XLVI

A little longer than fifteen minutes later, Richie slammed Frédérique against the door of her bedroom, which they had just closed behind them after throwing in his suitcase and guitar case and swiftly taking his boots off. They started kissing steamily, rubbing and grinding against each other, licking and gently biting each other’s lips, gasping for some air only once in a while. Richie’s hand eagerly grabbed her thigh and slid up under her dress, hooking the hem with his thumb and lifting it up. Then he discovered there was something missing, and he growled against her neck, faking a reprimand.

“What is this? No panties with this short dress?”, he hummed at the feel of her bare skin under his hand, “At your brother’s wedding? Bad girl”

Frédérique kept her eyes closed and answered between moans with a thick, deep voice “I took care of that...while you went to the car…I thought it could save us some time”

He growled again, “It’s a good thing that you’re so thoughtful”. He went back to devouirng her mouth and Frédérique slid her hands under the collar of his shirt to pull it off from his shoulders but she couldn’t get it past his flexed elbows. In noticing this, Richie reluctantly withdrew his hands from her body to shake the sleeves off from his arms and help the shirt down his legs, not bothering with undoing the two lower buttons. 

Only then did he break the kiss and took a step back, supporting himself against the door by extending his arm in front of him and placing his hand next to where Frédérique’s head rested against the door. Richie took Frédérique's hand with his free one and locked eyes with her. He took her middle finger and put it all the way into his mouth, stroked it with his velvety, warm tongue, and sucked it while he slowly slid it back out from in between his fleshy lips. Then he lowered her hand to her crotch and she conceded by sliding her finger inside herself, a heavy moan escaping her throat, action to which Richie hissed in response, realising her hand and entering her mouth with one of his fingers, silently indicating for her to follow his instructions.

Richie started shoving his finger in and out of her mouth as she mirrored his movements with her own finger inside her, using her other hand to grab Richie’s extended arm next to her head. Richie’s lips parted and he had to force his eyes open to prevent them from rolling back with pleasure as he watched her full lips encircle his finger. His long moans were a deep purr in his throat, making her winces become sharper. When he felt her climax coming, he withdrew his finger from her mouth and took her hand from her crotch, pulling her finger out and then up into his mouth. He licked the finger until he had taken off every remaining vestige of her juices and hummed in appreciation of her taste. It drove him crazy.

While Frédérique watched him enjoy, she reached for his fly with her other hand, unbuttoned it and lowered the zipper before encircling his long, thick shaft and started massaging it up and down. Richie's moans became hoarse growls and his brow furrowed, evidencing his effort to control himself. Once Richie was done licking and pulling her finger out from his mouth, Frédérique pulled his hand to her mouth and sucked first one, then two and finally three fingers one at a time.

By the time she was done with the last finger Richie’s teeth were tightly clenched as he battled to keep his self control, but then she lowered his hand, indicating for him to repeat the operation she had performed earlier with her own finger. Richie gently pulled her hand from inside his jeans and roughly turned her over so she had both hands splayed on the door and her back to him, then pulled her hips to him so she was slightly bent over and pulled her dress up until it bunched up just below her waist. She was startled at first, but the rush only pushed her even more near the edge and she almost came, letting out a sharp squeal, to which Richie replied with a grunt before entering her core with his index finger, his other hand snaking under her arm and then under her collar to plump her breast.

His voice was a raspy whisper in her ear. “You’re so fucking amazing, Fred”. He felt her quiver at the sensation his voice had produced, proceeding to rest his rock hard cock vertically along the track of her spine that was left uncovered when he lifted the dress. He placed a trail of hot kisses along her neck up to her earlobe and nuzzled while he started thrusting his finger inside her rhythmically, thoroughly caressing her inner walls. “Mmm that feels so good, baby”, she breathed. The calluses on his fingertips enhanced the whole sensation and Frédérique felt the first shudders of an imminent orgasm, but was able to hold it back by pressing her forehead harder against the door and inhaling sharply.

However, when he slid a second finger inside, Frédérique's breathing stopped altogether and she let herself go, then finally released her contained breath through a deep, heavy groan. Richie felt her shudder and tried to prolong her pleasure by inserting a third finger, but feeling her walls waving around his fingers made him lose his control, so he quickly removed his hand from her breast and his fingers from her, roughly pulled his jeans down, grabbed her waist with both hands and entered her with one hard thrust. Frédérique panted sharply and pressed her arms against the door to bend over a little more and push her butt back, meeting his thrust so that she felt a slight pressure on the base of her stomach. Then he thrusted a few more times steadily and firmly before he came. Another orgasm overlapped with  Frédérique's first one when she felt Richie's hot explotion deep inside her so she lifted her face now, shutting her eyes close as she let it overtake her one more time.

