Chapter 98

The bedroom had a broad expanse of wood flooring, a huge bed against one wall and most of the facing wall was made up of full length windows, looking out toward the ocean. Linda took in that much in the fleeting glance she got before Richie’s mouth was on hers again, and her eyes closed involuntarily as she savoured his taste. They kept stumbling together toward the bed, until the back of Richie’s legs hit the mattress, and he swiftly caught the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head, a smile creasing his face as he looked at her.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful.” He whispered as he let Linda unfasten the couple of buttons on his shirt that were actually closed, then push the shirt back off his shoulders.

“So are you.” She replied, kissing the centre of his chest.

Richie groaned as his hands came up to cup her ample breasts, and he reached quickly around to unhook her bra, to free her flesh to his touch. He bent his knees, sitting on the edge of the mattress and pulling Linda toward him, standing her between his thighs, bringing her breasts to a perfect height, as she found out when his soft lips met her nipple. That long tongue teased against her for long moments, until she could feel her legs trembling with her desire, then Richie pulled his head back slightly, looking up at her.

“Are you sure about this, Linda?”

“You picked a hell of a time to ask.” She muttered back with a smile. “Of course I’m sure.”

Grinning, Richie tugged at her skirt until it fell around her feet, leaving her standing in just a pair of panties, which quickly followed the skirt down to the boards. He stood up again in front of her, and Linda unfastened his pants, looking up at his face as she pushed them down, then glancing down the front of his body. Well, she only meant to glance, but what she saw was certainly impressive, and her breath caught in her throat as she touched him gently, looking up again with a grin.

“So the rumours are true, huh?”

He laughed, Linda biting her lip as his long, hard cock moved in her hand when he chuckled, then Richie caught her shoulders, turning them both around so she was pinned against the bed. His laughter died away as he looked into her eyes, and he kissed her again, a harder, demanding kiss before he pushed her backward onto the bed. Linda shuffled her way further up the bed, then Richie was kneeling above her, one knee between hers as he looked down, hands sliding onto her breasts, then he lowered himself to kiss her, feeling Linda shift beneath him, welcoming him. Before things went any further, though, Richie stretched out a hand to the bedside table, grabbing a condom from the drawer, and Linda raised one hand to stroke the patches of hair on his chest as he tore open the wrapper and slipped on the thin protective layer.

Dropping lower again, Richie gently eased himself into Linda, taking it very slowly, watching her eyes widen as he slid deeper and deeper. She gave a deep sigh, not quite a moan, as she felt the full size of him inside her, then his hot tongue was in her mouth again, one hand on her breast and those strong fingers teasing her nipple. The triple sensations - his cock inside her, his tongue in her mouth, and his hand on her breast - were overwhelming, and Linda had to force herself to kiss him back, as her mind was threatening to just shut down completely.

She felt disbelief, and huge disappointment, when Richie pulled free of her again, but the disappointment was short-lived, as he grinned down at her before sliding down the bed until his head was buried between her thighs. The feel of his mouth on her thigh was erotic enough, but when she felt his lips gently caress her most intimate flesh, Linda gave a weak groan. Despite all the years of imagining and - frankly - praying for this, the reality was so much better than she’d ever anticipated, and she groaned again as that tongue invaded her body and she felt his fingers on her clit, playing her as skilfully as he’d ever played any guitar.

“Richie….” she managed to whimper, just before she came, feeling his tongue slipping deeper inside as her back arched, raising her hips off the bed.

Richie could feel a smile twisting his lips as he drank from her, tasting the sweetness of her as she came under the twin goads of his hand and mouth. He heard her say his name again, her voice stronger now, and her fingers grabbed at his hair, pulling his head up. Still, he wasn’t letting her off that easy, and as his head came up, he kept his tongue pressed hard against her, dragging out of her and up over her clit, feeling her tighten again as he passed.

He let her pull him upward, seeing the smile trembling on her lips, her mouth opening in a gasp as his cock slid inside her. His lips met hers for a second, a fast, hard kiss, then he slid back and pushed in again, harder this time, knowing she’d cum for him again. He plunged above her, Linda’s fingers digging into his hard biceps as she stared up at him, and Richie felt her cumming, seeing her eyes glaze as she cried out, and his movements kept her cumming interminably, until finally he felt his own release, hearing his own voice give a hoarse cry of satisfaction.

