Chapter 11

Jasmine didn’t say anything, only nodded and sighed before reaching her own hands to his face and stroking his chin with her thumbs, mirroring the tender touches he was administering to her. Their faces moved closer together until their noses were touching. Richie grinned and it spread to Jasmine as she grinned back at him. Richie stroked Jasmine’s hair for the millionth time that day, it was so silky and it fell through his fingers like water through a sieve. Jasmine moved her lips slowly until they met Richie’s and she pressed them gently together, following the gentle pace that they had set themselves. 

Richie broke the kiss and gathered Jasmine in his arms, careful not to squeeze her or make her bend where she had been hurt. He rose from the sofa and carefully carried her up the stairs towards his bedroom. He kicked the door open and laid her delicately on the soft chocolate colored duvet that covered his huge bed. Jasmine shifted herself until her head rested on the pillows, and watched as Richie closed the curtains and dimmed the lights before joining her on the bed. He wiggled until he was close to her then rolled her gently to him. He looked at her briefly, waiting for the go ahead, then bent his head until their lips met.

They kissed for what seemed like an eternity; their hands went on a wander around each other’s bodies, gently exploring the new territory that they had been given access to. Jasmine let her hands wander down Richie’s arms, over the muscles and ink that had had her hot for a few years already. She giggled quietly as he flexed his muscles under her soft touch and wondered whether she had tickled him to cause the reaction. She took his hands in hers and deepened the kiss. Richie wound his fingers with hers and took a deep breath, the slow pace was almost killing him but he wanted to savor the moment. Jasmine’s thumbs rubbed against Richie’s hands then she moved to feel his calloused fingers. Except for the callouses, achieved from years of guitar playing, Richie’s large hands were soft and warm, dwarfing Jasmine’s petite hands that were clasped with them. The pair of them were in tune with each other and Richie’s movements once again mirrored Jasmine’s.

Jasmine closed her eyes and tried to keep her breathing even, but Richie’s touch was electrifying. He let go of her hands, which went on exploring his chest. His own hands ran down Jasmine’s neck and skimmed over her breasts. At his touch her nipples puckered and a shot of electricity pulsed through her, making her instantly forget the pain she was in and her skin prickle with anticipation. Richie undid the buttons on her shirt and caressed the skin beneath it. Inch by inch she became exposed and Richie greeted each new part of her with a gentle kiss. He pulled her shirt away and it slid down her arms, leaving her breasts exposed. He stroked her gently, taking care not to touch her still raw cuts. Bending down he took one of the pert buds into his mouth and suckled tenderly. His hand reached lower down and rubbed against her warmth that was only covered by a thin piece of material that constituted her shorts. Jasmine involuntarily lifted her hips to meet his hand and increase the pressure he was putting on the whole area, which was now burning with desire.

The other nipple got the attention it craved as Richie loved every inch of her. Jasmine had her eyes squeezed tight, enjoying the pleasant sensations overtaking the pain that she had been feeling. It was if the events of the afternoon hadn’t happened and her body wasn’t bruised and battered, all she could feel was pleasure. She groaned as Richie’s hand continued to rub her through her shorts and she was sure she was going to explode if he didn’t stop soon.

“Open your eyes for me, I want to see you.” Richie pleaded and Jasmine did as he asked.

“You’re so beautiful Jas, I can’t get enough of you. I want to commit every inch of you to memory,” he breathed, then kissed her more deeply than before. 

“Flattery will get you everywhere Sambora,” she said, winking at him suggestively,

Richie smiled, glad that Jasmine was feeling well enough to make a joke, but at the same time he felt it wasn’t the time, he was serious.

“I mean it Jas. I can’t take my eyes off you.”

Jasmine’s heart swelled, it had been far too long since she had heard words like this and coming from Richie, in his deep gravelly tones, sent shivers through her. She felt the same way about him but she was incapable of speech; instead she winced as she moved but still tried to lower herself down the bed so she could reach out for the bulge in his pants.

“Lie still Jas, it’s all about you tonight,” Richie whispered and gently laid her back down on the bed. He kissed her a little more passionately until she was still underneath him and then he trailed his kisses from her mouth, over her neck and down past her breasts, which were heaving with the labour of breathing. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down over her thighs and down her legs. Once they were off he stroked his hands up her legs and thighs, caressing and massaging the damaged muscles. Jasmine shifted at his touch and her hips raised towards him. Richie growled;

“You trying to tell me something Jas?” he said grinning at her. She nodded and tapped his head with her leg. Needing no more encouragement Richie buried his head between her thighs and lapped at her wetness. Jasmine’s hands clenched the sheets as Richie licked her gently and comprehensively. He didn’t miss an inch of her and knew just where to focus his attention. Despite the aching in her body and the cuts, she squirmed and ground herself further down on his tongue.

