Richer Ground (9 page)

“You know what? I feel really good now. Your wonder cure has worked a treat. I'll have to remember that for the future. Three double espressos and a gallon of water, followed by freezing my butt off in the shower.”

“It's a pretty standard recipe for over indulgence... Now come on, get ready...  I want my famous Hilton steak, I'm starving.”

He went and sat in the lounge area to wait as she gathered everything and retreated to the bathroom.

In twenty minutes she was done. Her fringe was styled and sprayed in place... her damp curls pulled into order. Her make up was on and she'd dressed herself super fast in her new undies and stockings. She admired her reflection in the mirror and hoped he liked what she saw. She was pretty sure it would go down very well. She stepped into her dress, zipped herself up, sprayed herself liberally with perfume and left the bathroom. Her shoes awaited her feet and she slipped into their shockingly high satin luxury. She tottered off through the archway and round the end of the sofa, standing in front of him, with her silver clutch bag...

“All done,” she said as he looked up from a magazine he was reading.

His eyes literally glowed at the sight of her.

“Ali, you look lovely... Really beautiful. Give me a twirl.”

She obliged and he sighed loudly.

He stood up and took her arm and they left for dinner. A little later than planned, but it seemed like things had sorted themselves out after all.

At eleven they burst back through their bedroom door, laughing, well fed, and very contented. The king prawn salad starter had been perfect, the medium rare steaks sublime, and the potatoes dauphinoise had sent her to food heaven. And as for the dessert... Well... She never knew mint chocolate mousse could taste so sinfully wonderful.

She turned on the TV and found the Heart Radio channel...

Lots of soft and smoochy, sweet little numbers, just the thing...

They'd not had any wine, having had their fill of fizz beforehand. But now, she eyed the ice bucket and bottle where it sat on the coffee table.

A couple of sips wouldn't hurt, would it?

“Will it have any fizz left?” she wondered out loud, wandering up to it and grabbing the bottle from its melted ice.

“I shouldn't think so, but I don't mind it flat...”

“Let's share a glass. Just a few little sips each, hmmm?” she suggested.

She held out a glass as he half filled it.

She sipped, a little fizziness still remained. She took another and handed it to him. They sipped back and forth until it was all gone. A tiny glow began to spread inside her...

Just perfect...Food, music, a little tipple and now him...the best part of all...

She slipped off her shoes and sat curled up on the sofa patting the space next to her. He took off his jacket and tie and his shoes and sank down in the chair, sliding up to her side, and putting his arm around her shoulders. She held and kissed his fingers.

“Just in case I forget to say it, I had a wonderful time,” she whispered, brushing her lips across his hand.

“It's not over yet...”

“I might be speechless soon. You have that effect on me.”

“Oh I do, do I?”

“Completely and utterly...”

He stood up and offered her his hand. Her heart began to pound and heat started to rise inside her. She took his hand and he pulled her up and into his arms.

“Let's see just how speechless I can get you... ” He brushed her nose with his and kissed her mouth, and then turned and led her off, through the wide arch towards the bed.

They stood next to it, pressed together, hot and needy, kissing like starved souls and then somehow they fell on it and were rolling over and over.

“I want you so much it hurts...” she gasped as his lips trailed across her bare shoulder and back up her neck again. She closed her eyes as her whole body lit up like a flaming torch and quaked beneath his touch.

“You're all mine, at last,” he groaned in a deep voice, his lips and tongue caressing her ear.

He pulled her up to her feet again.

With his mouth on her shoulder, he undid the zip of her dress, so slowly, as if he were savouring every single second of it. Her dress slipped down her body to the floor, a pool of shimmering satin around her feet. He held her away from him, his eyes dark, almost black with desire. He dropped his gaze from her eyes to her breasts. Suddenly his hands were all over her, cupping the cheeks of her behind, running up her back and shoulders. Squeezing, rubbing and massaging every inch of her skin. His head dipped, his lips kissing their way across her cleavage with a long guttural groan that left her weak inside. Then he pushed her back on the bed and she lay before him, her legs splayed, as he stared up and down her wildly. His chest was heaving like mad and his breathing was louder than hers.

This very aroused Richer made her swoon... her head was swimming with so much lust she was drowning in it.