Later, when their minds and bodies had recovered from the onslaught of sensations, they lay quietly together, talking about meaningless things just to hear each other’s voices. Eventually, Richie kissed her again, cutting short their conversation then changing the subject completely.

“Let’s go for dinner.” He said, and Linda began to nod, then a horrified look crossed her face.

“Uh - where’s my bag? Did I leave it in the limo?”

Richie frowned in thought, then grinned. “I think we may have left it outside the front door. It’ll be fine. I probably should show you around the house, huh?”

“If you like.” She said softly, brushing his disarrayed hair back from his face, then her hand stopped as something occurred to her. “What happened to the dangly things in your hair?”

“Huh? Oh, those. I got them cut out again.”

“Damn. I really liked those.”

“You did?” He sounded surprised. “I can always get them put back for you, if you want.”

“Up to you. I don’t want you thinking I’m, I don’t know, objectifying you in some way. Your hair, your choice.”

“I liked them, too. I’ll get them back soon. Promise.” He kissed her swiftly, then rolled out of bed, going through a door and returning wrapped in a robe. “Gimme a second.”

He vanished again, out of the bedroom, and when he came back this time he was carrying a second robe, which he held out for Linda.

“I got one of the spare rooms made up for you.” He explained as she tied the belt. “Guess that was a waste of time. Okay - guided tour. You ready?”

“Yep. Oh, wait a minute,” she grinned, “is this a free tour, or do I have to pay the tour guide?”

“You can tip me later.” He laughed, then spun around, arms outstretched. “This is the bedroom, but you’d probably figured that out, right? Bathroom through there. Balcony over here.”

He led the way to the doors, sliding them apart to let the sea air flood the room, and they both went out onto the balcony for a few minutes, taking in the view. Back inside, Richie continued the tour, and Linda couldn’t help but remark on the photos of Ava which decorated every room. Richie just grinned when she commented on how pretty the little girl was.

“Yeah. Lucky kid doesn’t take after me. She’s my little princess, though. Don’t know what I’d do without her.”

“There’d be nothing wrong with her taking after you.” Linda murmured, and Richie was smiling as they finished the tour in the kitchen.

“Coffee?” He asked politely. “Or something stronger?”

“Coffee’s fine. Actually, maybe I’ll just go rescue my bag from outside.”

“I can get it for you.” He offered, but Linda shook her head.

“Don’t be silly, Richie. I think I can find my way to the front door again. If I get lost I’ll scream for you.”

As she walked away, her legs trembled when she heard Richie’s voice behind her, unsure whether she was meant to hear his muttered response.

“Scream for me? Well, now, there’s an idea.”

By the time Linda returned to the kitchen, bag in hand, she’d stopped blushing, and Richie was just pouring coffee.

“What do you take in your coffee?”

“Just sugar.”

“Leave your stuff there for now. Let’s take our coffee outside.”

They went out onto the deck, sitting on cushioned chairs to watch the final glory of the sunset, chatting a little, but mainly just enjoying the coffee and each other’s company. Although neither of them verbalised it, they were both amazed at how comfortable they felt together, and it was almost fully dark when Richie had an idea.

“Listen - we’re playing a show out your way on the first of next month. Would you like to come?”

“I’d love to, but I couldn’t get a ticket.” Linda admitted, and Richie laughed at her.

“Sweetheart, I meant as my guest. You don’t need a ticket. You could meet the rest of the band, meet Jon’s new girl, Sara, then we could spend a few days together.”

“Richie, it sounds great, but I have to work. I mean, the concert I’d really love to come to, and meet your friends, but I have to work the rest of that week.”

“Well, let’s do the concert, and I’ll stay in the city for a few days, and we’ll catch up when we can. How’s that? When you’re working, I can maybe do some work, too.”

Linda smiled, loving that he wanted to see her again, but grateful that he understood she had her own life to lead, with all the baggage of work and mortgage that her life entailed. For now anyway.

“In that case, yes. I’d love that. Thank you.”

With that decided, they settled back into a comfortable silence, gazing out at the ocean.