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Richie felt Frédérique’s finger removing the damp tresses on his forehead and opened his eyes. They stared at each other nose to nose for a few moments. She began to trace her finger down the slope of his nose, then over his curvy lips and finally stopped on his chin, right where it parted.

He put his hand on the side of her neck below her ear and brushed a thumb over her cheek before placing a soft but long kiss on her lips. Richie could feel Frédérique’s body responding when she felt his erection growing again inside her, so he rolled both of them until they were face to face on their sides. He let his hand glide down over her breast, then her ribs, her waist, her hips and finally over her thighs, stopping to hook her leg under the knee and pull it over his waist.

Almost immediately she pushed and he was on his back, with her straddling him, both her hands open over his pecs. She started moving impossibly slowly and he relished in the sight in front of him: the only lights illuminating the scene were that of the city's that entered through the picture window, throwing light only upon Frédérique’s left side. She looked like a goddess in a chiaroscuro painting.

Richie took the end of the strap that held what was left of Frédérique’s braid and pulled from it, undoing the already lose knot and letting her hair fall bouncily over her left breast, only to push it over her shoulder so it fell on her back. She shook her head and crooked a smile. Richie moved his hand to cover her shoulder and at the same time grabbed her hips tightly with the other hand.

Then he started moving her and she let her head fall back. Their pace picked up quickly and in a matter of seconds she was already ready to explode so she stopped to kiss him. As she leant over Richie fell her hair tickling his arms. He took as much of it as he could with both his hands and pulled her head even closer to kiss her as deeply as he could. They started moving as they kissed and he felt how now his length stroked her slick walls. His thrusts became more and more deep and strong, her soft whimpers harmonizing with his throaty growls.

After their release, the only sounds to be heard in the bedroom was that of heavy breathing over two racing hearts.

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Richie was lazily stroking Frédérique’s back with his calloused fingers when he felt her skin get goosebumps, he touched her skin and noticed that the thin film of sweat on her was becoming cold.

“Com’ere”, he said, and motioned her under the covers.

He remained with his back against the headboard of the bed and she cuddled over his chest, resting her cheek on his left pec after placing a kiss over his rosy but still slightly hard nipple. “This is much better”, she hummed, a smile of satisfaction on her lips.

Richie held her tight until he felt her body warm up again. He was just about to fall asleep when she released herself from his arms and got out of the bed.

“Is it OK if I use your…?”

“Of course”, Richie answered, still a little groggy.

He put his hand behind his neck and saw her put her boyshorts back on and enter the bathroom. After a couple of minutes he heard the soft ruffle of fabric and tiptoeing down the corridor, followed by a click that came from the living room. Frédérique was closing her laptop.

What the…Richie hurriedly got out of bed and put on his jeans before striding towards the living room. He froze: she had put her shirt on and was leaning over the table to put the laptop back in its case. Her hair hanged in front of her and her round butt cheeks peeked from under the edge of her boyshorts.

He didn’t notice that she had carefully folded her trousers and vest and placed them on one of the armchairs, that her shoes were carefully placed one next to the other on the carpet and that her glass of water was now completely empty.

“Fred…what are ya…?”

“Hey you”, Frédérique said when she heard Richie's voice, then turned around to see Richie’s expression: his hair was all mussed and he was frowning.

“I’m away from you for two minutes and you already miss me?” she pouted, walked over to him and put her arms around his waist. She gave him a smooch.

Richie pulled Frédérique close to him and said with relief in his voice:

“I thought you were leaving, baby...”

“Oh no, I was just thirsty and came here for some water...”, she clucked at the realization of his concern. “...and I got carried away fixing the mess we made, I guess”. They were still hugging when Richie’s stomach rumbled loudly. They both chuckled. He looked at his watch: it was almost 9.

“Whadda ya say I fix us some dinner?”

“Mmm, that sounds good. What’s on the menu?”, before he could answer Frédérique pulled his head down for a kiss with both her hands, lifting herself on her toes to meet him.

When Frédérique was finished ravishing Richie's mouth, he was able to answer:

“Well, me it ain’t for sure, lady…at least for a little while”. He patted her butt and turned on his heels to head for the kitchen after stamping another kiss on her mouth. She stood there and indulged in watching him walk all the way to the kitchen.

Frédérique hadn’t seen Richie's shirtless back yet. She bit her lower lip: she liked every bit of what she saw.