Friday, March 29, 2019

Chapter 54

"I think I forget something at the studio." Jon said after a couple minutes of driving down the highway. "I'm pretty sure I had a jacket this morning."
"Do you want to stop and get it or just get it in the morning?" Richie asked, who was enjoying not having to drive.
"Actually," Jon paused, "would you mind if I don't drive back to the city?"
Richie frowned, thinking. "Yeah, I guess I was planning on taking a cab back anyway."
"I just don't want to drive all the way back and then drive back here in the morning again. May as well just stay here."
Richie nodded, he did make sense. "Yeah that's true. I can just take a cab back here tomorrow morning too then."
"You could also just stay in my guest room." Jon pointed out.
"Good point."

They made a quick stop at a nearby grocery store before heading back to Jon's house and studio.

Their conversation took many turns while Richie texted his daughter, getting an update on how her day had been going and he gladly informed her about his as well. He made sure she was in a better headspace than a few days ago before wishing her a good night. He knew she was 4 hours behind timewise but also knew she'd be texting other people for the rest of the evening.

When they arrived at Jon's house, Richie offered to help carry some of the groceries into the house. An improvised breakfast was on the menu for the morning and they needed snacks while rehearsing. Snacks were always good.

"So what do you want to do?" Richie asked after Jon had put everything away in the kitchen. "Or do you want to turn in early?"
Jon left out the snacks he wanted to take to the studio tomorrow. "We could watch a movie." He suggested.
"Sure, sounds good and not sit on your couch." He ignored Jon's scowl. "Which movie?" He knew the answer.
"Godfather." They said at the same time.
"Sounds like a good plan." Richie said, grabbing a bag of chips and heading to the formal living room. Big screen or nothing.

He flipped the switch to make the big screen rise up as he knew Jon could get the dvd started for them.

"You better be sharing those chips." Jon said as he walked into the room, carrying drinks.
"Never. I claimed these by grabbing them."
"I claimed them by paying for them." Jon countered.
"Okay fine." Richie said as he sat down on the couch. "You can have all the air."
"Fuck you."
"Be nice or I just may sit on your 130 year old couch."
"Stop bitching about my couch."
"It's just," Richie started, trying to sound serious again, "who buys a couch to never sit on?"
"It's a 130 year old couch."
"Then what's the point in it?"
"Shut up and watch the movie."

Richie did as told and opened up his bag of chips as he watched the opening scenes to the movie. He had seen it so many times, he was sure he didn't need to actually ever see the movie again to know every scene. It was most likely engrained into his mind forever. Most of the times he had watched it, it had been with Jon so he was sure it was the same for him.

"You're doing it again." He said.
Jon paused the movie as soon as he spoke. "What?"
"You're saying all the lines." Richie pointed out.
"So?" He asked as he rewinded the movie just a tad before Richie had spoken.
"I'm trying to watch a movie and you're talking over it."
"I'm not. I'm saying the same lines."
"Yeah, but I like to listen to the actors say their actual lines instead of you saying them. Otherwise I could just listen to you doing all the lines yourself without watching the movie."
"Whatever. Can we just watch the movie?"
"We could."

In all honesty, he missed bugging his friend. He hadn't realized how much he had until he could again. Two weeks ago he wouldn't have thought he'd ever tell Jon to not repeat movie lines again but here he was. Being here today made him feel and realize what he had missed. It was just nice to have a friend he had known for so long and had such a long past with. To have that friend again, right now, meant so much to him.

"Remember that one time we watched this movie? It was ages ago." Richie asked him as a scene in the movie reminded him of that night.
Jon paused the movie again, he wasn't going to miss a second of the movie even if he had seen it a hundred times. "What time? That time we were drunk off our asses?"
Richie laughed, remembering it as well. "No, I was thinking that time I was here to write and Dorothea was out so you were watching your kids for the night. We figured we'd put everyone to bed, watch a movie, relax. Then Jakey, he was still so little, cried for hours."
"Oh God." Jon groaned. "That was horrible. He would not fucking stop."
Richie laughed again. "And you were no damn help. Kid is all upset for who knows what, you're all frustrated 'cause you want to watch a movie and can't figure out what your kid wants so he could go to sleep."
"You were no help."
"The joys of parenting."
"I prefer the time we were drunk."
"Oh yeah?" Richie asked. "Shamelessly re-enacting the entire movie?"
"It was very good acting." Jon laughed, knowing full-well it had been horrendous.
Richie laughed as well, remembering how they both re-enacted scenes from the movie, critiquing each other on their lines. "If you want to call slurred words good acting."
"The best acting is done confidently."
"I'm confident we were way too drunk that night."

