Part 7
Richie woke up, the smell of food arousing his senses. His stomach growled and he rolled over noticing that Ashley wasn’t in bed with him. He picked his head up off the pillow and turned back to look at the clock; it read 11:36 AM.
After laying there trying to ignore the smell and his angry stomach, he got up from the bed. He stumbled into the bathroom and washed his face and hands before he left. He went to his own room and found a pair of jeans and pulled them on, then followed the smell hoping he would find Ashley along the way.
He entered the kitchen and leaned against the door way with his arms crossed as a smile came across his face. Ashley was cooking breakfast and looked sexy doing it in nothing but a tight white shirt and skimpy white underwear.
“I hope you are for dessert,” He said coming towards her after getting his eyes full.
She turned slightly startled and smiled at him, “You don’t eat dessert after breakfast.”
“I do if it’s you,” He said, taking her in his arms and kissing her neck as his hands ran down her back to her backside.
She pushed him away, “You are so bad,” She laughed.
“What’s the occasion?”
“Occasion?” She asked him.
“You cooking breakfast,” He said as he poured some of the coffee she had made.
She smiled, “Oh, I love to cook.”
Richie was surprised to hear her say she loved to cook, “What else don’t I know about you?”
She laughed as she stood by the stove, holding a spatula waiting for the pancakes to get firm.
“Do you always cook like that?” He asked as his eyes admired her butt.
“Like what?”
He shook his head and sipped on the coffee he poured. Ashley flipped the pancake in the pan and turned back to him. She picked up her coffee and took a sip, their eyes speaking to each other as they stared intensely at one another.
“Did you sleep well?” She asked, bringing the cup down from her lips, still staring at him across the short distance of the kitchen were he was standing.
He nodded his head, “like a baby.”
She smiled and then turned away from him to check the pancake in the pan again. Seeing it was done, she flipped it out of the pan into a plate with the other one already done. Richie watched her as she put butter on top and poured syrup over them and came towards him.
“You like syrup, don’t you?” She asked.
He nodded his head, catching a sneak peak of her full round breasts in the shirt that left no imagination at all. "Mounds," he answered.
She cast a sideways glance at him, “I heard that.”
“What?” He asked trying to act innocent.
“You were talking about syrup.”
“Dressed like that, how can I think about syrup?” He smiled.
She shook her head and went back to the counter, pouring syrup over her own pancakes and then walked to the table to sit down and eat. Richie joined her still smiling from his last comment.
“Thanks for cooking breakfast that was very sweet of you.” He said as he finished his plate.
She smiled as she cut from her stack, not saying anything.
“Did you decide what you wanted to do?” Richie asked her as he finished his plate.
She nodded her head, “The beach.”
He winked, “I get to see that bathing suit again.”
“You like that, ugh?”
“I like all of it,” he said as he got up from the table and leaned over, kissing her on the mouth.
Ashley allowed the kiss to become more then just a kiss before she pulled away from him. She stood up from the table and picked up her plate, “Let’s get going then, this is our last day.”
Richie smiled; bowing his head he shook it. When he turned around, Ashley was already gone. He put his dish in the sink and went off down the hall to find her.
He walked into her bed room and she was standing with her back to him, “Would you tie me up?” She asked.
His eyes twinkled as he walked towards her taking the straps of her bikini top in his hands; he tied the one around her neck and at her back. Before she stepped away, he pulled her to him and turned her around.
“I’d like to tie you up,” he said as he licked her neck.
“Richie,” She said trying to get away.
“Ashley, what’s wrong?” He asked, noticing that she was trying to avoid him.
“Nothing, I want to go to the beach.”
He let go of her and moved away, allowing her to walk away from him.
“I’ll be out soon, I have to change.” He grumbled as he left the room.
Ashley strolled out behind him and went on to the pool.
She stuck her foot in the water testing it. It sure did feel good as the sun was shining brightly. She was already hot having been there only a few minutes. She pulled her sun glasses from atop her head and put them on and went to look down at the beach. The sand looked like white and gold satin. She smiled as she heard the door slam shut behind her.
