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Her eyes flew open and settled on his face, that gorgeous face that was damn near smirking. She squeaked out, “You actually count?”

Richie chuckled as he dipped down for a kiss. “Naaah, never really have a need too, just wanted to show ya reality was better than fiction Darlin.” His lips brushed over the shell of her ear as he whispered; “Besides I never ever stop at one.”

“Oh you don’t huh?” She shuddered as chills raced along her system at the sensual tip tap of his fingers as he played along her skin. “What exactly do ya do then?”

His hand slid along her calf, lifting her leg to his waist as he rolled his hips slightly, the very tip of his head dipping along her wetness. God he didn’t think he could keep up the banter or wait any longer, he was fuckin’ hard as stone just from the taste of her. He went to reach for a packet of latex only to feel her hand stalling him, and when his brow arched upwards quizzically the smile on her lips made his heart fall.

She glanced up into his dark eyes and reached up to brush a finger along his cheek; “No need for that, I wanna feel all of you.” At his puzzled look and soft words of wanting to protect her she shook her head. “Been on the pill for years Richie,” she laughed wickedly at the light that went on in his eyes, the pure joy that shone in his eyes made her heart start to flip flop. “Now, about what you do?”

He didn’t have to wear latex? He could feel the truth of woman around him? Fuck if that wasn’t like music to his ears. Pressing a kiss to her lush lips he murmured, “Oh I start with this,” as he angled forward allowing only an inch or two to enter. The pure heat of her had his eyes crossing as he braced himself, one arm on each side of her head.

Her heart began to race at the first touch of him teasing her core, a tiny mew of frustration leaving her as he kept up the teasing movements. Always just a little never full penetration, he was going to tease her to death, she just knew it. One hand slid up to wrap around his neck as she flicked her tongue against his chest, her grip tightening as she pulled him closer for a kiss, “Richie, please…”

He returned the kiss before pulling back, his arm flexing as he held himself above her. God she was beautiful; a slight sheen of sweat made her skin glow, but it was the look in her eyes that had his motors revving. It was a look he knew he wanted to see over and over again; that look of dazed pleading. Nuzzling her neck, he nibbled along her shoulder his hips flexing forwards , his cock shifting deeper as he felt the clench of her for the first time. Sweet Mary she was hot and tight, better than anything he’d felt in years, and she was his. He’d make fuckin’ sure of it.

Her hands slid along his shoulders only to grasp the forearms, the bunching and flexing of his muscles as he moved over her thrilling some deep-seated part of her. She needed to feel all of him, wanted to feel each shimmer of muscle as he moved above her, wanted to feel him fully but he was still barely moving in and out. She groaned as he again barely entered her. Dammit why wouldn’t he? She wanted to scream at the slow yet frustrating movements.

He watched the frustration build and knew exactly why it was building. He knew he had to be careful though, for all her want she wasn’t used to him yet, he had to take it slow and easy, let her adjust or she’d be screaming and not in the way’s he wanted her to, but when her eyes went dark he gave a final push and seated himself fully within her, stopping only to give her the time she needed to accept him completely.

Her breathing nearly stopped as she felt him in his entirety for the very first time, and he had stopped? He was looming there over her, buried to the hilt and he’d stopped? She felt the quiver in his arms, felt him tense as he held himself still and wondered why. She shivered as his forehead lightly touched hers and his lips brushed against her sweetly. “Don’t want to hurt ya Darlin, trust me ok?”


She took a breath as he settled against her, his girth filling her deep and true. He didn’t want to hurt her? Jesus that didn’t hurt, it felt fuckin’ divine. She wanted to move, wanted to feel the friction of the slide and push as he moved inside of her. She needed it like flowers needed both rain and sun. Tilting her head she ran her tongue along his chest and felt the throb of his heart beneath his skin. Damn if he didn’t taste as good as he looked.

His eyes opened slightly as he felt a slight shift under him. His brow arched as he felt her nails dig into his hips, eager was she? He lowered himself, brushing his chest against her diamond hard nipples and was rewarded with another mewl of pleasure. Lips slid against lips as he shifted slightly, his smile skimming over her neck on the way to her ears, “Impatient are we?” The slight pain of her nails digging in harder shifted into pleasure as inner walls contracted around him forcing him into movement.

His hips rolled and touched places inside of her she’d never thought a man could touch her, and when his pace picked up she responded with rakes of her nails along his spine. She locked her ankles around his waist and met him thrust for thrust, warbling cry to deep gravely grunt. She opened her eyes and saw his dark as chocolate eyes burning with pleasure’s fire and answered that with a soft bite to one of his nipples. She couldn’t get enough of his skin, the taste or smell, and when the first droplet of sweat fell from his brow onto her lip she loved the taste of that too.

He drilled her into the bed, reveling in the feel of sweat soaked skin meeting skin. He watched the emotions flitting across her face. Nothing was hidden, each sigh, each movement held a response that served to make him push a little deeper a little harder, and she took all he had and sent it back. Fuck she was something else. His head lowered as his tongue grazed the hollow of her neck. He wanted every part of him touching her, it was important. He slowed imperceptibly, one arm bracing against the wall as his free hand flitted over her belly, his thumb gliding to tease that tiny nub at the nexus of her core.

In that one moment she lost control, her scream bouncing off the walls of the RV as he played her clit like the strings of his guitar. With each brush of the thumb her soul flew higher; her heart fell harder and her ankles locked tighter around him until there was nothing left to man or woman as they became a single being. Her hands slid up to his sweat soaked hair and held tight as she began to fall, held on earth by force of the man.

Her name fell from his lips like a song as he felt that heavenly vice hard clench, unencumbered by latex. The feel of her inner walls milking his cock sent him over the edge and he felt himself spill within her. Jesus but it felt excellent, most excellent unencumbered by latex. His rhythmic maneuvering slowed as he pumped through his orgasm and hers, his body shuddering as it finally ended. Slumping on top of her momentarily he pressed a quick kiss to her lips before pulling away and over to his side of the bed. Turning towards her he pulled her into his arms, loathe to have her even an inch away. Rolling to his back he gave a sigh of happiness as she moved with him, her head moving to lay on his shoulder. A lazy smile breeched his lips as he felt her slight body still shuddering with the after effects of his loving. He chuckled lightly as he nuzzled against her neck. “Dare I say it Darlin?”

She heard it even though he’d not said it yet, the intent deep within his humor. That was two, the night was barely over for her, and damn if that wasn’t the most promising thing she’d not heard to date. Her legs tangled with his as she pressed a kiss to his chest, a delighted laugh escaping her. As his brows waggled she giggled, “Your incorrigible you know that?”

His arm pulled her closer, tightening the after loving hug as he laughed. “Never denied that one Linds Darlin, and doubt I ever do.”

Soft murmurs and laughter filled the small sleep space as they teased and caressed each other, the shadows of the night only serving to intensify each moment as fleeting touches slipped and shifted between them. From sighs to strangled moans, right down to the final moment as morning began to brighten the moonlit sky he loved her, and deep inside she never lost count.

Fuck yeah, he was better than fiction, but then she’d never doubted that.