Chapter 104

By the time they got into the bedroom, Richie’s shirt was open all the way, and Linda’s kimono was the same, Richie grinning widely as it revealed she wore nothing else. Linda winced inwardly as she remembered the bed hadn’t been made, and her quick glance took in the mess around the room. Richie didn’t notice, though - all he was interested in was sliding his mouth down her neck and onto her breast, hungrier for her than he could believe. After a moment, he straightened, looking down with bemused eyes.

“Jesus, I missed you.” He whispered, sounding so surprised at his own words, and Linda smiled.

“I missed you, too.” That was all she managed before he kissed her again, pushing her toward the bed.

He broke away for a second to drop his shirt and take off his black pants, then they fell together onto the mattress, startling another cat who darted out from underneath the bed and vanished downstairs.

“Sorry Rosie!” Linda called after the tiny tortoiseshell, and Richie laughed.

“How many cats do you have, woman? Actually, don’t answer that.” He grinned evilly. “Only one pussy I’m interested in right now.”

To prove it, he nudged Linda onto her back, his fingers stroking gently against her for a moment before he surrendered to his own desire and slid slowly into her. Teasing could - and would - come later, but right now he just needed to be inside her, and he groaned lightly as he felt her heat enfolding him. Linda gasped, her head arching back on the pillow, then as Richie thrust down into her again, she knotted one hand into his hair, pulling his mouth to hers. Her other hand slid under his arm, onto his shoulder blade, and she felt Richie bring a hand under her back and up to the nape of her neck, holding her captive as his free hand caressed her breast.

She could feel the bands of muscle across his back flexing and contracting as he drove into her, his tongue in her mouth making her almost as crazy as his cock as it moved deeper inside her. Richie couldn’t even force himself to tease her now, to make her wait, and he just let his impulse rule him, plunging into her harder, faster, until he felt her cumming, bucking underneath him as he kept driving himself inside, Linda’s orgasm around him bringing him to his own climax.

They were both panting wildly as Richie flopped onto the bed next to Linda, a twisted, goofy grin on his face.

“Did I even say ‘hello’?” He asked, and Linda chuckled.

“I don’t think so. Well, not with words anyway. Hello.”

“Hi Linda.” Grinning again, he pulled her into his arms for a hug, and they lay like that as the sweat cooled on their bodies, Linda’s kimono still around her back but now damp and badly crumpled.

As they lay, quiescent in each other’s arms, they were joined by a procession of cats, until the foot of the bed was festooned with five furry bodies, all sitting watching them until even Richie felt uncomfortable under the scrutiny.

“Okay, your cats are starting to freak me out.” He admitted, and Linda laughed.

“They’re just not used to anybody else being here, Richie. They’ll get used to you. Won’t you, babies?”

One cat, a pretty grey, black and white one, opened his mouth and mewled at Linda pathetically, then the tiny tortoiseshell who’d bolted from the room earlier joined in.

“Dammit! I haven’t fed them. That’s what’s wrong.” Linda suddenly said, then grinned at Richie. “I got a little distracted by a florist’s delivery. Hey - I’d forgotten - the first night we had dinner, you told me you were a florist.”

She pulled herself out of Richie’s arms, although she’d have been quite happy to stay there all day. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she pulled the abused kimono around her and belted it, then stood and looked down at Richie.

“Do you want anything? Coffee? Food?”

“Coffee would be good. I hate night flights.”

“Okay - kitchen’s downstairs - turn right at the bottom of the stairs. I’d better feed these guys.”

Linda left the room, and the five cats immediately followed, leaving Richie alone in the bed. He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair, then found his pants on the floor and pulled them on. At the top of the stairs, he leaned out over the railing to call to Linda.

“Hey, Linda! Where’s your bathroom?”

“Door on the right at the top of stairs.” Linda yelled from the kitchen.

A moment later, though, she cringed as she heard Richie’s voice again, exclaiming ‘What the fuck?!”, and she belatedly remembered that her life-size cutout of Richie was in the bathroom.

Her face was still beet-red when he came into the kitchen a few minutes later, but he laughed when he saw her embarrassment.

“There was already a guy in your bathroom.” He said, deadpan. “Tall, good looking guy.”

“Yeah. I forgot about that. Some friends bought it for me a few months ago, but the cats decided it was a scratch post, so I moved it into the bathroom.”

“You mean, for all these months, I’ve been watching you in the bath, and I didn’t know?”

“Shit! I guess so. Sorry, Richie. I guess it must seem really weird, huh?”

“Honestly? I don’t know. I mean, it’s weird seeing the cutout of me, but I don’t know if it’s weird that you have it.” He considered a moment, then grinned at her. “Okay, so it’s a little weird, but, y’know, weird is definitely underrated. C’mere.”

