Chapter 12

They finished their meal and while Faith was cleaning up a little Richie refilled their wine glasses. He watched her move, and admired her bare back on display in the dress. He moved up behind her while she was at the sink, trailed his fingers up her arm and let them play across her shoulder, stopping to rub lightly at the base of her neck. Faith stopped what she was doing and let herself enjoy his touch. He reached around her with his other hand and shut the water off, caging her in. “Faith” she turned her head to look at him, “hmm?” He ran his thumb lightly over her lower lip. Her tongue snaked out to touch the tip of it. His stomach clenched at the touch of her tongue to his skin. He slid his hand up to cup her cheek and leaned in to kiss her. She tasted of pasta and wine, spicy and sweet. Easing back he reached for her hand, “come with me.”

They grabbed their wine glasses off the table and Richie led them into the other room. Faith stopped in front of the window, “it is so beautiful.” She was looking out at the back yard, the pool was lit with soft light, there were solar lights strategically placed around so that the yard was glowing softly. Faith turned to find Richie right behind her. He took her wine glass and set it on the end table. He took her in his arms and started swaying slowly to the music he had filtering through the house.

Richie could feel her trembling as he held her. His breath was warm at her ear “what’s the matter?” Faith looked at him, “it’s been a long time since…” she trailed off as his fingers played lightly over her back. She could feel her nipples straining the front of her dress from that light touch. She reached up, ran her fingers lightly across his cheek and into his hair. His mouth came down on hers, insistent, seeking. She parted her lips and accepted.

Richie let his hand slide up from her waist, caressing the curve of her breast, his thumbs rubbing across the hardened tips through her dress. Faith moaned low and Richie dragged his lips across her cheek and down her neck, nuzzling in the hollow between neck and shoulder. "Richie" his name was the only word she could get out. He found the clasp at her neck, before releasing it he found her eyes with his, wanting her to be sure, "Faith?" She nodded her assent. He unhooked the clasp and found the zipper at her lower back. The dress pooled at her feet.

Richie helped her step out of the dress and just had to look at her. She was clad now only in a scrap of black lace and her shoes. "You are so beautiful" he told her as he pulled her close. She could feel his arousal pressing against her, straining against his pants. Faith slid her hands down between them and worked the buttons of his shirt. She slid it from his shoulders, leaving a trail of kisses across his chest as she did. "Richie" she took his hand as she whispered his name. He watched as she kissed each finger, "touch me" she told him as she placed his hand on her breast. Faith couldn't think as he caressed her breast and teased the nipple. When he dipped his head and took the hardened tip into his mouth she was lost. He continued his assault on her other breast before moving back to her mouth. The kiss was hot and greedy. His hands slid down to the black lace and slipped them down. Richie tore his mouth from hers and trailed his tongue down her neck, the valley of her breasts as he lowered her panties and helped her step out of them.

Faith ran her fingers into Richie's hair as he placed feather-light kisses across her stomach. She didn't think she was going to be able to stand on her own much longer. He kissed his way back up to her mouth, moving her toward the couch. Richie toed off his shoes and reached for his belt. Faith stopped him. "Let me." She worked the belt and button on his pants. Richie let out a low grown as she ran her hand up and down the zipper before releasing it. Faith pushed his pants and underwear down and he shook them off. As Faith made her way back up she ran her tongue down the hard length of him. "Faith, don't" he ground out and pulled her up to him.

Richie eased her down onto the couch and knelt between her legs. He turned first to the right leg, removed her shoe and kissed his way up to her inner thigh. He lowered it and did the same with the left, not stopping at her thigh this time. He dragged his tongue up and down the crease of her thigh before dipping his head to taste her. "Richie" she sobbed out as the orgasm rushed through her at the first touch of his tongue. He rode through it with her and brought her to the edge again. He moved up over her on the couch, "Faith, look at me." When she opened her eyes her gaze was fixed neither here nor there, just as he had hoped. He slid into her slowly, amazed at his own restraint as her warm wetness enveloped him. He moved slowly at first but when he felt her tighten around him, as her orgasm overtook her, he thrust harder and faster, finding his own release with her.