Chapter Thirteen

Erin sipped from the glass of champagne she held and looked around the vast sumptuous room. There were so many celebrities mingling around she felt quite out of place. Cameras had flashed in her face as she and Richie had exited the limo and she still felt slightly blinded by all the flashbulbs. She had no idea where Richie had gotten to as he’d been whisked away almost as soon as they had arrived. She’d wandered around for a bit and had at one point been chatted up by a minor celebrity until he’d discovered she wasn’t famous herself and had left her mid sentence, with a bemused look on her face. She was sat in a corner by herself, watching but not participating. She could see Sir Bob Geldof and Sting chatting to each other with Sir Bob getting quite demonstrative and passionate about something. She sniggered thinking it was probably cause he hadn’t gotten his sainthood yet.

“What are you sniggering about?” smooth whisky tones.

“Oh er, nothing important.” she smiled, turning to Richie, “Where did you get to?”

“Oh god I got ‘clobbered’ as you’d put it as soon as we got here by some bigwig. Had to tell ‘em my girlfriend was getting lonely without me just to get away.” he smirked, breathing in her delicious dry scent. He twitched at the very nearness of her, wanting nothing more than to whisk her off into a deserted room and bury himself tightly inside her. A tendril of hair curled down to her shoulder and he reached out to play with it.

Erin shivered as she felt his warm, calloused fingertips brush her shoulder and she closed her eyes and fought to stifle the groan inside as his spicy musk scent enveloped her. He sat as close to her as he possibly could, his mouth lingering where his fingertips had been.

Erin breathed deeply to stop the moan as she felt his tongue dart out to taste her overheated skin. She felt tension building in her abdomen and heat spreading through her body. It radiated over her skin, like molten lava rolling down a hillside. She couldn‘t deny the emotional and physical response this man provoked in her.

All reason was lost. His heady aroma engulfed her once again and she inhaled it desperately, audibly, wanting more. At this, his eyes shifted, but didn’t move from her face. They flickered over her; mouth, nose, forehead, searching her, taking in every detail he saw, before returning once more to penetrate her eyes more deeply than ever.

Not a word was spoken as they both stood, both wanting, no needing be with each other. The Limo was waiting outside for them and they entered it, still both silent, fingers touching and rubbing the sensitive skin of each others hands. They could both feel the tension mounting perceptibly as they neared Richie’s house.

Erin placed her shawl and bag down onto the kitchen unit and breathed deeply. His hands came up behind her, touching the backs of hers with his palms and running them slowly, sensuously up her arms. She shivered involuntarily and he blew a breath onto her hair. Her head fell further back onto his shoulder and her mouth opened as she tried to replace air that seemed to have been stolen from her

His head dipped and she felt his warm, firm lips on her shoulder where it joined her neck. His mouth travelled liquidly up, up her neck, kissing, nuzzling, nipping as it went. She reached her hand up and back, clasping his hair and pulling him down into her, desperate for him to savour as much flesh as he could. He groaned into her neck, the vibrations sending an wonderful wave through her body. Within the moans she could just distinguish his voice, low and urgent against her skin, “Need you ... need you, now ...”

His right hand came round to her belly, she gasped as a searing heat spread through the dress and across her belly from his touch. The tactile fingertips rubbed, caressed ever upwards until they reached her heaving breasts. She arched her back, willing his hands to touch, rub and pinch her. He pulled the dress strap slowly, sensuously off her shoulder and, stepping back slightly, allowed the slinky material to slither down her body, landing in a puddle around her feet.

His hands now found one breast each, while his hot mouth continued its assault on her neck. Her breathing came in gasping pants and her body arched towards his hands, willing them into her flesh. He complied, gently at first, rubbing his palms over her nipples, drawing them out into hardened points of sensitivity. His finger tips then maintained the delirious friction, flicking, circling. All the while, his mouth continued its exploration of her throat, ending at her collarbone. A moan escaped her and she pulled her fingers in tightly on his hair. The strands were pulled tight.