He grabbed her for a kiss, then released her again. “Coffee?”

The flush finally fading from her cheeks, Linda handed him a mug of steaming coffee and began to fill the cats’ food bowls as Richie took a seat at the kitchen table. There was a clatter from outside, then a beautiful golden dog padded into the kitchen, looking at Richie in comical surprise. He held out a hand, and the dog came over to be stroked, and now that he was up close, Richie could see that it was an old dog, with the grey frosting of age around the muzzle and eyes.

“And who’s this old man?” He asked Linda, who turned and smiled.

“That’s Cody. He’s thirteen.”

Linda laid out the food bowls for the cats, and they all settled to eat, except for the bigger tortoiseshell one, who sat watching Richie curiously.

“Sammie - will you stop staring and eat!” Linda instructed, and the cat looked at her then turned obediently to the bowl.

“Well trained.” Richie commented, then pushed his chair back from the table a little more, patting his lap. “Come sit down, honey.”

Linda perched on Richie’s lap, her coffee mug on the table in front of them, and Richie wrapped his arms around her, much to Cody’s annoyance as Richie stopped petting him.

“Five cats, huh? Okay - what are their names?”

“Left to right we’ve got Chino, Rosie, Lucky, Cinders and Sammie. Rosie and Lucky are only eight months old. Sammie’s two and a half and the two brothers are almost three.”

Finishing her coffee, Linda gently stroked Richie’s hair back from his face, still hardly able to believe he was actually there in her kitchen.

“I need to shower.” She said apologetically, and Richie grinned.

“I could do with a shower, too. I’ll join you.”

As they both stood up, Richie laughed. “Guess it’s my turn to rescue a bag - I left mine outside your front door.”

“I’d better put those beautiful flowers in water, too.”

Once the flowers were propped temporarily in the kitchen sink, Linda headed upstairs, hearing Richie in the bedroom as he dumped his bag on the floor. She’d barely turned on the shower when he was behind her in the bathroom, using the belt of her kimono to pull her back against him, and she could feel he was naked against her. Richie tugged the kimono open and stepped back a tiny bit to let it fall to the floor, then they both went into the shower stall, standing close together under the rushing water, both smiling as they remembered what had happened last time they took a shower together.

Reaching for shampoo, Linda looked up at Richie through the water.

“What are you planning to do today, then, if you’re not rehearsing until tomorrow?”

“Only thing I’m planning to do today,” Richie replied, taking the shampoo out of her hand, “is you.”

As he spoke, Richie pressed forward against Linda, pushing her back against the tile wall with a grin.

“That is, unless you have something else you’d rather do?”

“Hmmm…..let me think……..nope, sounds good to me, Richie.”

Already, Linda could feel him hard against her thigh, and a breath hissed out between his teeth as her hand closed around him, stroking against him with a gentle pressure. The wall behind her was slick with water, and Richie’s powerful hands closed around Linda’s waist, sliding her up the wall until her feet were off the floor. She looked down at him now, seeing the bulging muscles in his arms, the sheen of water on his skin highlighting every line. Her fingertips were still on his cock, and she wrapped her legs around him, guiding him as Richie slowly lowered her back down until his full length was buried inside her.

With Linda’s legs locked around his hips, Richie bowed his head to her breast, licking the water from her skin, then he got his hands around behind her, forearms pressed to her back and his hands gripping her shoulders, bracing her as he thrust up into her with the strength of his long legs. She was whimpering as he drove into her again and again, and Richie kissed her once before moving his mouth along to her ear.

“Say my name.” He whispered, slowing his movements, teasing her as he’d done before.

Linda moaned in frustration, already knowing he was so capable of keeping her poised on the very edge of orgasm until she gave in to him, but still she shook her head slightly. “No.” She whispered back to him defiantly.

Richie gave a soft growl, stopping the thrusting of his hips with an effort and bowing his head to her breast again, this time sucking a nipple into his mouth, tormenting her with tongue and teeth until he could feel her tightening around him, so close to cumming. He raised his head again, looking into her eyes now.

“Say my name.” He whispered again, and this time Linda sobbed out his name involuntarily. Grinning at her, Richie began to move gently again. “Louder. Scream for me, Linda.”

And she did as he pushed her over the brink, her voice rising to a scream as she came, feeling the hot rush inside as Richie came, too, and she heard the unbelievably sweet sound of him groaning her name. They remained against the wall for long minutes, then Linda carefully pushed herself higher, Richie helping, until she slid off him and he let her drop to the floor, steadying her. Still leaning against the wall, they looked into each other’s eyes and both laughed softly, just for the sheer pleasure of being together.