She was dying for him, in every conceivable way. His touch, his mouth, his cock... Everything rubbing all over her and inside her. All that was him, needed to be in contact with all that was her, right now.

She leaned up on her elbows and licked her lips with sky-high anticipation as he sank to the floor next to her feet. He took her stocking covered toes in his mouth and sucked them softly and then licked his way around her foot.

A stream of little sounds emerged from her mouth, like a kitten mewing with hunger... She just couldn't seem to stop herself...

Jesus help me... I'm not going to survive this... not that I care...

She shivered all over and her head tipped back, light and hazy with pleasure and desire.

His tongue moved up around her ankle and she pushed herself up to a seated position so she could look. She wanted to see all this... Whatever he was doing to her...

The lazy wet strokes of his tongue swept back and forth up her leg to her knee and beyond. She was willing him up to the top, between her legs, dying for the feel of his tongue lapping at her wet heat.

But before he got to the top of her stockings he stood up abruptly. He took off his shirt, and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

Breathlessly, she took in the eye feast that was all Richer, as he finally stood before her in his black silky boxers. She was more than in love with the male form, but his inflamed her way beyond that. Her head exploded with the sight of his perfectly proportioned body. His broad shoulders and firm muscles were doing wild things to her insides. His smooth chest was lickable and the dark line of hair down his stomach pointed the way to even more gorgeous things. And his beautiful, long, dark haired legs made her mind scream with the need to rub them with her hands and feel their hard, hairy texture.

Her eyes focused on the foremost object of her desires. His aroused cock was clearly evident against the fine fabric of his boxers. Sticking out, and taunting her with its size. She whimpered with want. She wanted it in her hands, her mouth, and way deep inside her.

“I have to have you...” she moaned, as she knelt up on the bed and tugged the waistband of his boxers down, freeing him up. Her eyes glassed over at the sight of it. She kissed the head of his beautiful prick and took his substantial size in her mouth as a deep surge of desire overtook her. She moaned with satisfaction. She wanted to suck him off till he screamed her name. Her lips and tongue tasted his flavour, licking the slick of wetness from its tip. His hands buried themselves in her hair as she licked and sucked, her mind ablaze with the feel and heat of him. She looked up at his handsome face, watching her with his lips parted, through his darkened, half closed eyes and she  floated off to heaven. She traced a trail with her fingernail, down the soft dark hair of his stomach, past his cock and down to his balls. She took them in her hand and squeezed gently as she sucked. He moaned and sighed with pleasure, from way deep inside him. His stomach muscles contracted over and over and his cock jerked beautifully. She sucked harder, moving her hand on him, up and down, slowly, and rhythmically as she drew him deeper inside her mouth. She could feel the pulsations of the blood inside him, against her tongue, as he hardened to a rock. His legs began to buckle beneath him and he trembled all over.

“Ali... Oh Jesus...” he ground out. She was high on what she was doing to him. She wanted to make him feel good more than anything else in the world.

He suddenly pulled away from her, kicking off his underwear, and pushing her back on the bed harshly. He climbed above her, dark, muscular, and so hard, dwarfing her small slim body with his size...

“So lovely and goddamn fuckable...” he moaned as he sank into kissing her with a wild enthusiasm. Her tongue fought against his so roughly, and her fingers delved into his hair, grabbing handfuls with clenched fingers and making it stick up wildly all over the place. Heat rushed around her like nothing before. She took hold of his cock and pulled it down, between her legs and against her soaking wet panties. She pushed the strip of fabric to one side and rubbed his head through her wet folds, up and down, over her clit and skimming round her desperate hole.

“Get in there Rick,” she ground out in an unnaturally deep voice that seemed to come from way down inside her.

He moved to one side and dragged her drenched panties down and off, and then pushed her legs wide apart. His fingertips explored her, brushing her clit softly, and spreading her wetness all around in a silky smooth sweep. His thumb slid inside her vagina and she gasped out loud with the hard prod of it. He pushed hard to the hilt of his hand. Working it in and out like a steam driven piston. He rubbed her insides with the flat of his thumb, circling and pushing against her wet walls, finding that perfect female spot which made her jerk and squirm and gasp with every movement. Pleasure and pressure built inside her. His fingers slipped under her behind and his thumb worked harder, and rougher, in and out, slipping over her clit and back inside her again and again.