“Fuck Rich, just there,” she breathed hoarsely, grabbing at the sheets below her.

Richie continued his ministrations and the more he felt her squirm the harder he got. Jasmine reached out for him again and her hand grazed his crotch with her finger. She opened her hand to stroke him but he gently took her hand and moved it out of reach, 

“I told you already. It’s all about you now Jas, let me love you.” 

He kissed her deeply and let his hands roam freely around her. Jasmine wrapped her arms around him and played with the bottom of his t-shirt. Her fingers crept underneath it and explored the warm skin underneath. Richie flinched as she lifted the top higher to expose the expanse of toned chest, and leaned up so she could pull it completely off him. She sighed at the sight of his bare chest and ran her hands over it, marveling at how utterly beautiful he was in front of her. Richie let her eat him up with her eyes until the need for her became too much.

He briefly stood up, shucked his pants and released his cock from its confines. It sprang from his boxers and stood to attention like a soldier. Jasmine reached out for it and wrapped her hand around him, pumping him firmly. Richie let out a deep rumble of a groan and his head rolled backwards as she moved her hand along his length. Gathering himself Richie again moved her hand,

“I told you already, it’s all about you tonight darlin’. Plenty of time for me another time.” 

Richie replaced his mouth with a finger and Jasmine yelped with surprise,

“Holy fuck,” she mouthed, the words stuck in her throat. 

Richie was ready to burst and he could sense that Jasmine was close as well so, quickly sheathing himself he positioned himself above her, ready to feel her around him.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, looking into her eyes,

“You won’t,” she said, reaching around his waist and pulling him to her. He moved slowly, allowing her to stretch to accommodate him and to make sure he wasn’t pressing down on one of her bruises. When he was satisfied she wasn’t feeling any pain he pulled out and stroked back in, never once taking his eyes off her.

Jasmine held onto his hips for dear life, pulling him closer to her. He bent his head and kissed her deeply, which she reciprocated. As he pumped in and out of her Richie kept his lips pressed against hers, unwilling to break the bond that was between them.  His hand caressed her head and then his fingers stroked her check tenderly. They moved slowly together, never taking their eyes from one another, matching each other’s movements. The pressure of Richie’s pelvis pressing on her clit was too much for Jasmine to take and she felt herself soar into the stratosphere. The tingling started slowly at first then got more pronounced and faster. Before she knew it, her legs were clamped around Richie’s waist and her eyes were screwed tight as her release let go. Richie watched in awe as Jasmine lost herself in him, he had never seen such a beautiful sight, the sight of which took him over the edge and he spilled his load as she clenched her muscles against him.

He collapsed beside her and she rolled so she was cuddled into him. They settled their breathing, both with wide grins on their faces. Jasmine looked up and kissed Richie gently on the cheek before shifting slightly and hugging him tightly. Richie wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on top of her head. They lay in a comfortable silence for a while enjoying each other’s company and feeling the relief that they had finally been able to act on their feelings.

“Rich?” Jasmine said, looking up at him,

“Yeah?” he said sleepily,

“Thank you.”

“What for?”

“Everything. This, for turning up when you did earlier and for looking after me.”

“You’re welcome honey, It’s what I’m here for. I like looking after you and doing things for you.”

“You went above and beyond today though. You’ll never know how glad I was to see you when you came to my apartment. I thought I was going to die.” Jasmine said, and the tears began again, this time making her shake violently as the enormity of the situation began to hit her. Richie wiped her tears away and kissed where they had fallen,

“No one is ever going to hurt you again. I won’t let them. I wish I’d been on time and maybe I could have stopped it.”

“Don’t blame yourself, he wanted to get to me and he would have regardless of whether you were there or not.” She said, taking a deep breath and getting herself in control again.

“I know, but it doesn’t stop me wanting things to be different though.”

“I was thinking about you the whole time, you kept me fighting.”

“You’re amazing Jasmine Moore. I’m not sure I deserve you.”

“I think that should be the other way around, I don’t know what I did in a previous life but I must have been really good if I’m rewarded with you in this one.” Jasmine said, smiling at him and wiping the tears from her.

Richie laughed and pulled her closer into him, she draped an arm over his chest and hooked her leg over his. Before she knew it the trauma of the day consumed her and she fell into a deep sleep. Richie watched over her for a while then pulled the covers over them and went to sleep himself, Jasmine in his arms.