She turned around to see Richie walking around the pool to join her. He handed her a freshly made drink as he held one of his own in his hand.
“Ready?” He asked as he flipped his shades down off of his head.
“Let’s go.”
She started off towards the steps eager to get to the beach and relax.
“Did you get any lotion?” Richie called after her.
“No oil, and it’s in my bag.”
Richie felt his pulse quicken, “Mmmm…oil,” He said in a sexy tone of voice.
She said nothing as she started walking down the steps. Choosing to ignore his comment was probably the best thing right now, but knew it would get worse throughout the day. She knew at some point during the day she was probably going to have to tell him she couldn’t have sex until she was feeling up to it. She just hoped she would feel up to it before she had to tell him no.
When they got down to the beach; lounge chairs were already waiting, an umbrella with a multi-colored floral pattern in the middle. Jimmy Buffet music was coming from the portable CD player sitting on the table
“Where did those come from?” Ashley asked. She didn’t remember them being there last night, but it was dark.
“I had the Rico set it up.”
“Rico?” She asked withering her lips.
“You know the guy that was our waiter last night.”
She nodded her head remembering, “Oh yeah.”
She sat her beach bag down on one of the lounge chairs and pulled out the oil and started rubbing it on to her arms.
Richie tried not to watch her, but as she applied it to her chest he lost it.
“Do you need help with that?” He asked as he tried to take the tanning oil from her hands.
She backed up, a soft sexy giggle escaped from her lips, “You just sit back and watch.”
He frowned as he went to sit down. Ashley held her laugh as he reminded her of a little boy who was just told no he couldn’t do something. She waited for him to sit down and look up at her, and then she started applying the oil again. She pulled her top out away from her breasts and rubbed oil down inside as she smiled at him, making eye contact.
“Ashley, stop.” He begged her.
She laughed seductively and moved closer to him, pulling her leg up onto his lounge, she bent over rubbing the oil on her leg, still continuing to stare him in the eye. She sat that leg down and continued with the other one. Something about having that power over him thrilled her. Even though she knew it was wrong, she couldn’t stop herself.
After her legs were oiled, she poured more oil into her hand and started rubbing her stomach. She smiled at him seeing the effect she was having on him and decided she wanted to take it just a little further. She ran her hand down inside her bikini bottoms, not going too far, just enough to drive him crazy.
He shook his head and sighed, “You are asking for trouble.”
“Really, why is that? I am just applying my oil.” She said innocently.
He laughed, “Yeah, right.”
He closed his eyes, trying to block the image she had created inside his mind. She smiled and then laid down in her lounge beside him, resting in a reclined position she took a sip of the drink he had brought her.
“Do you always get that excited so quickly?” She asked him.
He moved his legs to hide the obvious, “Not until lately.”
She laughed and laid her head back, tapping her fingers to the beat of the music.
Richie started to sing along with the words to ‘Come Monday.’ Ashley listened, having never heard his voice before. He was singing softly, but she could still make out that he was a good singer. After the song was done, she turned to him.
“You have a great voice,” She said.
He rolled his head to look at her, “Thank you.”
“You should sing more.”
“I do, sometimes. I haven’t lately though.” He told her.
“Why not?”
He shrugged his shoulders, “No need I guess.”
She turned back to away from him, the heat about to get the best of her. She finally had enough and got up.
“I’m hot.” She said as she stood up in the sand.
Richie smiled, “Yes you are.”
She stood with her hand on her hips, “I mean, sweaty hot.”
Again he smiled, “You could be that too.”
She rolled her eyes and turned around, starting to walk towards the water.
Richie watched her go, admiring her body. She walked down into the water, her back still to him. She dipped herself in the water and then came back and lay down.
“I didn’t realize it was going to be this hot out here today,” She said lying down on her stomach.
He didn’t say anything, only nodded his head taking a sip from his straw.
“Can I trust you to rub oil on my back?” She asked him.
