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THE RICHEY THAT I LOVE by Janey

“Oh, Richey you promised!” shrieked Kitty as Richey drank a neat shot of vodka in one swift gulp.
He winked at her and then rubbed his body seductively against hers, making Kitty sigh, and the grimace on her face softened into a submissive smile. “Just the one. No more, I promise you.”
“Good, because I want tonight to be special.”
“So do I. It’s taken me a long, long time to win you over and I’m not going to screw that up now,” he whispered whilst kissing her beneath her left ear, his hands snaking under her short lace top and fondling her naked breasts. “I want everything to be perfect for you.”
Kitty shivered under his touch.

For two years Richey had fancied her but Kitty had made it clear that she wouldn’t have a relationship with him for a variety of reasons. She admitted to him that she found him attractive physically, but his drinking, his cutting, and his non-stop shagging of groupies turned her off. He was her friend, she had said, and nothing more. Richey had made up his mind right then; that he would do what ever it took to win her over. Gradually they had grown closer and closer until six months ago, when Kitty finally gave in to Richey’s request to give their relationship a chance.

He had changed a lot – grown up – he had called it, and Kitty had marvelled at the happiness that was now a part of him, rather than the despair and a sense of failure that had haunted him, because he could never achieve the perfection that he had striven for. Richey now saw things in a different light, and that excited Kitty and acted as an aphrodisiac.

“I’m so glad we waited to do this properly,” Kitty sighed as she melted into his warm body. “Though there were times I wanted to join you on the tour and say ‘let’s not wait ‘til the first leg’s over’, but this is better - a whole fortnight together with no interruptions at all.”
“The guys all laughed at me last night when the gig was over, ‘cos I couldn’t get out of there quick enough, and I wonder who’s fault that may be huh?” Richey sucked on her shoulder, stopping only to remove her top and to throw it on the floor. “Now that is so much better!”
Kitty gasped as his breath bristled across her chest, causing her nipples to jut out proudly, and threw her head back as she urged his lips down to take one in his mouth, which Richey did without hesitation. She groaned as his mouth tormented her, and tugged at the hem of his shirt, wanting it to be discarded.
“Impatient aren’t we?” Richey teased her as he hoisted the loose shirt over his head and let it fall rapidly to the floor. “After all these months a few more minutes are not going hurt babe.”

“Maybe not, but for heaven’s sake, let’s get these clothes off.” She undid the button on his trousers, and then grinned at him as she slowly unzipped them, and then pulled his briefs down as well. “Step out of them Richey or you’ll fall over.”
“Only if you take that skirt off, oh, and your knickers. It’s not fair for me to be naked whilst you’re still clothed, is it now?”
Kitty sniggered back at him, but took off her skirt and knickers all the same, and watched mesmerised as Richey finally discarded his clothes too. “Richey,” she whimpered, “you’re so eager yourself, I see.”
“Can’t help myself, can I?” Richey suddenly scooped her into his arms and carried her over to the huge bed, placing her down carefully, and then taking a long, slow look. “You are so beautiful. I don’t deserve you.”
“Sure you do,” she answered. “You’re very handsome and sexy yourself you know.”

Richey got onto the bed next to her, and kissed her mouth warmly, as his hands caressed her body lightly, making her arch under his nimble touch, his erection rubbing against her stomach. His fingers snaked between her legs and stroked her delicately. “You’re so wet and it’s wonderful.”
Kitty smiled awkwardly, enjoying Richey’s touch and inhaled sharply as two fingers entered her and began thrusting. She had never imagined that he could be so sensitive. The emotions he was evoking inside her were magical and she wanted to feel them forever. Her hands tugged at his hair and guided him down to replace his fingers.
“Hey, take it slowly,” urged Richey. “I want to enjoy every inch of you.”
“I feel like I’m going mad here,” she whimpered. “Please Richey.”
“All good things come to those who wait,” berated Richey, jokingly. He removed his fingers from inside Kitty, and embraced her as she moaned her disappointment. With a tantalising wink, Richey lowered his head and took a swollen nipple in his mouth and sucked on it keenly, his hands kneading the soft mounds, driving Kitty wild. He then flicked his tongue around it before gently biting down.
“Oh damn you,” moaned Kitty, her eyes half closed.
Richey kissed the red swollen nipple and then turned his attention to the other. Kitty grasped his body tightly and ran her finger nails down his back, making him shiver and hiss and then bite down a little harder on her nipple than he had intended. “Sorry sweetheart,” he whispered. Kitty merely smiled at him, and urged his head back down again.