Richie sighed, glad to remember silly but fun times. He watched Jon rewind the movie again. He knew Jon knew this movie by heart but still would never miss a second of it. It had always been like that, just like he had no issue with having a conversation over it, as long as he wasn't too invested in what he was watching. They differed in many ways like that but in other ways they had so much in common, even when the differences seemed to overpower the similarities. Some friendships just worked that way. After so many years he could just be comfortable around Jon, he didn't have to worry about being judged about his thoughts or opinions because he often knew how Jon would react to them before he even expressed them. Which also meant he knew which thoughts and opinions he could or should not express.

He munched on his chips as his thoughts wandered from the movie.

"You know what?" He asked, waiting for Jon to pause his precious movie.
"What?" Jon asked, looking over and wondering where the conversation was going to take them next.
"We've seen this movie too many times."
Jon scoffed. "Impossible." He said.
"I've seen this more than any other movie."
"Never enough."
"I don't know." Richie said. "I think once you can say the lines to a movie, you may have seen it too often."
"Are you saying we've played our songs too often too then?"
Richie laughed out loud. "No, 'cause you still forget lines."
"One time that happened." Jon became defensive.
"One time per tour leg, sure."
"Oh fuck you, like you're perfect." Jon countered. "I remember our promo tour last year in London and you short circuited the place."
"How's that my fault?" Richie asked innocently.
"You were playing the guitar."
"Yeah but it isn't my fault their crappy electrical wiring couldn't handle my awesome guitar skills."
Jon laughed at that. "Yeah, sure." He reached over to Richie and grabbed the bag of chips from his hands. "I thought you were sharing."
Richie stammered for words, shocked by the theft of his chips, before coming up with an intelligent sentence. "I said you could have the air. There was plenty."
"And I told you to go fuck yourself." Jon said promptly as he started eating chips.

Richie waited for Jon to start the movie again, this time he didn't rewind the last minute and just resumed where they had left off. The end of the movie was approaching and so was midnight. It had become dark outside, partly he was still on California time, he would still have time to talk to his wife before going to bed but that would be after the movie.

In the moment he fully enjoyed watching a movie with his best friend, regardless of how often he had seen it and how annoying Jon could be, which made it easier to bug him. Having a friend was simply better than not having that person.

Past midnight the credits started rolling on to the big projection screen.

"Classic." Jon said, satisfied with his movie watching experience.
"It's a good movie." Richie agreed with him.
"Good? It's legendary, it's much better than good."
Richie shrugged. "It's also just a movie."
"Just a movie?"
"Alright, it's legendary. Best movie ever." He gave in.
"Thank you."
He checked his phone for the time. "I think I'm going to head upstairs and give Sarah a call."
"See how you kid is doing." Jon told him, as if he wasn't going to ask her.

They got up from the couch, tidied up the room and headed upstairs.

He had always thought Jon's mansion was interesting, it was full of useless furniture but it still had a home-y feel to it. The upstairs hallway with all the family pictures. He had known Jon's children their entire lives and had memories that matched the ages they had in the photos just as well.

He stopped at the room he would be staying in and wished Jon a good night before he would head further down the hall.

"Hey Jon?" He said, waiting for Jon to look at him. "I missed this."

Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Chapter 53

"Want to call it quits?" Jon asked his friends after they had been in the studio for the remainder of the afternoon.

All three of them were in agreement. David and Tico wanted to get home to their wives and Richie was eager to call his while he visited his mom.

They grabbed their belongings and headed out the door. Jon locked up the studio door as David and Tico said their goodbyes and got into their cars to leave.