He looked over at her, she was lying flat on her back and her arms stretched out in front of her. She looked so damn tempting. He thought for a moment and told himself he would be good.
“Sure,” He said as he got up and took the oil, pouring it in his hand. “Do you want me to undo your straps again?
She buried her face into her beach towel mumbling yes.
He smiled, putting his hands on her shoulders he started to massage the oil into them. When most of the oil was on her, he untied both ties, then reached back and got more oil. He took his time, his hand moving over her curves, adding just enough pressure to her muscles to make her moan.
“I’m not hurting you am I?” He asked hearing her moan as he continued.
It felt so good, she couldn’t even answer him. He raised her hand part of the way and waived it.
“Ashley, are you okay?” He asked as he had now stopped, his hands resting at the middle of her back, one hand on each side of her spine.
Her head rose up off the lounge, “Yes,” She said breathlessly.
She laid her head back down and then he continued, his hands gliding slickly over her back and then inching down inside her bottoms, she squealed as he hit a tender spot. He started laughing and she joined him. He worked his way down to the backs of her thighs and then down her legs. Coming back up he ran his hands over her butt and she moaned, loving the pressure he had applied there.
Suddenly he stopped and went back to his chair. She rose up and looked at him disappointedly, “What’d you stop for?”
He smiled mischievously, “I was just applying oil,” He said mockingly.
She growled at him and let her face fall against the towel.
“What a tease,” He heard her mumble.
“You just drink your liquor missy,” he said to her.
She rose her head back up as Richie was still looking at her. She had a dazed and confused look in her eyes, “I’ll let you do that anytime you want to,” She said.
A smug look came across his face, “I know you will,” He said lighting a cigarette.
She sighed laying her head back down once again closing her eyes. Five minutes or so had passed. She was so relaxed she was almost asleep.
“I can’t believe Doc hasn’t called to check on you,” Richie said from out of nowhere.
“Why?” Ashley mumbled.
“Cause all he talked about was how worried he was about you. He wants you taken care of.”
Ashley opened her eyes and looked up at Richie, “Looks like you have taken care of me,” She laughed.
He looked over at her and laughed, “That’s not what I mean.”
Ashley laid her head back down, “Well, it’s not a surprise to me. What does surprise me is why he’s trying to be so protective when I am around.”
“What do you mean?” Richie asked her.
"He never gave a shit about me before why start now." She said sarcastically, her eyes still closed.
“That’s not true; he’s asked you to come out with him on the road.”
Ashley opened her eyes, “Only because I had no other place to go and he felt sorry for me.”
Richie shook his head, “How can you say that?”
“Think about it. You never even knew I existed. He barely acknowledged me until now.”
Richie scratched the top of his head, a look of puzzlement coming over him. "Well, that’s true," he admitted. “Why?”
“I really don’t know. I don’t know my mother so; I have had no one to ask.”
“You don’t know your mom?”
“Nope. She took me to that school and dropped me off. I only knew that Doc was my father. He hardly ever came to see me. He would make plans and then cancel cause he had more important things to do. ”
"I'm sure he didn’t mean to do it so much, but it's tough when you live a life like this. Things aren't always the way we want them to be," Richie said trying to ease the pain and abandonment he knew she must have felt over the years.
“Maybe so, however I assume you have a family, so you really don’t know what it’s like to not have a mother or a father,” She told him.
Richie felt like someone had kicked him in the stomach. He realized that he shouldn’t have said what he did.
“Ashley, I’m sorry. You are right; I don’t know what that’s like.” He said softly.
“Then don’t tell me there is justification in how he has treated me,” She snapped.
"I wasn't trying to justify it. I just tried to explain this life is different then when you have a working class family with 9 to 5 jobs. I didn't say that makes it right, Darlin'," He said sincerely to her.
She frowned, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you. It's just that all my life no one has really cared. I have been alone all of my life."
Her words touched him. He got off his chair and knelt in the sand bedside her. She looked up at him, seeing the gentleness in eyes, she smiled. His hand softly caressed her back. "You’re not alone anymore," he told her tenderly.
