Sunday, September 16, 2012

Chapter 38

Chapter 38

While Richie was in the shower, the two women sat down on the sofa and talked.
Mrs. Sambora wanted to know all about the girl who captured her son's heart. Richie
rarely brought ladies to meet his mom. Since Heather, she had only met Denise and she didn't
think very highly of her.

"Denise wasn't there for my son. She was there only for herself and my Richie deserves better." she said to Harley.

Feeling it best to keep her thoughts on that subject to herself, Harley nodded with a smile. Harley told her she lived in Nashville andhad a strong passion for horses.

"What do you do for a living, dear?" Mrs. Sambora asked.

"I'm a musician." she answered.

 "Like my Richie?" she asked. Harley smiled,

 "No, not quite like him. I don't play an instrument, but I'm a country singer and songwriter." she said.

"Are you famous?" she asked Harley.

 "Yes, she is very famous, Mom." Richie was walking into the room.

"Oh, well, I don't really listen to country music. How about children? Do you have any?" she asked her. Richie cut Harley off before she could answer.

"Ma! Enough already!"he said.

"No, it's ok, Richie." Harley said, looking back at Mrs. Sambora.

 "Unfortunately, I don't." Harley answered.

 "You say your 43, right? Have you ever married?" she asked. Richie was embarrassed at this point.

"Mom, really?" he asked, feeling Harley wouldn't want to get into the "Tim" story.

Harley reached for Richie's hand, as he sat on the coffee table across from them.

"Yes, I was married before. We were married for nearly 15 years. He passed away from lung
cancer 3 years ago. As for children, I've never been able to. We tried but nothing." Harley
explained to Mrs. Sambora.

"I'm so sorry. I feel I've pryed." she said with empathy in her eyes.

"No, not at all. Feel free to ask me anything, at anytime." Harley said, reassuring her.

"I don't know if Richie told you but I lost my husband to lung cancer. So we have a common bond,
honey." Mrs. Sambora said, grabbing Harley's free hand. Harley flashed her a smile. Richie
spoke up,

"She knows, Ma." he said.

Mrs. Sambora looked at her son thoughtfully,

"She's a good woman, Richie. She's been through hell. Be tender and loving to her." she instructed.

Harley's mind went to the activities that Mrs. S. interrupted, thinking of how he had fucked
her earlier, 'tender as a jackhammer'. Causing her cheeks to flush, with a giggle. Richie
was on the same thought. Harley's giggle made him want to lay her back down. Her giggles
drove him wild. Then he had an idea,

"Ma, how bout that nap? You must be tired?" he reminded her. Mrs. Sambora nodded,

"I could probably sleep till supper." she said.

"I'll take you to your room, Ma." he said.

"Have a good rest. It was lovely meeting you, Mrs.Sambora." Harley said, causing Richie to look at her with complete adoration. As his mom made her way out of the living room towards the first floor guest bedroom, Richie leaned in, pulling Harley close to him with his arm around her waist, whispering quickly in her ear,

"Go upstairs, now!" he ordered her, as he released her.

As quickly as he did that, her breathing quickened and a familiar ache began between her legs. Waiting until they were out of sight, she did as he requested.Sitting on the edge of the bed when he walked in,

"She settled?" Harley asked

He didn't answer. She stood when she saw the smoldering look in his eyes. Meeting him halfway
between the door and bed. Standing a foot apart, looking in each other's eyes. Richie brought
his index finger over his lips,

 "Quietly!" he said in a low and husky whisper. Instructing as he lingered in her eyes,

"Take em off."Harley was on fire with excitement, feeling her own wetness. Quickly, she undid her pants and slid them off.

"Panties too." he demanded.

Harley swallowed hard. Her fingers clasped her panties and pulled them down till they fell to the floor. Still holding his stare, Richie unbuttoned his jeans with one hand, pausing for a second before the zipper went down. Harley shuttered, as she felt if the wind blew too hard, she'd cum. Richie turned her around, pulling her up against him. His hands on her hips, he trailed small, light circles, as he reached her clit, rubbing softly. Harley moaned softly,

"Shhhhh, absolutely no noise. Or I will stop." he whispered in her ear."Control your breathing.", he ordered. Harley had no clue how to do this but she had to.