Richey licked his way down to her belly button, kissed around it several times, and then continued licking down her body, until he reached her wet pussy. He curled his arms under her buttocks and pulled her into him, Kitty watching with wanton need. She pushed her head back into the bed as she felt his tongue licking her swollen clit slowly, smoothly and firmly. Richey’s eyes smiled as he watched her. He was pleased that he was able to make her feel so good.

He continued to lick and suck on her clit, and became aware of his own excitement building when Kitty started quivering as her orgasm approached. He held her hips as firmly as he dared to stop her thrashing around.
Kitty gripped the bedding tightly in her fists as her climax began to tear through her. The liquid heat coursed over her and she yelled some very unladylike profanities, until her body settled into the gentle and soothing afterglow that followed.
“You ok?” muttered Richey, kissing his way back to her mouth, and slipping his tongue in for a sensual kiss.
“Umm, better than ok,” she beamed, leaning into him and stroking his chest with her fingertips, grinning broadly when he closed his eyes and moaned at her deftness. “That was worth waiting for.”
Enjoying the way his body shivered under her touch, she traced invisible patterns down to his stomach, flicked her tongue over his now hard nipples, and took his hard erection in her hand, caressing it rhythmically.
“Umm, that’s good,” he whimpered, unsteadily. “Really, really good, in fact.”

Richey tilted her head so that she was level with him, and tugged tenderly on her bottom lip, as Kitty continued to stroke him and excite him. She sighed when he ran his tongue over her lips, not giving her the full kiss she was craving. He then teasingly darted his tongue in and out of her mouth quickly, making Kitty moan louder and louder, until finally she begged him to stop. Richey smiled at her coquettishly, ran his fingers through her naturally soft curled dark hair, and then pulled her lips down onto his, his tongue darting in and probing her mouth slowly.

His breathing grew more and more ragged under Kitty’s sensual ministrations, and he whispered heavily to her; “please Kitty, take me in your mouth.”
“All you had to do was ask.” She winked at him mischievously, gave him a final, quick kiss on his lips, and slid sexily down the bed.
She flicked out her tongue and licked off the pre-cum; he tasted good.
“Fuck that was so sexy when you did that,” Richey drawled, his voice thick with desire. “Do it again, Kitty.”
So she did. Very slowly, and very deliberately, loving the wide-eyed look of astonishment that crossed over Richey’s face. At times he could be so innocent and naļve, and she loved him for it.

Her eyes never left his as she took him completely in her mouth, his dick twitching as it went further and further in. Richey had such beautiful, expressive eyes. They always used to be filled with such pain and sadness, but since he’d known Kitty they had been filled with optimism and happiness. Right now they were utterly composed of lust, love and need, and Kitty couldn’t ever remember them so filled with desire and excitement. That made him even more handsome to her.

“You taste so good,” she muttered, then began sucking on him again.
Richey threw his head back and arched his hips up to meet her, his fingers playing with the gentle curls of her hair, neither dictating pace nor depth to her. Kitty was very good at this and needed no instruction from him what so ever.
She caressed his perineum and could feel his spasms beginning, so sucked on him deeper and harder, whilst holding him firmly at the root of his dick, then teased him by flicking her tongue lightly over him and then gently grazing him with her teeth. He bucked into her mouth and shouted out something utterly nonsensical and animalistic, as the milky fluid spilled into her. Kitty continued sucking on him and only when she was sure he’d finished and she’d caught everything, did she kiss her way back up his quivering body to hug him to her, as his breathing slowly returned to normal.

Kitty rested her head on his smooth chest, her fingers making invisible patterns on his skin, and every so often, bestowing a quick kiss on him, as Richey stroked her hair and arm sensuously. He had never done this before; enjoyed the post-coital flush and warmth with another person. In the past he had always kicked them straight out of bed – kissing and cuddling was a complication he could do without as it led the groupie to believe there may be something in it for them in the future. He had never shagged the same groupie twice and would get bouncers or the road crew to get rid of them if they couldn’t take the hint. For the first time he understood how intimate the cuddling up together after sex was. It was mind blowing and he felt so alive because of it. He felt wanted, loved and warm.