She turned rising up to him, her arms encircling his neck, resting partially on his shoulders. For a moment they stared silently into each other eyes before Richie kissed her tenderly on the lips. His hands caressed her bare back as he pulled her closer to him, skin on skin, and the oil making them stick to each other.
They continued to kiss, deeply. The sensation of the oil turned them both on and things were getting hotter as seconds went by. Finally Richie had to pull away.
“I think we should stop,” He whispered to her, still holing her in his arms, his lips touching her neck.
She giggled, “Can you hand me my top please?”
He reached past her, picking up the bikini top. He had it in his hands, still holding her close he helped her put it on and then tied it for her.
She pulled away and blushed slightly, “I’m going to go cool off.” She said as she got up off the chair.
“That sounds like a good idea,” Richie agreed as he got up to join her.
Walking down the beach beside him, Ashley’s heart was beating rapidly. Seeing what she saw in his eyes, made her tingle all over.
Richie barely felt the surf hit his feet. He was lost in thought. His original plan had been to bring Ashley here with him for his enjoyment but now it seemed to have gone further then he intended. When she spoke of being alone he felt something stir inside him he refused to put a name to. The same feeling he felt after she told him she loved him. He drew her into his arms and kissed her softly.
Pulling away, their eyes met and he smiled as her hair blew into her face. He reached down and pulled it away. Ashley smiled timidly and looked down at the water as she walked away from him.
“Ashley,” He said as he reached for her turning her around to face him. “Are you scared?”
"Yes, I'm scared. I've never known love before."
"And you know it now?" He pressed.
"Yes, at least I think it is. How can I be sure?"
"You feel it here.” He said as he touched her chest where her heart was with his hand. “And here,” he said as he lowered his lips down onto her. His kisses over powered her and she became faint and lost her breath, she pulled away taking in a deep breath.
"I'm not going to hurt you." He whispered against her hair as he hugged her.
She closed her eyes, squeezing them shut tight as she hugged him back. After a few moments, she pulled and smiled faintly. “If I trust you, that’s it, there’s no going back.”
Richie smiled, “And I wouldn’t expect it to be any other way,” He said before he kissed her softly on the lips.
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“So what do you want to eat then,” Richie asked Ashley as they drove down the driveway. He stopped, leaning out of the car to push the button to open the gate.
“Why don’t you decide? You’ve been here before and you know what’s good,” She suggested.
He tilted his head over to her has he continued through the gate, “So you’ll eat anything that I pick?”
She laughed, resting her head in her and as her arm was propped on the window seal. “Why does that scare me?”
Richie laughed, “You can trust me, and it won’t be anything weird.”
She shrugged her shoulders and smiled, “What ever you want is fine.”
The wind blew into the car and she moved her hands to smooth the hem of her dress that had blown up past her thighs. Richie had asked her earlier if she would like to go out for their last night and she happily agreed. She had chosen to a light purple rayon halter dress, with a bare back and black sandals.
Richie reached over and took her hand in his, “I like that dress, it seems to have a mind of its own,” He kidded with her as he winked.
She gave him a bashful grin, “You are so bad.”
“Ahh, but I am so good, Darlin,” He laughed.
She shook her head and looked out the front window as the little white sports car flew down the highway running along side the water. The wind was cool and ran goose bumps along her arms and legs. Finally as he got near the main part of town he slowed down, but it didn’t help her chills any.
“Japanese?” He asked as the car came to a stop at the traffic light.
She smiled, “I’ve never had Japanese.”
“Well, Japanese it is then,” He said, squeezing her hand as he pushed the gas petal down on the car.
Fifteen minutes later, they pulled up in front of a beautiful Japanese Steakhouse. A man came to Ashley’s door and opened it for her and then helped her out. Richie met her, taking her hand in his as they walked inside. The place was busy and there was an hour wait time. Richie nonchalantly passed the Maitre’d money and he immediately made sure that they were seated right away. A Geisha Girl led them and another group of people at a searing Teppan Grill that seated a total eight.