"Do you need a ride back to the city?" Jon asked, knowing the answer regardless.
"Actually," Richie said, "I'm going to my mom's house for dinner."
"Sure." Jon said, heading to the car with Richie following him. "I can drop you off there."
"Are you sure?" Richie asked. "That's at least half an hour detour for you, one way."
Jon nodded, unlocking the car. "No point in you going into the city to then figure out a way back here again. Are you taking a cab back to the hotel then?"
Richie opened the door and got in, waiting for Jon to get in too so his answer wouldn't get lost. "Yeah, I guess so." He hadn't really thought about it.
"Point Pleasant to Manhatten is probably going to cost you close to two hundred bucks." Jon reminded him of taxi fairs.
"Well, I ain't taking the bus."

As Jon drove, Richie texted Sarah, asking how Daniel and Noah were before texting Ava and asking how her day went, making sure he could support her still.

The drive was fairly quiet as they listened to the radio and watched the familiar roads pass around them.

"How's the kid?" Jon broke the silence.
"Daniel? He's been alright Sarah said. She's giving him baby painkillers for the worst pain."
Jon nodded. "No point in letting him suffer through pain if there's painkillers. What about Noah?"
Richie sighed. He had only read Sarah's text about Noah and it worried him. "She wants me to call her so she can explain more easily but he's getting tests done so I guess she doesn't know much either."
"And Ava?"
Richie chuckled at that, "she's alright. She was quite upset on Saturday but she's alright now. With how social she is, she needs some friends around her and she'll be alright."
"She was upset?" Jon asked surprised. "Cause you were joining us?"
"Yeah, she didn't want me to leave but knew I like my guitars."

As they reached Point Pleasant Richie started giving Jon directions for which roads to take to get to his mom's house. He didn't live in the area but he would always remember how to get there from the highway.

"So you came anyway?" Jon asked.
Richie sighed. "She was torn, you know. Wants me home but also knows I love doing this." He explained. "So we talked and decided it was only a short while and go for it."
Jon shook his head. "I can't say I've ever asked my kids if I can go on tour."
"You should."

Once near the house, even Jon recognized the house. As he parked the car in the drive way they could see Joan get up from her seat on the front porch, walking across the lawn.

Jon parked the car so Richie was able to get out and meet Joan for a hug.

"Are you coming?" Joan asked Jon, who hadn't moved from the car or made any intentions to leave the vehicle.
"I was just dropping Richie off, heading back to the city."
"You don't want to drive back to the city now, you're going to hit traffic and it'll take you hours." Joan told him. "Might as well come in and have dinner, then hit the road after rush hour."
"You'd be home at the same time." Richie pointed out, knowing the New Jersey to New York traffic.
"I suppose you're right." Jon sighed as he turned the car off and got out.

Once inside the house, Joan got them both a snack and drink, then headed off to the kitchen to prepare dinner as Jon and Richie did the easiest thing and watched tv as they waited.

During dinner Richie caught his mom up on all his family affairs, telling her how Daniel had just taken his first steps but they weren't able to capture them on video just yet. He was excited for Daniel to take more steps and for Sarah to capture them so he could show them off, which reminded him to show off Noah's piano skills, even Jon was impressed.

After having caught up with everything and realizing the time, Jon and Richie headed out. An hour's drive ahead of them.

Wednesday, March 20, 2019

Chapter 52

Jon parked his car outside of his studio and Richie got out and headed to the door where he waited for Jon to open the door to let them in.

"I didn't bring any guitars." Richie admitted. "I had everything shipped to join the rest." He explained as they headed up the stairs.
"Guess you'll have to play some old ones."
"Wow man. That's agist."
Jon looked at him confused. "What?"
"Calling guitars old like that, as if their age values their worth."
Jon shook his head. "Oh my God." He sighed.

Upstairs they sat down around the table, David and Tico hadn't arrived yet, as Jon would always arrive before an agreed upon time. Richie knew that and was used to Jon always being early so he didn't mind waiting with him.

Their conversation from earlier was continued as Richie texted Sarah. It'd be about midmorning there so she should be back from driving Noah to school and he wanted to check in on Daniel as well.

