“Want some coffee, Richie?”
“That would be great…”
Stacey felt nervous whenever they were alone, but the nervousness was mingled with excitement as well.
Richie walked with her to the small kitchen. He sat down on at the table, lounging back comfortably.
Stacey kept herself busy with the coffee.
“Jon has a great family. Cheyenne is going to be so happy.”
“Jon’s family is like my own, I knew them since I was a youngster. They’re like my second family. But let me tell ya old man John…we didn’t fuck around with him, he meant business. ”
“Well you were a wild bunch, someone had to keep you on track…”
She put the cups down before him. Just as she turned around to sit down he grabbed her by the knees, pulling her towards his open legs.
“How bout a kiss? I guess that would be ok?”
“Richie…”
He stood up slowly, his eyes burning into hers.
“Richie..I’m afraid if I kiss you I won’t be able to stop…”
“Then don’t.”
Richie lowered his head and saw Stacey closing her eyes. Her body softened against his.
His lips touch hers, nipping at her lip.
Stacey gasped against him, the action opening her lips for his invasion. His tongue moved inside, teasing her tongue, stroking her.
Richie groaned and pulled her into him. The kiss turned to fire and they both got caught up in the heat of the moment. Stacey clung fiercely to his broad shoulders, her knees feeling week.
Richie’s hands were under her shirt, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples to life.
“Ooh God Richie…”
“I can feel your body craving for mine…let it go honey…”
Stacey moved out of his arms, took his hand and walked towards the bedroom.
Richie’s breathing was ragged as he followed her silently.
Richie turned and locked the door, scooped Stacey into his arms and walked towards the bed where they both fell onto the cool covers.
Richie searched for any shadows in her eyes…
‘Are you sure, baby? We can stop now. But I’m not sure I would be able to stop if we go further..”
She stared into his firey pools.
“I’m sure…”
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