XLIX

Richie placed himself between Frédérique’s legs and she automatically flexed them slightly, tilting her feet down by the ankles so the soles rested flat on the mattress. He placed his forearms on each side of her so he could clasp her head with both hands, supporting his weight on his elbows to avoid crushing her. As Frédérique scrapped Richie’s sides up and down with her fingertips, goose-bumps formed on his skin. She was warm and Richie was intoxicated by the sweet scent oozing from her body. He reached for that place where it concentrated the most: just behind and below her ear. And she tasted. So good. Richie hummed with delight as his lips, tongue and teeth were hard at work sending waves of desire to his brain.

Then his mouth moved to hers and did the same with her sweet luscious lips, he tilted his head to one side to gain deeper access and press harder against her mouth. At one point he broke the kiss with a loud sucking noise when he realized he wasn’t allowing her to breathe. He looked into her now green eyes, her cheeks were bright pink and her swollen, moist lips were dark red. No, he couldn't love her more - he felt so in love with her it was surreal.

“Bonjour, my love”, he said with a little smile and placed a soft, sweet kiss on her lips.

She chuckled softly at his greeting and replied the same way. “Bonjour, mon chéri, that was inc-“

“I ain’t done with ya yet”, he interrupted her with a lustful smirk.

“Hmmm, there’s an encore?” she whimpered as he went back to devour her neck.

He breathed out sharply in amusement at her choice of words and whispered against her skin. “Any requests?”.

She moaned with expectation. “Am I too greedy if I want to feel you inside me, too?”, she asked seductively.

Richie was going to answer but instead he groaned when her hand slid into the space between their bodies and took his erection in her hand, placing and pressing the head against her warm, wet entrance. Then he slowly entered her, concentrating on the way her walls tightened around his shaft. When he couldn’t go any further in, he felt her hand push his abdomen and he conceded withdrawing for her, leaving only the head inside. She porceeded to encircle his cock again with her whole hand, while the other traveled to his ass as Richie let his face hover over hers, looking into her eyes through his damp fringe, lips parted and teeth clenched tightly - it was a good thing she was going to be the one taking control, for he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer if it was up to him: by the state of his arousal he was certain that it would only take two hard thrusts, if not only one, for him to come.

Frédérique pushed him to her, releasing the grip around his cock just enough to let it slide against her hand as he entered her again, but about a third of the way in, she again  pushed him back without letting the head out. Richie let out something that was a mixture of chuckle and moan. “You’re evil”, he spoke against her lips and she giggled, then told him seductively,  “You’re too delicious not to take full advantage of you”, at the same time as she took him in again, and Richie hissed through clenched teeth now that she allowed him to enter half way before pushing slowly back again. Richie felt like begging for mercy but she suddenly pressed harder and made him enter her completely. Her eyes rolled back with pleasure and her lips parted to gasp for air. This time she didn’t push him back and remained quiet, enjoying the feel of him inside her, pulling her head up just enough to meet Richie’s lips for a lingering, hungry kiss.

She held her grip of his butt, ordering for him no to move, and he felt how her inner walls pressed his shaft tighter as they kissed - she was showing him what his kisses provoked in her. The rest of his length that remained outside was taken care of by her thumb and index finger, stroking and encircling, making the skin of his shaft move separately from the hard tissue underneath. Bids of sweat ran down Richie's face as all his muscles tightened in order to contain his orgasm. But then Frédérique came, moaning throatily inside his mouth, and he couldn’t resist anymore, so he pulled completely out and plunged into her again before he gave himself in to utter orgasmic bliss, spilling warmly deep inside of her.

Both bodies still riding the aftershocks of their orgasms, they lay on their sides and cuddled until they regained control of their senses and their minds cleared again. Richie finally sighed and withdrew his still partially partial erection from insider her.

“We should do something to get out of this bed soon or I might never leave it”, he whispered huskily and lazily without opening his eyes.

