Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Harley felt her heart pound in her chest. Richie was watching every person that walked through the ramp. His heart also pounding. Walking off the ramp she looked around where everyone was but didn’t see him. She turned her head to the far right, away from anyone else, there he was. Jeans, sweatshirt, a USMC cap, with sunglasses on? Harley walked over to him smiling. “Hi” she said. Towering over her by 6 inches, he looked down at her smiled and said “Hi”, he smiled even bigger and grabbed her. She swung her arm around his shoulder and the other on his back. He held her tight. They could feel each other’s hearts pounding, but not sure if it was their own. Pulling loose from the hug, she looked up at him, “It’s 5:30am, Richie. Too bright for ya?” she asked teasingly. He reached and took them off, looking around to see if anyone looked like a crazy Bon Jovi fan. “that’s better! Don’t worry, your not gonna be mobbed at this hour!” as she said that, she moved a piece of hair from his eyes. “Let’s get your luggage and go home” he said. Taking her by the hand. He carried her luggage like a true gentleman. When Harley saw the car she couldn’t help but say “Wow!” Richie smiled “Too much for you?” he asked. “No! It’s very pretty!” she reassured him. He opened the car door for her. The ride to Richie’s was nice. He held her hand tight. They talked about her flight and how much she hates flying. Richie thought better of telling her his near death experience on a plane.
Figuring if she knew she wouldn’t be flying home tomorrow. She’d rent a car and drive. 6:30am in LA, the sun was coming up and it was pretty.

They pulled into a gated community of homes. Very fancy, modern homes, with palm trees in the front yards. Richie’s house appeared clean but plain from the front. He pulled into the garage. Opening her door and reaching for her hand to help her out. Kissing her hand as he pulled her out. “Oh, your sweet!” she said. He shrugged his shoulders and grinned. “Yeah well, ya know?” he grabbed her bags from the trunk. Harley reached for one and he pushed her hand away. “Ok-Ok! I’ll leave them alone, HeMan!” Walking inside his home, Harley couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. Not a typical bachelor pad. “Your home is beautiful, Richie.” she said. “Thank you, darlin’” he replied. He took her to the beautiful mahogany double staircase and stopped. He put the luggage down. Harley looked up at him “What’s up?” she asked. He said “Well, we haven’t talked about this but if you go up those stairs” he pointed to the left, “that’s the guest room” turning his head to the right and pointed “you go up those stairs your staying in my room with me. Your choice, sweetheart.” She smiled “with you?” she asked, eyebrows raised. “Yes, darlin’ I come with that room.” he said smiling. Harley walked up the steps to stand on the landing. She looked towards Richie’s room to the right and looked over to the left. Turning back around, she met her eyes with his, smiled, broke her stare, and walked up the stairs leading to Richie’s room. Richie smiled to himself, grabbed her bags and followed behind.

Placing her bags on the bed. Harley walked over to the French doors that led to his balcony. “Would you like to unpack your bag now?” he asked. Feeling rather exhausted yet exhilarated by the mere thought of this adventure. “Honestly, I was hoping to lay down for a bit. I’m kinda tired. Would you mind?” she asked. “No, of course I don’t mind. I’ll go find something to do till you wake up.” he said. “I was actually hoping you would join me. Would that be ok?” walking over to the side of the bed that had been undisturbed the night before. Richie didn’t speak, he just moved the luggage off the bed. Harley pulled the covers over her legs. Richie couldn’t understand sleeping fully clothed but he wanted to take it at her speed.