He hissed out a breath and with that his fingers closed hard on her nipples and tugged. It was rough, and Erin emitted a guttural cry, partially in surprise, but also from the agonising delight which shot through her veins straight to her core. He proceeded to pinch, rub and twist her points until unending moans were pulled from her throat. Never had she imagined such pleasure could be derived from such wonderful pain. She turned her head towards his mouth and he silenced her with it, his lips tearing into her, forcing hers apart to allow his tongue to dive into her hot, wet sweetness. Their tongues met and mercilessly assaulted each other. She wanted to disappear into him, his mouth and his hands her universe.

Then his hands dropped from her breasts to her waist and he spun her round to face him. He grasped her head in his hands and attacked her mouth with renewed vigour. She responded in kind. He groaned as she stood before him, her top half fully exposed for the first time, clad in panties, stockings and suspender belt. She was desperate to feel him and tore at his shirt urgently. Several buttons sprang off and she groaned in frustration as she fumbled to undo the others. She was at last able to pull the shirt down off his broad shoulders and she had his bare torso in front of her. They both paused briefly, their breathing heavy and rapid.

She reached out her hands and placed them on his smooth, sculpted chest, a deep sigh of longing and delight sounding from her. It was exactly how she had imagined, only even more beautiful. She languorously ran her hands up his muscles, delighting in the firm resistance she felt under her fingers, just as she had that first day in The Megastore. She mimicked his attention to her breasts, reaching down and licking towards his nipples. She took one in her mouth, her tongue flicking over it, then sucking it as hard as she could into her. He let out a sharp hiss. She merely smiled up at him and moved to the other, repeating the process, only adding her teeth at the end. This was too much for him.

“Fuck, Erin, no more...” he hissed, grabbing her head and pulling her up once more to look at him. It fuelled her desire yet more. Their eyes locked, the fire of unbridled lust burning strongly. He suddenly reached under her and carried her forcefully over to the kitchen table. It was covered in papers and books, but he set her down roughly, scattering them. His hands quickly swept the remaining objects onto the ground, the noise the only sound discernible besides their heavy breathing and Erin’s frequent moans. His mouth found her body again and burned a trail of fire over her belly, down, down towards her sodden centre.

It was now her turn to express her need. Her clit ached for contact and she let out a sob as she raised her hips up towards him, pleadingly. She expressed her feelings explicitly but wordlessly.

He stood back from her and she bucked in protest, thrashing her head, her insides molten with lust and anticipation.

He gazed at her, a look of complete desire on his face. There was no denying his longing for her.

“Tell me what you want from me.” he said, his smooth honey toned words rolling over, inflaming her skin even further

Her insides jolted, his voice sending her desire over the edge. She didn’t think she could form words, but heard herself saying from somewhere deep inside her being, “Please ... my God ... I want you to fuck me ... fuck me so hard ... now ... God ... please ... I’m going to die ... Richie ... please ...”

He smiled a self-satisfied smile, lust sparking his eyes and lowered himself towards her, breathing into her ear.

The nub at her centre was on fire, it was crying out for attention, her panties soaked with her juices already. His mouth once again trailed down her belly, this time mirrored by his fingers which pulled her panties down her legs and off. Her legs fell open and she heard a low moan as her sex was revealed to him. His tongue was so close now, each touch placing a burning mark on her. She ached for it. He trailed further down and at last, at last she felt him at her sweetest place. He licked leisurely up her folds, parting them slightly with his fingers. She thrust towards him violently, a cry escaping her lips. With this, he grabbed her hips brutally, pinning them down forcefully with his strong hands before reapplying his attentions.

His tongue teased ever upwards, in long languid strokes, ever closer to the tender bud she so longed him to reach. He was there, but circling it, so close. She whimpered with pleasure and despair that it was no closer. She felt a long, questing finger slip inside her, and she pushed down to meet it. It was quickly joined by a second, stroking, searching towards her very centre. His tongue continued in dizzying circles round her clit, the occasional lick so tantalisingly close she could bear it no longer. She twisted his hair in her hands forcing his head deeper into her. He groaned against her, the vibrations sending another wave of wonderful pleasure shooting to her depths, but still he managed to hold her teetering on the brink.