Looking over the menu, Ashley couldn’t decide what she wanted. She folded her menu in half and laid it down, taking a sip of her water.
“Since you did so well last night, you order for me,” She said sitting the clear glass of ice water down.
Richie smiled, “I know what you would like. At least I hope I do.”
A short while later the waiter came to take their drink orders, Richie ordered Sake. Ashley noticed the look he gave the waiter and wondered if it was because she looked underage. Nothing was mentioned so she didn’t say anything. The waiter didn’t blink an eye as he served them.
“Here, try some of this,” Richie said as he poured the liquid out of the pot the waiter sat down in front of him. “I know you won’t like this, but just take a small sip.”
Ashley took the small cup from the saucer that Richie had pushed in front of her and brought it up to smell it. Richie touched her arm, stopping her, “Don’t smell it, just sip it.”
She flashed her eyes at him over the small cup and smiled halfway, taking a small sip. Without batting an eye she sat it down and leaned over to him as he put his arm around her shoulders.
“Tastes like gasoline,” She said softly.
He threw his head back and chuckled, “You drink gasoline?”
She took a sip of water and laughed at him. He rubbed her back adoringly, smiling from ear to ear, “Would you prefer something else?”
She nodded her head and noticed the girl that was seated across from them on the other side of the grill. She was staring at Richie with an overwhelmed look on her face. She looked to be in her twenties and was very pretty, an American with long blonde hair and light green eyes. She was sitting with a man probably around the same age.
Ashley lifted the glass of water to her lips and took a sip. She felt Richie’s hand on her bare leg and smiled, angling her neck to look at him. Her lips cured up into a striking smile as she looked at him. He smiled back as he gave her a slow wink. His hand went higher on her leg and she moved it towards him and laughed.
The waitress came around to take the order staring on the other side of the grill. Ashley turned towards Richie and picked up her glass. “Did you see the girl over there?” She asked nodding her head in the blonde’s direction.
Richie nodded his head, “I think she recognizes me. Either that or she thinks you are sexy,” He laughed. Ashley slapped his leg and he laughed more.
“Okay, I was just wondering if it was me or if she was staring,” Ashley laughed and took another drink.
“You get used to it. That’s nothing compared to what has happened before,” He said, folding one arm on the bar and bending his head down as he leaned forward. His hand still on her leg, he rubbed her soft skin gently, his fingers trailing around her knee and then up her thigh midway.
Finally the waiter was standing in front of them and Richie ordered for them both, stating he wanted to start off with a Roll Combo first and for dinner, Lobster Tail, Shrimp and Filet Mignon for two. The waiter wrote down the order along with the drink he ordered for Ashley and went off towards the kitchen.
A few minutes later the chef appeared, dressed in a white Chef’s hat and jacket, with black pants. A Geisha girl with a small basket walked around the table handing everyone a hot steamed towel. Ashley watched Richie wipe his hand off and place it back into the basket, so she did the same. After she left the grill, all attention was turned to the Chef who spoke no English, but seemed to be making jokes as everyone was laughing at his sense of humor. He poured a liquid onto the grill and then lit it with a lighter, making flames shoot up. Ashley felt the heat on her face as everyone wowed at the excitement. Then he began with an amazing knife and spatula skills show.
Richie turned to Ashley and giggled, a child like smile on his face. She smiled, resting her hand on the inside of his thigh and rested her head on his shoulder briefly.
“Are you having a good time?” He asked in her ear.
She raised her head up just enough to look at him and smiled, “Very much so. Thank you.”
Richie’s wide grin turned to a warm smile, “Thank you for coming with me.”
Ashley felt her heart flutter. She smiled, squeezing his leg. She then turned back to watch the Chef now starting to prepare the food on the grill. She felt like she was beaming and couldn’t control the blissful feeling she had inside her.
The Geisha girl returned setting down a plate of something Ashley didn’t recognize along with the wine Richie had ordered her.
