be fast and hard.”

“Mmmm. Promise?” Tori purred as she let go of his neck and settled onto the bed.

Richie stripped off his shirt, kicked off his pants and leaned over her, bracing himself on his arms and kissed her briefly. “Promise. Ready?”

He didn’t wait for her nod before he started moving, thrusting deep, setting a hard, driving rhythm.

“Oh God! Yes! Like that! Just like that!”

It was Richie’s turn to close his eyes and focus on the sensations created by their joining bodies. “God baby, you feel so damn good!”

For long minutes the silence of the room was broken by sawing breaths, soft moans and the slap of flesh on flesh. But soon it was too much and they couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Yes, yes, yes, RICHIE!”

Feeling her go over again, Richie let his head fall back onto his shoulders, and with a flurry of thrusts joined her in paradise.

He sucked in a deep breath, withdrew from her body and climbed into the bed properly, helping his still panting wife do the same.  “You know, I never asked you where you got the itching powder.”

“Jesse.”

“One of these days your partner in crime is going to get caught and find himself in big trouble.”

“Naw. He chooses his victims very carefully. No innocent ones.”

Chuckling, he curled around her, one hand on their growing child, he kissed her neck. “Night angel. Love you.”

“Love you too.” Tori yawned. “Night.”