Richie began gliding his finger on her clit harder, causing a sharp intake of air.

Harley felt two could play this. Licking her fingers, she reached behind her, releasing his rock hard cock and pumped it with a firm grip. Causing Richie to suck in a breathe, through clenched teeth,
Harley let go, turned around and whispered in his ear,

"Control your breathing or I'll stop!"

Richie had enough play time. In one swoop, his arms went around her waist, lifting her up,

"Wrap your legs around me." he whispered.

Harley did as he asked, as he put her up against the wall. She was eye to eye with him, holding her in place with his chest pressed against her. Guiding himself as he thrust inside her with fierce force. Harley's mouth flew open with a gasp. At the same time, Richie's mouth covered hers. He was fucking her hard. Breaking free of the kiss, Harley wrapped her arms tight around his shoulder's, biting near his neck to keep from screaming in ecstasy. Feeling it build inside her with every thrust of his hardness inside her.

"Oh God! Fuck me!" she whispered.

Thinking to herself, 'fuck, I spoke! He told me not to speak or he'll stop!'. Richie didn't stop. He was over the edge himself. Lowering her slightly, she thought he was going to hold true to his promise and stop.

 "No, please don't stop!" she cried. His lips crashed down over hers. Harley soon realized, he lowered her, to allow him to fuck her deeper.

Two mind blowing thrusts sent her into a hard orgasm. Controlling herself was more than she could do. Richie brought his hand up to cover her mouth. With another deep pump inside her, his body jerked hard and froze. His face twisted in what looked like agony but was pure pleasure. He did well at maintaining his breathing and noise. It was his face that told the story.  Letting go of her mouth, he walked them over the the bed and lay down with her, covering them with a throw blanket, from the foot of the bed. Holding her close to him,

"I'm sorry, Ms. Stewart. I may not have been very tender with you." he said with a grin.

"Tender as a jackhammer, Mr. Sambora! I love your idea of tenderness." she said, smiling. She kissed him softly and drifted into a post orgasmic coma.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Harley falls to the floor, gasping for air and covered in sweat.

 "Better get it out of our system now. Tomorrow we have to be good kids." she said, breathlessly. Richie broke into a deep, throaty laugh.

"You think because Ava and my Mom are here, I'm not gonna fuck you?" He said laughing louder. Harley didn't get what was so funny, but hearing him laugh like that made her follow along.

"Baby! It's not gonna be over. We're just gonna have to keep it down a bit.Your sweet innocence amazes me." he said

. "Amazes you how?" she asked. They're breathing had steadied.

"It amazes me, because you have so much of it. Purity and sweetness but at the same time, you fuck me like your possessed. Goddamn, it's so good!" he said, rubbing the sweat from his face, with his hands.

Harley rolled to lay on top of him, taking his arms and pinning them over his head, "You
haven't seen anything yet, Mister!" she said.

Separating his lips with her tongue. Her nipplesbrushing lightly against his dark, muscular chest. Richie broke his hands free of her grip and wrapped his arms around her, rolling Harley onto her back. Harley automatically opened her legs for him to enter her. She wanted more of him. Richie felt so good inside her. Richie propped himself up on his elbows,

"Your insatiable!" he said. Running her hands over his sexy pecs,

"Is there a problem with that?" she asked, managing to muster all the innocence she could find.

"Depends on how you look at it. I love it, my only concern is I'm 53 not 23. I can't keep up with you." he said.

"Then we will take breaks. Do other things till you can." she said.

"Other things?"he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Harley pulled him down hard on her, covering his lips passionatelywith hers. The kiss was very deep and slow. Harley slowly pulled back and traced his lower lip with her index finger, sliding it inside his mouth.

"Yes, other things. You have an amazing mouth." she said. A devilish grin came across his lips,

 "Would you like me to use it, baby? I'm pretty orally skilled." he said. Harley was no longer in the here and now. She was in a breathless, fury of passion and want. Harley nodded but never took her eyes off his lips. Richie licked them deliberately, causing Harley to release a moan.

"Please?" she begged.

Richie trailed her neck and chest with soft kisses, stopping to show each nipple some love.
Squeezing, licking, and biting each one. Harley balled her hands in his hair.

 "Oh God!" she cried out.