“This is the roll combo,” Richie explained and then pointed at each one as he called it by name, “Spicy, Tuna, Dragon and California. This is sushi, some like it, some hate it. I happen to love it.”
“Sushi is raw fish, right?” Ashley said as she looked at him cautiously.
He smiled, “You are correct. Here,” He said as he picked up the one he called California, “Try this one.”
She took a bite from the roll he held to her lips. An approving look came across her face as she chewed it up, “Not bad.” She swallowed it and then took a drink from her glass.
Richie ate the rest of the roll and smiled as Ashley looked over the rest of the sushi on the plate.
Richie pointed to the Spicy Roll, “That one’s good,” He said as he cut it into with his fork. He picked one up and fed it to her, “It’s hot.” He said.
She nodded her head and took a drink from her glass, washing away the spicy taste that had made her mouth burn, “Too hot for my liking, but it is good.”
Richie leaned over, his lips at her ear he spoke softly, “It’s only going to get hotter, Darlin.”
She smiled, laughing softly as she dropped her head down away from him. She moved her leg away from his hand and crossed it over the other one while she picked up her glass and took another drink. Her cheeks were already warm and she had started to feel lightheaded from the wine. After finishing her sip, she sat the glass down further away from her and picked up the water, knowing she needed to slow down.
“Ready to eat something?” Richie asked seeing she had closed her eyes.
She nodded her head as her lips parted with a giggle. She shook her head and opened her eyes as the Chef was raking fried rice into her plate, hot off the grill. Ashley ignored the chop sticks and picked up her fork to try the rice. It was quite good she thought as she ate some. She saw Richie was using chop sticks and watched him as she ate.
“I’ll show you how on something easier. It took me a while to learn how to eat rice,” He laughed.
“So he cooks everything individually?” She asked as she saw the Chef had now started cooking the Filet Mignon.
Richie nodded his head, “Yeah and before you know it you are full and you can’t eat the rest of the food. Try to eat a little of each thing he serves you”
The Chef moved over in front of them and said something in Japanese that Ashley couldn’t understand at all. Richie spoke back to him and smiled.
“He wants to know how you want your steak done,” Richie said turning to her.
“Medium,” Ashley answered.
Richie turned back to the Chef and told him what he wanted to know.
“You speak Japanese?” Ashley asked after the Chef nodded his head and continued cooking.
Richie swallowed the wine had had taken a sip of, “I get by.”
Ashley grinned, thinking that was pretty cool he knew how to speak that language.
As the Chef placed the Filet Mignon on her plate, the aroma that filtered through the air was fantastic. Richie picked up his chop sticks and showed Ashley how to hold them and then how to pick up a piece of steak. She found it quite complicated, but finally was able to pick up a piece without dropping it before she was able to eat it.
“I will starve to death trying to eat with these things,” She mumbled still trying to master the art of holding the two thin sticks between her fingers.
When the shrimp was served she had gave up and picked up her fork, dipping a shrimp in the cocktail sauce and then putting it in her mouth.
“Mmmm, this is wonderful. Great choice,” She said.
“The Lobster is great too,” Richie said as he was eating.
The Lobster was served last; Ashley ate a few bites and the declared herself done.
“No dessert either,” She said finishing the last of her wine.
Richie leaned over, brushing his hand against her thigh, “What about me, can I have my dessert later?” He asked her softly.
“We’ll see.” She smirked.
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After eating dinner Richie took the long way home as Ashley laid her head over on his shoulder. She had plenty of wine to drink, but she wasn’t drunk, she was just feeling woozy.
After they returned to the house, she wanted to go into the bedroom, but she didn’t want to just come out and tell him that. He closed the door behind him and turned as Ashley ran her hands up his chest, kissing him on the lips. Placing one arm around her waist, his free hand cupped her face kissing her deeply. Her hands moved over his back, as she pressed herself against him, hoping he would understand what she wanted as she moaned softly. He moaned his appreciation of her body against his and she pulled him towards the bedroom, her hands on his waist.
“I’ll be back,” She whispered as she pulled away.