She threw her head to the side, muttering feverishly, “Now, Richie ... fuck ... now... please make me come ... NOW!” She relaxed her fingers in his hair, hoping he would comply, but it merely allowed him to move away from her again, drawing his fingers out too, a deliciously conceited smirk on his face.

She feared for a moment he might stop altogether and a sob was wrenched from her throat. But she needn’t have worried. She raised her head enough to look at him. His hand was finally at his belt and button, his talented fingers swiftly undoing the clasps. She could see the straining within his trousers but at last his clothes fell to the floor and he stood naked.

Erin could not suppress a gasp of longing and shock. He was considerably more well-endowed than she could have imagined. He stood erect and tanned in the light. She had always wondered why people were fascinated by such an odd-looking thing as the male phallus, but looking at him now, so magnificently large, smooth and rigid in front of her, she knew it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Immediately, she needed it as deep inside her as possible, wanted it buried in her to the hilt, pounding her. She lay back down, arching her back, willing him to enter her, the deepest moan filling the room.

This was the end for Richie. He had waited so long, denying her, denying himself, and now, gazing down at Erin laid out before him, her heaving breasts rising up, her face a haze of uncontrollable lust, her hips searching him out, his hunger finally broke and he knew she was his at last. With one last sweeping look over her body and face, he positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing slightly towards her clit.

He paused. She turned her head and met his eyes. He thrust, filling her to the hilt in one.

A low, unearthly cry was ripped from his throat, but he held her gaze. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open in silent awe. At last they were connected, mind, soul and body.

They remained like that for a while, not consciously moving, but she could feel each throb of his engorged cock inside her, so perfect was their fit. She was complete.

Then, when neither could bear it any longer, the lust in his eyes seemed to reignite his mind and he moved out of her, only to thrust back in almost immediately. Erin moaned at the force of it, as he jolted her up the desk. He repeated it, sliding almost out, then roughly back in. She reached around his back, clasping him to her as hard as she could, her nails digging deep into his smooth, toned flesh, causing him to moan in delicious agony. Her insides gripped him like a vice, sending such pleasure shooting through both of them, that they neither knew where one ended nor where the other started.

His pace quickened and her insides were melting away, she was so close. Her whole being was centred on his iron cock and the feelings it elicited in her. His face was a picture of wonderful bliss as he thrust harder and faster and deeper than before.

He reached down and at that moment found her swollen clit with his thumb, rubbing it hard as he thrust one final time. Her innermost depths clenched, the feeling radiating out, all her body tightly wound before the precipice, that final wonderful moment before the cataclysmic drop. Then Erin fell, tumbled over the edge as her body melted around him, over and over, her limbs jerking uncontrollably into the most shattering orgasm she had ever had. Her world blinded. As her pleasure reached its highest peak, her mouth opened and his name was ripped from her lips.

RICHIE!

Her scream of his name and the perfect sensation of her walls pulsing around him sent him too over the edge. His head fell back, eyes closed, mouth slack, and he came in several long, gasping spasms, shooting his seed deep into her, his own cry of utter fulfilment colliding with hers in the heavy air.

He collapsed onto her, breathing heavily. She tried to lift her legs to bring them round him, but found they were useless, as if her bones had turned to jelly. She managed to drop an arm across his back, slick with sweat, and held it there, held him there, as if afraid he would vanish. They stayed like that for as long as they could, living in each other’s breathing, in each other’s skin. She could still feel him firm inside her and marvelled at his size and endurance.

Eventually, his arms reached under her back and he pulled her up to a sitting position in front of him, still buried inside her. Their eyes locked again, no words were spoken. He inclined his head gently towards her and kissed her lips, so tenderly, parting them softly and slipping his tongue in to taste around her mouth. It was so delicious after their brutal coupling that her eyes pricked and she felt tears running freely down her cheeks. He moved away from her mouth to lick and kiss her tears away. He finally slipped out of her and a groan of loss escaped her. He took her head in his hands, wiping the last of her tears away and smoothing her hair from her face.