Richie licked and sucked her heaving belly. His hands caressed each side of her.Harley began twisting her body from side to side. He reached her mound of love, kissing her and taking his hands, he opened her up. Closing his eyes as he went for a deep kiss on her clit.Harley's back arched,

"Ahhhh", she yelled out. Richie had perfect rhythm.

 He was consistent and not too fast ort hard. Harley's hips were moving with him. Her hand twisted in his hair.Off in the distance, Richie could here his phone ringing, but he didn't stop. Harley was oblivious
to anything around her. Richie loved watching her lose herself in him.

'Fuck', he thought, the damn phone was ringing again. It was pissing him off. Richie knew how to make her cumright this second, if he needed to, but he didn't want to rush it.  He told himself to put it out of
his mind, when suddenly the doorbell rang. Whoever was there was obnoxious and now the phone
was ringing again. Harley was still lost in all her desires. Thinking for a moment, wondering,
Should I stop and answer the door or should I make her cum first. He chose the latter option.
Richie took his hand off her hips and slid two finger's inside her. Increasing the pressure of his
tongue and caressing her G-spot. Harley was thrown into an immediate orgasm. Coming down
she heard the doorbell and phone.

"Shit! Some one's here!" she said. Richie laughed,

 "They've been at the door for awhile baby. Go upstairs and I'll answer it." he said, helping her to stand,
then pulling on his swim trunks. Harley was a little unsteady yet, but made it upstairs.Richie wiped his face and flung the door open.

"What the fuck?" he yelled.

 Much to his surprise standing there was a man and his Mom.

"Mom! Your not supposed to be here till tomorrow!" He said, looking at the driver and taking the bag he was holding.

"I got her. Thank you." he said.Mrs. Sambora walked inside,

"Richie, I really don't like it when you use language like that." she said.

"I'm sorry, Mom." he said as he gave her a hug. "You smell like sweat, Richie. Please,
go put a shirt on. I thought I would surprise you by coming a day early." she said.

 "Yousurprised me alright, Mom. Sit down. Are you OK? Do you need a nap or something?" he asked.

 "I'm tired, dear, but I want to meet your girl before I lay down. Where is she?" Mrs. Sambora
was delighted that her son was in love.

 "Ah, well, she's upstairs, Ma. I'll go get her, but please,sit down here." he said, walking her to the sofa.

Richie walked into the bedroom and fell back onto the bed,

 "Fuck" he said with his hands over his face, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he said out loud, as Harley was walking into the room. "

What's wrong,love?" she asked, while unwrapping her towel and drying herself.

"My Mom is here!" he said looking at her.

"Oh my God! Was she outside the door the entire time?" she asked, scaredand horrified that she had heard everything.

 "Yep! But don't worry, darlin', whatever she heardwas chased away with my 'What the fuck?' as I opened the door."

"Well I feel better." Harley laughed.

"She wants to meet you before her nap." he said, standing up and hugging her naked body.

 "I just need to get dressed, baby." she said.

"I'm so sorry,sweetheart. We can still play and have fun, just discreetly, OK?" he said, feeling bad.

"I'm not worried about it, my sweet man. Now let me get dressed. I don't want to keep her
waiting." she assured him by touching his face softly.

 "I love you" he said.

"I love you too." she said with a smile but her insides were doing back flips. "I wish I had time
for a shower. I smell like sex." he said.

"You do! Take me down and introduce me, then leave us for a shower." she said.

"Your too good for me." he said as they made they're way down the hall.

"And here I thought you were too good for me." she said, smiling at him and squeezing
his hand tightly. Richie pulled her hand to his lips and kissed the top of it.

Reaching the living room, he said. "Mom, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Miss Harley Stewart. Harley,
this is my Mother, Mrs. Joan Sambora." introducing them. Mrs. Sambora stood and Harley
put her hand out to shake hers. Mrs. Sambora shook her head,

"No dear. I want a hug. You've brought happiness to my son's life and I'd like to thank you for it properly. Would that be alright?" she asked.  Harley smiled and blushed, gently hugging Richie's Mom.