In order not to scream while he shuddered with the pleasure waves of his orgasm, Richie pressed his parted lips tighlty over the small portion of Frédérique's shoulder not covered by the fabric of her dress and sucked it. Frédérique let out a sharp and deep wince when his teeth sunk in her flesh. Drops of sweat run from Richie’s forehead and neck, down to her chest and over Richie's forearm accross her chest.

They kept their positions, breathing heavily for a well two or three minutes before their senses were clear enough to perceive the noises coming from the party going in the garden, through the open window of Frédérique’s bedroom.

Still inside her, Richie spoke with a hoarse chuckle. “I definitely need a shower now if I’m gonna go back downstairs.”

Frédérique chuckled, too, causing her inner walls to tighten around his dick again and Richie groaned softly in appreciation, but she straightened gently, making him slide out of her. She pulled her dress back down and Richie loosened his grip of her waist, using his hands to motion for her to turn around, then moved them to either side of her head, clutching her tighter to him. She encircled his waist with her arms and nibbled on his lips, using her foot to allow Richie’s jeans to fall all the way down to the floor, so he could walk out of them.

She stopped her kisses to order with soft sternness. “You’re not going anywhere after that shower but inside my bed”.

Richie smirked mischievously and dimples formed in his sweaty cheeks. “Whatever you say”, he conceded seductively, wiggling his eyebrows, “but I won't be held responsible if everybody hates me for stealing you away from the party”.

Frédérique shook her head softly and smiled. “Tsk tsk, I said YOU are not going anywhere. I have to go back down”. First she scratched her nose against his day-old scruff. “You need to shave…”. Then she looked into his tired eyes, “…and sleep, you must be so tired”.

“But I wanna-“ Richie interrupted himself: only when she pointed it out did he realize how tired he actually was. "Yeah...", he nodded, "I could use some sleep". He noticed the mark he had left on her shoulder and placed a soft kiss on it.

"Come on baby, let’s get ourselves clean and I’ll tuck you in, OK?”, Frédérique finished and kissed him warmly before tugging him to the bathroom. They took a quick shower together and even before they were finished Richie felt so sleepy it was difficult for him to keep his eyes open. Fred quickly came out of the cabin, dried herself and walked out of the bathroom wrapping her towel around her chest, then reappeared a few minutes later and placed Richie’s toiletries on the marble counter only to disappear again. Richie lazily dried himself and wrapped the towel around his waist before he started shaving, bending over the counter to get closer to the mirror.

When he was half way done, his eyes had remained closed most of the time. Frédérique entered the bathroom again and stood behind Richie. He caught her reflection in the mirror: she had put on a ruffled turquoise skirt and a white sleeveless turtleneck. She combed her hair and craftily knotted it and twisted it before strategically placing a few hair clips, creating a stylish bun in less than two minutes.

“Isn’t it too warm for a turtleneck?”, Richie asked as he finished his task.

“Maybe”, she smirked mischievously, “but it’s better than trying to explain the dark red mark on my shoulder, don't you think?”. She winked and grinned, sticking the tip of her tongue out from between her teeth. Richie chuckled softly and dried his face with a towel, then turned around, leaned back against the edge of the counter and pulled her to him. "If you're worried somebody's gonna suspect you've just had amazing sex then you should wear a mask, baby, 'cause it's written all over ya", Richie grinned: she was glowing and he relished in the fact that he was responsible for it. He wanted to make her feel and look like that forever. He started kissing her thoroughly and Frédérique sighed with delight as she lost herself in Richie's kiss. 

Only the cheering and clapping that came from the garden snapped her out and she finally managed to pull apart. "Come on", she said softly with a little smile, tipping her head in the direction of the bathroom door, then she took Richie’s hand and directed him towards her bed, pulling the sheets open for him to crawl inside. She had closed the curtains so the daylight wouldn’t disturb his rest, but he didn’t notice it: his eyes were already closed before he had left the bathroom.

Richie lay down on his stomach and hugged the pillow. He felt Frédérique's warm lips on his shoulder and with a smile curling the corner of his lips upwards he fell deeply asleep.