Chapter 14

After washing up after dinner the pair collapsed on the sofa, stomachs full and eyelids heavy. Jasmine flicked through the channels until she found something remotely interesting, although neither of them was paying much attention to the television. Jasmine laid with her head resting on a cushion on Richie’s lap, her legs swung over the side of the chair, and Richie sat up straight, his fingers absently caressing her silky blonde hair. Jasmine’s eyes were heavy with tiredness and with contentedness, Richie’s movements calming her more than she thought possible. His fingers slid through her hair and trailed down the side of her face, tickling her down into her neck. His thumb grazed her lips and he felt them twitch into a smile. Looking down at her in her relaxed state, Richie smiled too, glad that she was beginning to look like his Jasmine, his Jasmine before her father reared his ugly head.

“You look like you’re ready for bed.”

“Is that a statement or an order?” Jasmine asked, smirking.

“It’s an observation, but to hell with you if you think I’m not following you up there.” 

He grinned.

“In that case, take me to bed. I am rather tired.”

Richie turned the television off then picked Jasmine up carefully and carried her to his bedroom. After placing her in the middle of the bed he started to pull at her sweatpants.

“Hey Sambora, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting you ready for bed.”

“I sleep with clothes on.”

“Not in my bed you don’t,” he winked at her and continued to pull at her pants. Jasmine wriggled and held onto her pants, trying not to laugh.

“Well then maybe I should go and stay in the guest room. I AM tired you know.”

Richie saw the look in her eyes and thought two can play at this game. He stopped what he was doing, stripped to his boxers and got into bed. Making sure that Jasmine was also under the covers he turned the light off and cuddled into her. Jasmine cuddled into him confused. What just happened there? One minute he was undressing me, the next he’s stopped and gone to sleep.

She lay there for a while trying to work out what was going on until she could feel Richie’s body start to shake. It was then that things fell into place and she realized he was playing her. She turned over and pushed at him until he was on his back, grinning at her and unable to stop the deep roar of laughter from escaping him.

“You just played me. You’re going to pay for that.” She said smirking as she straddled him and began to move against him. Richie’s hands automatically reached for her hips and anchored her to him. She gyrated above him, feeling his growing arousal beneath her.

Richie’s hands roamed her still clothed body and he ached to feel her flesh against his. Cautiously he lifted her off him and laid her back down on the bed; Jasmine looked at him questioningly then a look of recognition swept her face as she realized what he was about to do. This time she didn’t protest when he pulled at her pants and even helped him as he reached to relieve her of her top. Her nipples puckered as the cool air hit them and Richie’s mouth quickly covered them with as much attention as he could, pulling and sucking at them as if they would run away if he didn’t. Jasmine clenched her fists into the sheets, the softness of his lips and tongue against the increasingly hot skin of her breasts was like ice cream down her throat on a hot summer’s day. She let out a small sigh and her head hung back as Richie continued. 

He moved so that he was above her and nudged her thighs apart, resting his legs in between them. He lifted his head and placed his lips against hers, plundering her mouth until she was breathing hard and her eyes were closed tightly. Jasmine’s hands reached out for Richie and rested on his warm chest. Her fingers explored the hard muscles underneath them and teased at his nipples, making him groan into her mouth. Her hands moved over his back and lower until she could cup his ass cheeks in her hands. She gave them a squeeze and smiled to herself as Richie tensed his muscles at her touch. She pulled at his boxers and he shifted to help her take them off. Once they were on the floor with her clothes, Richie returned to his place above her, looking down at her, her eyes clouded over with desire and her eye lids droopy with relaxation. He bent his head down and kissed her sweetly, savoring the softness of her lips on his and the sweet smile on her face. Jasmine sighed deeply and lost herself in the kiss, her heart doing somersaults and every cell of her body going onto high alert. She wrapped her legs around Richie’s hips and raised herself to him, feeling the tip of his cock rest against her, aching to feel him in her. Richie’s eyes opened as soon as he felt her lock herself around him, and looked at her for reassurance.

“I want you now Rich,”

“But…”

“No buts, I need you now, no time for anything else,” she breathed, shocking herself at the lustfulness of her voice. She hadn’t realized it but at that moment she needed to feel him in her and feel completely protected. She pulled her legs tighter around him until she was just short of the pain starting again, pulling him with her. She could feel him pushing against her heat, rubbing along her wetness and teasing her sensitive nerve endings. Richie held himself above her, his arms flexing with holding his weight. Jasmine held onto his arms, feeling the flexing of his muscles, which only served to make her hotter for him and more desperate to feel him get as close to her as he possibly could.

Richie pulled away from her and she groaned with frustration,

“Hey, someone getting grumpy?”

“Hmmph,” she groaned again, but before she had finished Richie had covered himself and returned to his place above her. The last sounds of her complaint were cut short by another groan entirely as Richie pushed into her and filled her completely. He stilled for a moment, giving Jasmine time to adjust then began stroking in and out of her at a gentle pace. The friction between their two bodies was playing havoc with Jasmine’s brain, she wasn’t sure if she wanted it faster or slower, all she knew was that she wanted to open her skin up and let Richie in before zipping him into her. She wanted him so close to her that he may as well just get into her skin.

She pulled him even closer but he fought back and wouldn’t go anymore forward. Jasmine knew what he was thinking and whispered,

“You’re not going to hurt me, I need you closer.” 

He obliged and pulled her closer to him as she grabbed hold of his neck and held on, matching his thrusts and rocking them into oblivion. Richie sped up as he felt himself tighten, Jasmine felt the tightening against her walls and squeezed her muscles as he stroked in and out of her. 

“God Jasmine, are you trying to kill me?” he puffed,

Jasmine answered with a grin and another squeeze against him, making his whole body tense as he came furiously. He slowed down and came back to reality, resting his forehead against Jasmine’s.

“Wow. That was amazing. The things you do to me darlin’.”

“I could say the same.” She smiled at him, kissing him on the nose before pushing him from her and cuddling into him. Richie disposed of their protection and pulled Jasmine close to him, breathing in the scent of her. His hand drifted lower and he took a nipple in his mouth.

“Rich…” Jasmine said quizzically,

Looking at her he smiled, “I’m not done with you yet, not til you’re screaming my name. Lie back and let me keep my reputation intact.”

Jasmine giggled and closed her eyes, thanking whoever or whatever it was that had brought this amazingly considerate and wonderful man into her life. Richie took the other nipple in his mouth and sucked until it was as erect as it’s partner, then replaced his mouth with his fingers as his tongue began to trail further down towards the heat he could feel coming from between Jasmine’s legs. Her stomach muscles contracted as he dragged his tongue over it and around her navel; moving further down he could tell she was ready for him and he decided against teasing her, going straight in for the kill.

Jasmine had opened her eyes and watched as Richie’s head moved closer to where she desperately needed him. She hadn’t cum when he had but she was so close that one touch in the right place would have her in orbit. The combination between seeing what he was doing and feeling what he was doing increased the anticipation of feeling his warm wet tongue slide against her clit, which was also warm and very wet. When it happened her hips bucked and pressed her closer against him. Richie licked slowly but firmly, not missing a single inch of her, circling around, up and down and making Jasmine squirm. He pushed his tongue into her and flicked it against her clit again. This time Jasmine went rigid and her hands gripped his hair tightly; with one last flick of his tongue she exploded.

“RIICCCHHIIE!” She screamed, letting herself go completely. Richie continued to lap at her while she rode her orgasm.