He layed on his back with his arms to himself. Harley flung the blanket over him, grabbed his left arm, lifted it so she could fit in and rest her head on his shoulder. He pulled her in tight. Harley turned her head so her face could look at him. Her arm resting on his chest. His heart was beating rapidly. As tired as she was, she couldn’t close her eyes. That would mean she wouldn’t see him. His eyes were closed but she knew he wasn’t sleeping. She wanted to get his attention without saying a word. She brought her leg up over his. Bringing it up high enough, she could feel the cause of his heavy breathing. She took comfort in knowing she wasn’t the only one feeling the heat. His right hand grabbed her thigh and his eyes opened. Their eyes locked on each others. Without speaking a word, they understood each others wants with one look. Richie rolled over on his side, her leg still over him, but his hip now. Her head resting on his strong arm. Harley touched his lips, they were so full and soft. She wanted them, all over her. But she’d be happy to start with a kiss. Looking back up to his eyes. His eyes never left hers. He knew what she wanted. Lifting his head over hers. Staring in his eyes, she knew what he was asking without saying the words, “Are you sure?”, she nodded and that was all he needed. His lips encased hers. His tongue going deep inside her mouth. A moan escaped both of them. His mouth seemed to be such a perfect fit on hers. So much passion between them. Richie couldn’t believe how good she felt. He wanted every part of her. Hands started moving over their bodies. Richie noticing Harley was sniffling, taking his lips away from hers. He whispered, “You crying, baby?” “No” she said breathing rapidly. “What’s with the sniffles?” he asked. Harley was getting annoyed with the questions. They were interfering with the passion. “I’m hot. When I get warm, my nose gets plugged” she answered, going back to his lips. He returned the kiss, then pulled away. “What?” she asked him. The sound of frustration in her voice. He whispered “Take your clothes off”. Bringing a devilish smile to her face, “Only if you take yours off.” she said. He nodded, their lips going back for more. Tongues rolling around the others. Harley kicked off the covers, sat up on her knees facing him. “undress me” she demanded. Richie sat up on his knees facing her. Kissing her neck, his tongue sliding down it. He lifted her arms and raised her shirt over her head. Harley lifted Richie’s shirt. He lifted his arms to help her. Throwing his shirt on the floor, her hands touched his chest. Focusing on the little patches of fur by each nipple. Before she realized what she was doing her lips and tongue was loving that patch. Causing him to roll his eyes closed. He was beyond turned on. She wasn’t letting up. Making her way to his nipple. Licking, bitting to create just enough sensation with a tiny bit of pain. Finishing with a soft kiss. Her hands rapidly undid his belt. Releasing the top button of his jeans. Her lips found the black mole on his neck. Kissing and sucking, careful not to leave a mark. His zipper went down next. He thought to stop her. But decided he wanted her to do whatever she wanted to him. Because it had been so long since the last time she touched a man like this. That would explain her strong desire right now. Suddenly his mind went right back to what she was doing. Harley’s hand slid inside his jeans. Feeling his very hard cock in her hand. The other around his neck. The moment she touched him and felt his massive size she moaned, “Oh Jesus!” followed by a throaty moan. Her lips found his again. Her tongue slid deep in his mouth. Richie’s hand released her bra. Harley had bigger breasts then all the woman he’d had before. He couldn’t wait to play with them. His tongue found her nipples. She gasped for air. The sensation ran right to her clit. Her hand was tangled in his hair holding his head. He pulled her pants down after laying her down on her back. Her head was now at the foot of the bed. Her panties still on. He stood up long enough to pull his pants off. Her eyes fixated on his cock. It was huge. “Oh my God, it’s fuckin huge!” she cried out. Surprised by her language, yet very aroused by it. He pulled her panties down. She sat up, placed her hands on his hips, buried her face in the heavenly trail of hair from his belly button to his hardness. His cock jumped. It wanted her mouth wrapped around it. But he pulled her head away, “no baby, this isn’t about me right now. It’s all about you” he leaned down, kissed her softly and said “we have time. It doesn’t all have to be right now.” Laying her down again, kissing her, his sweet soft lips gliding, biting her lips. Moving to her ears, she giggled as he tickled her. He let out a small chuckle. Moving down her neck. Her hands on his bare, muscular, shoulders. He worked his way to her breasts. Thinking to himself how much he’d like to fuck those. Assaulting each nipple with his tongue and teeth. Her head moving from side to side. Her hips urged to thrust up against him. She could feel how wet she was. She hoped he wouldn’t mind. Continuing to work his way down. Stopping to flicker his tongue in her belly button. She had an