“Please do it... for God's sake...” she moaned. She was beside herself with need and almost begging him to fuck her. She tugged hard at his cock...

His head moved down her body, licking and kissing. He kissed her clit and licked it in tiny soft circles. She spiralled away into bliss at his touch.

He moved into position between her legs and she felt the prod of him against her. Then he surged inside in a forceful invasion, and all the breath left her body in a rush. The harsh fullness of him took over her body and mind.

Thrusting inside her hard, again and again, she wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him in deep. He took her hands and laced his fingers through hers and held them up high, on the pillows. They kissed and fucked each other hard, then harder and harder still. She gave as good as she could, meeting every heaving stroke.

She needed this more than anything. This harsh physical release.

They stared, in between the frantic kisses and the hard thrusts.

The both of them silent, overwhelmed at what was happening.

He suddenly rolled them over. His fingers unfastened her bra swiftly and he took it off and tossed it away. She sat up on him and his eyes took in her nakedness. It seemed like he was soaking her up, like a dry sponge, absorbing every last detail and committing her to memory. One of his hands circled and cupped her breast as the other probed inside her stocking top. He fingered the white ribbon bow and stroked her inner thigh softly.

“They're staying put... Forever,” he said in a deep growl.

She thrust on him, slowly at first, getting into a rhythm, and then she moved harder and faster, angling his cock so it slid up and down her slit, arousing and stimulating. His hands rubbed at her breasts and he pinched and twisted her hardened nipples.

She worked hard and fast as his hands dropped to her waist, helping her ride him faster and faster. 

She was so hot, covered in a film of delicious sexy sweat.

She felt herself starting to come with the friction of his cock rubbing against her clit, bringing her up to the brink.

“Oh baby... I'm coming...” she groaned, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

The pleasure built in her clit and saturated her insides with its tingling sensations.

He flipped her onto her back and thrust inside her so hard and fast, his fingers slid between them in her wetness, circling her clit in a frenzy, the other hand tugging at her nipple as she finally came in a shocking blast of spasm with a little scream of surprise... Never before had she come like that... It was almost painfully intense.  The feel of her muscles clasping and clenching at his hard cock, buried deeply inside her, tipped her over the edge of reason.

“Ahhh... Rick...” Her head thrashed side to side in rapture.

He thrust again and again. So, so hard. Riding the deep contractions inside her, and then with a long, loud groan he flopped on her heavily, gulping against her neck.

She squeezed his buttocks with her palms, rubbing his finely haired, damp skin as she felt him pulsate and his flow of heat inside her. She drifted off in rapture.

She lay there beneath him, spaced out and not sure where she was anymore.

He dragged himself up on his elbows, the sweat cooling between them...

“Talk about heat between the sheets.” He gasped, brushing the damp curls off her flushed face. He kissed her again. A softly sweeping, sex soaked kiss that made her exhausted heart flutter like crazy.

“I know... Was that serious sex...? Because it felt like it to me...” she laughed.

“Just a touch, the rest can come later. Maybe tomorrow...” he grinned.

“But my mind's boiling already...!”

“Keep it boiling... I like it.”

“You've messed me up. I'm all man gooey...” she said as a trickle of cum ran out of her.

He slipped out of her and lay at her side with a long sigh. She placed her hand between her legs and she felt it ooze out against her palm. Then she rolled off the bed and into the bathroom before the bed cover got soaked.

She ran some hot soapy water in the bidet and sat soaking for a delicious minute, cleaning herself up. Then she dried off.

She stood and looked in the mirror at herself... naked apart from the stockings...

What a pretty sight she was... definitely Little Miss Naughty...or was that Little Miss Bad?

She laughed at herself and made her way back to Rick.

He pulled her down towards him and she kissed him for a long time, delighting in the feel of his tongue weaving against hers. Her hand aroused him, stroking his soft cock gently with her fingertips. It jerked to life, stirring and weeping. She crawled down and down his body, to the very end of him... She kissed his toes and feet and licked and sucked his hard muscular legs. She tasted her way up his thighs as he rubbed his fingers around her scalp and pulled at her hair.