Chapter 39: Playtime

Richie stood over Julianna, looking down at her beautifully flushed body. The things he could do with her – would do with her in the hours and nights to come. He felt himself stirring again. He hadn’t been this horny in years. Three times in one night was more than he’d had in a good long while. He sat near Julianna’s head and stroked her face. “Open your mouth, baby; see what I’ve got for you,” he said.

Without hesitation, Julianna complied, and Richie put a strawberry to her lips. His erection grew harder as he watched Julianna’s tongue dart out to taste the fruit. Julianna waited until Richie told her she could eat the fruit before she took a delicate bite from the berry and licked her lips. When she swallowed, she opened her mouth expectantly, waiting for another bite. Richie fed her berries until his fingers and her lips were stained, and the bowl he’d brought was empty.

Richie put each stained finger in turn into Julianna’s mouth, and she sucked greedily, taking every last bit of strawberry from them. When she was done, Richie dropped a kiss onto her mouth, licking her lips. Before Julianna could react, he broke contact, and moved so he straddled her thighs. The sudden weight on her lower body had Julianna wet and ready for whatever came next.

Richie dropped so his arms were on either side of Julianna’s head. He brought his mouth close to Julianna’s ear, and whispered, “You’ve been very, very good. I think you deserve a reward.” Richie reached to the nightstand for the clichéd whipped cream. When he started shaking the can, the distinctive sound didn’t escape Julianna’s notice. When Richie popped the cap off, Julianna jumped, making Richie chuckle. “Patience, my sweet,” he said. He squirted a little of the creamy treat on his finger, and put it to Julianna’s mouth. “Go ahead,” Richie said. Julianna licked at it daintily, taking little bits of it at a time.

Richie put a bit more on his finger, and this time, dropped it onto one puckered nipple. He did the same for the other, causing Julianna to squirm. Instead of licking it off, Richie slid down Julianna’s body and dropped some whipped cream into her navel, then climbed off the bed. Julianna turned her head, again trying to follow the sound of Richie’s movements. The room was quiet. Did he leave again? Julianna could feel the whipped cream starting to melt, and the little rivulets tickled her as they trailed down her body. Suddenly, Julianna felt Richie’s tongue on her side, licking away the melting whipped cream. Jesus, that man needs a bell, she thought. With the next motions of Richie’s tongue, Julianna stopped thinking.

Richie lapped up the whipped cream from Julianna’s body, enjoying the hell out of surprising her like that. He could tell she was barely holding on; that this teasing was bringing her close to release. Julianna’s body was tense, and there was that slightly musky scent that was a dead giveaway.

Chuckling, Richie grabbed the whipped cream again and climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself at Julianna’s feet. “Open your legs for me,” Richie ordered. Julianna complied eagerly. He slowly squirted some whipped cream onto Julianna’s wet core, the cold in sharp contrast to the heat she was generating. She gasped and then clamped her mouth shut, remembering the command to stay silent. Richie laughed; the sound a low rumble in his chest. “It’s alright darling; passion noises are OK.” Richie leaned down to gently lap at the whipped cream that was now trickling down Julianna’s body. With sure, slow strokes of his tongue, he licked and lapped until all traces of the whipped cream were gone.

Julianna’s moans were getting more guttural now. Richie briefly considered moving away from her, teasing her more, but her scent and taste were too intoxicating to resist. He thrust his tongue inside her, wanting to taste more.

When Julianna came, she arched from the bed screaming Richie’s name and pulling her restraints tight. Her hands reached around the scarves to hold on for dear life. The muscles in her arms flexed as she pulled at the silk. Richie kept up his gentle torture until Julianna began to relax. At the first sign that she was coming back down, Richie sucked hard on her clit, making her scream again. He kept up the pressure as he slid a finger, then another, inside her. “God, you are so tight,” Richie mumbled. Julianna contracted around him, her legs trembling.

Richie withdrew from Julianna’s body, and crawled up so he was straddling her again. With one strong thrust, he seated himself inside her, making her scream again. I could get used to that sound, Richie thought. He knelt motionless over Julianna, and worked to untie the scarf around her head. Finally getting the silk undone, Richie tossed it off the side of the bed. Julianna locked eyes with Richie and squeezed him tight. That slight increase in pressure made Richie’s eyes roll back in his head.

Straining at her bonds now, Julianna longed to wrap her arms around Richie’s neck. She had to settle for locking her ankles behind his back, and taking him as deep as he could go. Richie’s fingers fumbled with the bonds at Julianna’s wrists, and he was able to free one bond before she went over the edge. When Julianna called out Richie’s name this time, it was strangled and desperate and full of life and passion, and Richie thought if he could capture that sound in his heart, that sound she made at the moment when he totally possessed her, he’d be able to die a happy man.

Richie worked the other scarf loose, and Julianna’s arm dropped lifelessly to the bed. Her whole body was twitching; each breath Richie breathed against her made her shiver. Richie’s motions became more frantic as he raced closer to release. He could feel the pressure building, the need to claim this woman as his burned deep into his bones. Julianna writhed beneath him, moaning and mewling in the back of her throat. The addition of those sounds to the sights, smells, and the velvet vice around his cock were enough to drive Richie to the edge. With a long, low growl, he exploded inside her; her muscles milking him of their own accord. He wasn’t sure Julianna was even on the same plane as he was. Her eyes were glassy, her breathing ragged, and he’d bet if the house were on fire, they’d both burn to a crisp. He captured her mouth in a kiss, as he pumped into her. Julianna’s arms rose to lock behind his head, and her legs pulled him in closer.

Julianna pulled at Richie until he was laying on her, almost but not quite crushing her. She wrapped her arms around him and held on tight. She relished the weight of him on her; the way he filled her physically and emotionally. Her heart was so full; her senses were so overloaded, that she was unable to contain a single tear from trailing down her cheek. Richie saw it, and licked at it, raising his head so Julianna could see he had a matching tear in his eye. Richie rolled them so they were laying face-to-face, arms wrapped around each other. With a tender kiss, and with their bodies still joined, they fell into a deep, sated sleep.