Monday, September 3, 2012

Chapter 36

Chapter 36

After what was to be the most romantic bath in history of man, or at least in Harley's history, Richie
and Harley dressed in they're bathing suits and headed out for the pool, to catch the day's sun.
Harley felt now was as good a time as any to talk to Richie about the CMT awards.
While sitting in the duo chaise lounge chair, holding hands, Harley looked to see if she could read his
mood. He looked so at peace today. Not one ounce of stress to be seen. Hoping she had something
to do with that.

 "Rich, I need to talk to you about something, is that ok?" she asked. He opened his
eyes and turned to look at her,

"Of course it's ok. You don't have to ask, Harley.".  Harley flashed a
soft and sweet smile to him.

 "The other day I got a call from my agent. She said CMT wants me to do a tribute for Tim at the awards show next month, it's the anniversary of his passing." she said.

"Tribute? What kind of tribute?" he asked.

 "A duet. They want to play a video of Tim singing in the background with me singing in front." she said, searching his eyes for some emotion but got nothing.

"Sounds pretty cool, baby!" he said.

 "Yeah?" she asked.

 "Yeah! I guess I'm not sure exactly what it is your looking to me for." he said confused. She turned her whole body to face him, folding her legs.

"I just feel like maybe I should check in with you. I mean, Richie, we are starting something new here
and they are asking me to go back and relive something so personal. I'm not sure how I feel about it.
So I thought maybe I should see how you would feel about it first." Harley tried her best to explain
herself.

"Darlin', I'm ok with it. He was part of your life for a very long time. If he were still here,
you'd still be with him and I'm sure you miss him a lot. What we have is something completely
different and seperate from that life. I think you should still embrace where you came from. Don't
worry about me. I'll be right there to support you and hold you after. It's going to affect you. I think
more than you may realize, but I think it needs to be done." he told her. Harley nodded as if to say
she understood.

 "Thank you for talking to me about it. I just needed to be sure that we would be ok."she said.

 "We are more than ok." he said, caressing her cheek with his thumb. Harley leaned forward
and kissed Richie lightly on the lips, "Come on, baby. Lay here with me for a bit. I need some sun
before tomorrow." he said.

Richie dozed off on the lounger, but Harley was not able to fall asleep. She sat and listened to him
breathe for some time. He really was such an exquisite man. She just couldn't get enough of him and
hoped he felt the same of her. Harley found ways to keep herself busy, while he lay sleeping. She
went for a nice swim and after drying off, she went inside and walked around his house. Harley found
a huge room, that was full of his guitars. It was beautiful. The walls of that room were lined with his
Gold and Platinum albums from Bon Jovi, that he had earned over the years. At that moment Harley
had a strong sense of pride in her man. Although she knew that she had little to do with it, but to
simply be able to call HIM, "her man" was all she needed. Taking the rest of her time alone to get
showered and do her makeup and hair before he woke. Back downstairs, Harley began to look
through his big CD collection. She was a big music lover and collector, but had not seen anything
like this before. Out of nowhere, a warmth encompassed her body. Richie had woken up and came
to find her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. Burying his face in her neck, kissing her
lightly,

 "I've been thinking." he said softly in her ear.

 "Looked to me more like sleeping" she said, not wanting him to stop.

 "Nah! Just resting my eyes." he said, nibbling on her ear lob.

"Mmmm, what were you thinking?" she asked.

 "I think I should be with you at the CMT's. In case you need me." he explained. Harley grinned,

 "I would like that." she said, as she turned to face him.

"I think it would also make a statement. One that says your looking forward in life but are still able to cherish the love of your past." he said as he pressed his forehead against her's. Pulling back to really look at
her and noticing she had fixed herself up.

"You look stunning, darlin'!" he said, letting out a little groan. Again, Harley could not hide the smile. He had that way of making her feel like the only woman in the world, but made her feel like a million dollars when he complimented her.

"I absolutely love when you blush. You look so vulnerable." he said, pulling her chin up to face him.

Richie couldn't help himself, he needed to taste her lips on his, to feel her tongue dance with his. His kiss
was like liquid fire burning her insides. The room began to spin and Harley's knee's grew weak.
Holding onto him tight, she hoped he couldn't feel her unsteadiness, but he did. Richie put his arms
around her waiste and carried her to the couch, where they crashed down on it, side by side.
Caressing each other's body's. There was no question to either of them, as to how they would spend
the next couple of hours. Taking each other with a wanton desire and need.