“I love you Kitty,” he murmured into her hair after some time. “Come here.”
“What’s up tiger?” Kitty winked, with a broad grin on her face.
“Me soon, I hope,” he giggled nervously in response. “Your hot breath on my chest is turning me on again. Look!” Richey nodded down to his dick and Kitty smiled as she saw his cock growing and getting harder before her eyes.
“You recover quickly!”
“It’s all your fault,” he said, his voice all throaty and sensual. “Your hot breath excited my nipples and they’ve obviously sent a message down to my dick. Hence it’s proudly going to stand to attention.”
“Well I’m afraid I’m too tired,” she mocked. “All that sucking has worn me out and I need to rest now.” Kitty tried to hide her smile from him, and buried her head in the curve of his shoulder.
“Oi Missy!” Richey laughed joyously as he tickled her frantically. “No you don’t.”
“Ok, Ok!” she shrieked, writhing around from his touch. “I’m sorry, truly I am. Richey!”

She caressed his jaw line, then his chin, and then his lips and then she cupped his cheeks, and stroked her thumbs across them. He was stunningly good-looking and sexy, and her body was responding to the almost feral gaze that he was piercing her with. Right now there was a testosterone overload in the hotel bedroom.

Richey started nibbling the curve of her neck. Sucking, biting and then soothing her with his tongue. The contrast in sensations made Kitty gasp and scrape her nails down his spine. She knew tonight would be special, but this was something else. Her legs curled around Richey’s, pulling him closer to her.
“I want you Rich,” she whimpered breathlessly, his warm breath intoxicating her.
Richey said nothing, but reached out to the bedside table and picked up the pack of condoms. He opened the cellophane, and then took a condom out of the box, undid the foil, and slid the condom effortlessly onto his throbbing cock.

He moved over her, pinched a nipple with his teeth, and groaned as she took his fingers and stroked herself with them. Richey continued stroking her even when she withdrew her hand and used it to guide him to her. Kitty flashed him a glance, not sure as to why he stopped, but Richey was merely drinking in the heady sight of her, before steadily edging his way, smoothly into her warm wetness. Kitty smiled at him reassured that he wasn’t having second thoughts.
“I love you Richey. Please.” It was simple, yet it was potent.
“Oh Kitty,” he whimpered as he thrust the final couple of inches of his dick deep into her, guiding her legs so they went over his shoulders, making her feel him deeper inside and more intensely.
“Fuck me Richey,” she urged in a strange voice that Richey had never heard before, but then, they’d never been like this together before.

Her legs gripped him, and he tilted her arse so that he could penetrate as effectively as possible and still be able to continue stroking her clit and bringing her to her orgasm at the same time. He wasn’t bothered about himself; all he cared about was Kitty and her pleasure and happiness. For once Richey was embracing mushiness – it no longer scared or repulsed him.

As they approached their climaxes, Richey bit into the flesh on Kitty’s shoulder, and Kitty gouged tramlines down Richey’s back and arse with her nails. Neither was aware of the pain; only the pleasure and euphoria that their joining had brought them.

Bathed in sweat, they shouted incoherent nonsense at the same time, their bodies slamming together with a fever that took their breath away.

“Two weeks of this,” Richey mused as they languished together some while later. “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
“Umm, I don’t think I ever want to leave you alone again,” murmured Kitty.
“No regrets?”
“About waiting?”
“No, about me. Well, about you and me.” Richey seemed afraid as he tentatively gazed at her. “I haven’t disappointed you. I mean, you still think I’m ok?”
“Oh baby,” said Kitty as she cupped his face, “ Richey, you are the man that I love. What’s to regret?”
“I didn’t want to be an anti climax. Six months is a long time if you find out something isn’t right.”
“Richey, you couldn’t be an anti climax if you tried. It’s not in you. You give everything you have everytime. I’m glad we waited and I’m glad you proved me wrong. What more can I say?”
“Well, you can always say that your mouth is getting restless!”

They laughed as they embraced.

When Richey returned to the guys’ 2 weeks later for the second leg of the tour, he was overjoyed to let them know that he and Kitty were to be married. Lots of knowing looks and winks were bandied about. It seemed that the guys had been waiting for the pair of them to finally come to their senses.

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