He frowned at her, but she smiled back at him as she disappeared into the bathroom.
Richie rolled his neck around on his shoulders, popping the kinks out as he unbuttoned his shirt. After he laid the shirt on the chair, he took his pants and underwear off, folding them and placing them on the same chair. He turned back the covers and got in the bed to wait for her.
She returned a few minutes later wearing a black lace teddy that hugged against her body, her breasts pushed up round and firm. He smiled sitting up holding out his hand for her. She smiled back at him and took his hand, climbing on the bed; she laid down on top of him, their lips meeting each other.
His hands ran down her lace covered back and on down to her hips, then inched inside the lace around her butt. He moaned, still kissing her deeply, pulling the strap of the lace teddy off her shoulder slightly. He rolled her over, looking down into her eyes before he kissed her again, his hands wandering over the lace and her silky skin. She gasped as he teethed her nipple through the lace that covered it and then whimpered his name, feeling his fingers slide inside the teddy between her legs. He began to stoke her flesh until she became wet, and then slid a finger inside her. She moaned, her body arching up. Richie pulled her straps down and she removed her arms from them then her hands rested in his hair as he licked her neck moving down to her chest, he stopped. His tongue worked its magic on each of her nipples, making them swell from the attention he gave them. He moved lower still, kissing her stomach as he worked the teddy down to her hips, his finger taunting her, making her squirm.
He stopped, pulling the teddy from around her legs and tossing it into the floor. She smiled up at him as he reached for the drawer in the nightstand. He pulled out a condom and put it on before he went any further. Then, lying down between her legs, he entered her, as his tongue entered her mouth. She moaned, her nails digging into him, her hips curving up to meet his. He stilled himself inside her as he focused on kissing her deeply for the time being. His hand moved through her hair and hers through his as she kissed him back.
“I love you,” He said to her, when he pulled his lips away from hers.
She stared up at him, unsure if she heard him correctly. As he smiled tenderly, she fought to hold her emotion in.
“I love you,” She whispered back to him.
He lowered his lips to hers; reassuring her that he did love her. He started slow and deep, taking his time, he made love to her. The emotions swept over her inside and out and the tears ran down her face as she made love to him feeling every sensation run though his body as it passed though hers. Her emotions ran deep inside her intensifying the feelings of the starting of her orgasm. He stopped for a moment, buried deep inside her, his lips left her and trailed down her neck to her shoulder and then he started a slower pace as he moaned her name. His hands fisted in her hair as his breathing became ragged. Moving slower still he sucked on her bottom lip, one hand cupping her backside, pulling her hips up to his. His orgasm lasted longer then he had ever experienced, he collapsed on top of her as all he could do was moan, riding out the intense feelings that wrapped around him.
Their breathing was one, ragged and hard as he laid on top of her. She ran her hand through his hair and kissed the side of his face, the afterglow starting to sit in. They laid there for a long time, listening to each other’s beating heart as their breathing went back to normal.
Richie was the first to move, he looked down at her and smiled, his hand touching her face. “Do you want to take a shower?”
As he got up from her, she took his hand and he helped her up
“I have a better idea,” she said softly.
Richie looked at her with questioning eyes and she lead him outside the bedroom, into the living room and outside to the pool. It then occurred to him that she wanted to get into the pool. He grinned and together they walked down the steps, the coolness of the pool water, sending a wonderful cooling sensation around their bodies.
Ashley plunged fully underwater and swam to the other side and then came up. When she opened her eyes, Richie was right there with her. She laughed and then swam back to the smaller end of the pool. When she stood his arms were around her waist and he drew her back against him. The palms of his hands moved across her stomach as he kissed the nape of her neck, she sighed and brought her arms over her head to the back of his.
“Ashley,” Richie whispered.
She turned to face him and smiled.
“I want you all night long,” he murmured.
She smiled and he lifted her up around his waist, holding her in place he slid her down, his length sliding fully into her. “Nice and slow,” he whispered as he did just that.
For the remainder of that night, they didn’t sleep.
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