outtie and he thought it was sexy as hell. Trailing down to her moist haven. He was impressed at how little hair she had. Having a very small patch. He was hungry for her. Thinking he needed to do this well. He licked and sucked one lip, then going to the other. Her legs trembling. Softly he went for the prize. His fingers opened her up, completely exposing her clit to him. Running his tongue lightly over. She responded to such a light touch. He applied a little more pressure, bringing her head off the pillow. “Ahhh” she couldn’t help but vocalize the pleasure she was feeling. Her clit was rock hard and wanted his tongue to flick all over it. She knew it wouldn’t take long as it was already building inside her. Richie knew she was close. Her hands had fists full of blankets as she squeezed. Her legs shaking more. Her pelvis involuntarily moving in rhythm of his tongue. To drive her completely insane he pulled his tongue off her clit and went inside her with it. Tasting her extreme sweetness. He could drown in there and die happy. He didn’t get the reaction he expected. “OH GOD!” she was on fire. Her moans and noises was driving him mad. Rubbing himself against the bed, enough to feel some pleasure. He came back to her clit, he started sucking it. Bringing it in his mouth so far and flicking his tongue but not too fast. Her moan deepened, “don’t stop, uh-huh, I’m gonna cum” she said breathlessly. He loved how vocal she was. Richie moaned, the vibration of his deep moan on her clit brought it on suddenly. Her face turned red, the veins in her neck popped out, her back arched, fists full of blanket. She came so hard her clit screamed with sensitivity. With the sweet release she just experienced it brought on a crying spell. She pulled him away from her. She wanted him inside her now. Kissing his way up, he heard her cry. Stopping what he was doing, he perched himself over her. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked. “Nothing” she said. “Is it becau…” he started to ask if it was Tim and she knew it but didn’t want him to speak his name. Not now, not in this moment. She covered his mouth before he could finish what he was going to say. Shaking her head “No. Just a release reaction.” she told him. She was happy! Touching his face, neck, shoulders, and finally his arms. “Fuck me! Now, please?” she was prepared to beg. “Damn, you are a hot fuckin fox!” he told her. Her hand went to his huge hardness. Beyond hard. He was so hard his head was purplish-blue. She thought he could cut glass with it. “Please?” she said bouncing her body with enthusiasm. His eyes closed as she was stroking him. “Guide me in sexy” Richie brought his hips down. Harley had a hold of him. His head went inside her and she let go. Grabbing his ass. Her legs spread wide apart and in the air. Harley nearly screamed. It felt so good but hurt at the same time. Richie moaned loudly. Sounding much like a bear. She was so tight against him. “Am I hurting you?” he asked her. “Not in a bad way baby” she answered. “Don’t stop!” she pleaded. He kept thrusting, adding more of himself with every push. His rhythm even and slow. He was hitting her g-spot with every thrust. He began to break into a slight sweat. She was so beautiful squirming under him. “Deeper, I want you deeper” she told him. “I don’t wanna hurt you” he said. She was too tight. “Dammit, deeper!” she demanded. He didn’t speak anymore. He did as she asked. It hurt her, he could tell but wasn’t sure if the pain pleased her or not. All he knew was she didn’t say stop. He was going all the way in her now. Constant moaning and heavy breathing from both. She felt fuckin perfect, like a tight leather glove around his cock. Suddenly it started to feel tighter. Not loser like he expected. She was about to cum and he knew it. She dug her fingers into his back. “Oh fuck” he thought. He couldn’t hold it much longer. She was too tight around him. Her pussy was spasming around him “fuck” he yelled trying to not lose focus of his rhythm but it was to late. One last thrust and he shot his cum deep inside her, as she pushed back with her own orgasm. He layed himself down on her gently. Both panting like dogs on a summer day. Richie kissed the side of her face till he reached her lips. He looked into her perfect blue eyes. She smiled and said “and they call me America’s sweetheart!” and laughed. “If they only knew the bad girl beneath” he said. “I’m fuckin crazy about you baby!” he told her. “Don’t worry, your secrets safe with me” assuring her. Kissing her nose. “Thanks” she said as he pulled out of her. “That’s officially my least favorite part.” she said with a pouty lip. He layed beside her with his arms around her. “Sleep now, baby” he told her.

They lay there for about ten minutes and she could hear his breathe change. He was asleep. Looking at his face, he was so beautiful. You could see the signs of aging, but not too much. He had laugh lines and worry lines. She wanted to know what made him laugh and what his worries were. Harley felt the urge to pee, but when she tried to sneak out of his arms, he stirred and grabbed her, pulling her tighter to him. As much as she liked that, she said “I have to pee, baby” in a whisper and he let her go.