Frédérique chuckled softly: “I think it likes you”

Richie let out a sound chuckle when he remembered what he’d unconsciously done while he was kneeling by the side of the bed and Frédérique’s orgasm had come. “Maybe ‘cause it got some luvin’, too”. He told her how he had unconsciously bumped against the side of the mattress and she laughed hoarsely against his chest, unable to contain soft spasms of laughter.

"You know, after this I may have an orgasm every time I see your lips around that talkbox again”, she added between giggles.

Richie crooked a mischievous smirk “Alright", he sighed with mock disappointment, "now I guess I’ll have to think of something to hide my hard-on when I do it, then”.

They kissed and snuggled for a few additional moments, then Frédérique sighed when she began to become aroused again. “We should do something to get out of this bed. Soon”, she chuckled and sat on the bed, allowing a couple of moments to adjust her head to the new position before jumping off and heading for the bathroom.

Richie now lay on his back, still across the bed, and folded his arms behind his head. He knew he was good at fucking, and making love, too, but with her it was just sublime and blissful. He had done a lot – A LOT – of kinky crazy stuff in the past, but he didn’t need them now: when he was with her, just having her body to touch and make love to was good enough for him. He couldn’t ask for anything more. Well, maybe he was thinking about a couple of kinky ideas as his dick throbbed again, but he jumped when he heard a knock on the door.

He sat on the bed and debated with himself whether he should get it or no. He waited: it wasn’t followed by another one, but he decided to check anyway, so he got up and took the sweatpants he had peeled off before getting into bed again and put them back on. He raked his hands through his still slightly damp hair but his shags became upset at the attempt of taming and stuck out rebelliously in all directions. As he walked toward the door he heard Frédérique walk out of the bathroom so he turned his head toward her, watching as she took her kimono from the floor and put it on, tying the belt tightly around her waist. “That’s mom with breakfast” she explained excitedly and walked past him. She opened the door, bent down to take the tray from the floor and stood up again while she spoke in French with someone on the corridor. By the voice and the fact that he understood when Frédérique said “Merci, mamá”, he confirmed what Frédérique had told him. She kicked the door closed with her heel, holding the tray with both her hands. “She’s done this since forever”, she told him with a smile as she walked past him. “But I don’t think she’s ready to be pointed at with that”, she giggled as she signaled with her head and eyes the bulge in Richie’s pants.

Richie chortled and observed her as she walked toward the bed, shaking her butt to some song in her head as she walked: she looked so radiant, so happy, like she had been before he'd let his lips loose on national television. He shook this thought off, everything was in the right place now, and reminded himself not to look back. Richie smirked with satisfaction when she started humming the song as she walked towards the tall window to look outside, still shaking her butt and slightly raising her arms up in the air. “Down, down, down... I wanna take you… down, down, down”.

He walked over and stood behind her, his hands snaking around her waist, pushing her hair aside with his nose and kissing her neck, then chuckling against it when she started singing it louder. “Let me take you down to the river of love...". Swaying her hips, she raised her arms and flexed them to brush the back of his head with her hands, then started snaking down while she sang to the music between laughs. He let his hands hover over the fabric of her kimono as she moved up and down and couldn’t help but  laugh and giggle. When she sang “To make you feel like a woman, makes me feel like a man”. He pulled her tightly to him and she laughed hoarsely, lowering her arms to let her hands rest on his forearms. She stopped her singing when he spoke with a deep voice against her ear. “I believe that’s my part”.

She giggled again and turned her head to kiss him deeply for a few moments, their bodies bathed by the sun coming from the window. Richie sighed – Frédérique just soothed his soul. “You’re so good for me, babe”, he confessed.

“I’m so happy that you’re here, with me.” Frédérique told him in reply.

He looked outside over the vineyard. “Whadda ya say we take a bath and you give me a tour around the vineyard? I haven’t seen any of it yet”, Richie suggested.

“That sounds perfect”, she smiled excitedly before giving him a smooch. “But first I might need juuuuust one cup of coffee”.

"Let me get it for ya", he offered with a warm smile and a kiss, patting her butt and walking toward the tray to pour two cups of coffee, hers with three full spoons of sugar.