"Daniel's teething." He said to Jon, making him groan in frustration.
"That sucks." He said, knowing the experience very well.
"Yeah, he was giving Sarah a hard time all night, makes me feel shitty for being away."
"True." Jon said. "Teething sucks but at least it's usually just a week or so, per tooth."
"Hopefully." Richie agreed with him. "At least she's able to stay with him, Noah's in school all day so that's more relaxed." He read another text from Sarah.
"He'll be fine." Jon reassured him.

Richie frowned as he texted with Sarah, devoting his attention to it instead of continuing the conversation with Jon.

After a few minutes Jon had to ask. "What's going on?" He asked.
"I'm not sure." He sighed. "Noah broke his arm two weeks ago but apparently it's been hurting the entire time so they're getting new x-rays."
"Fuck man. Do you guys ever catch a break?" Jon asked him, understanding the frustration.
Richie frowned. "Guess we'll see."

Not much later, they heard a knock, followed by David walking into the room

"David in da house." He announced.
"About damn time." Jon said.
"What are you talking about? I'm 10 minutes early." David told him.
"We've been here for 30." Richie pointed out and you live closerby. Gotta be here on time man."
"Oh quit your yaps." David said. "So are we just playing some today?"
"Yeah cause you need your practice." Jon said smartly.
"Tico isn't even here yet." David complained again.
"True, but he gets a free pass." Jon told him.

Richie enjoyed the bickering, it was nice to be with his friends again and it was almost nice to not have to worry about his children. It was nice to be away from it all and to enjoy himself.

Soon after Tico arrived and, after Jon had his warm-up cigarette, they got into the studio where Richie found one of his older guitars and picked it up. Knowing a song on this guitar or another one wouldn't really make a difference, in the end a guitar was still a guitar to him. He mainly had to remember how to play which songs and that would work on any guitar.

After an hour of messing around with the songs from their last album, they decided to take a little break.

It had felt good to play his guitar again. He hadn't played it much at all over the last few months, sometimes for Daniel but often he would search youtube or iTunes to find his songs to play for him since Daniel was so specific about what music he would listen to.

"Jonny?" He asked once David and Tico had left the studio.
"Yeah?"
"So what about what we talked about?" He was a little hesitant, he knew Jon wasn't an easy person to deal with or relent his authority. "Playing some of my songs?"
"I remember, we'll fit them into the shows."
"Should we practise them though? If Dave and Teek want to play them with me while you take a quick break during shows?"
Jon nodded. "Yeah, I guess we should."
"I've got the sheet music in my bag so I can show them."
"Oh." Jon said.
"Is that okay?" Richie asked quickly. "It's just a handful of songs. I don't really want to do the same one every night."
"Yeah alright."

Richie grabbed his bag and retrieved the papers from it.

"Guess I'll go sit down then." Jon said.

Richie recognized the tone of voice he used, Jon wasn't happy about it but it was what they had talked about and agreed upon.

"Wait." Richie said, making Jon stop from leaving the room, then noticing David making faces at them from the other side of the window. He shook his head and flipped him off while Jon gave him the same gesture. "I was thinking of something else," Richie started again, "what if we play songs together?"
"I'm not singing your songs." Jon pointed out a little too harshly.
Richie tried hard to ignore the snap and continued his suggestion. "That's not what I'm saying. We've done this before where we play one song and then you change to something else, then change back to the first song. We could do something like that." He explained, waiting for a response from Jon but he only looked intrigued. "We can figure out which of my songs could go well with one our original songs and mix it up that way."
Jon nodded. "Yeah, I kind of like that. We'll have to figure out which songs but it could work." He agreed.
"Yeah?" Richie asked, knowing he sounded much too excited but he couldn't deny Jon's agreement made him very happy.

Thursday, March 14, 2019

Chapter 51

His phone alarm rang much too early. He snoozed it. His body still felt tired but it was 9 o'clock and breakfast would be over in an hour and he would never pass on a free meal. For now, he closed his eyes again.

Minutes later his phone made the same alarm sound. He groaned and silenced the alarm.

His phone screen showed him several notifications. A few texts, some apps and social media. As he moved to sit in bed, so he wouldn't fall asleep again, he swiped away his alerts and opened his texts. One from his mother acknowledging he wouldn't be there in the morning and inviting him for dinner instead. The second one from Ava, telling him good morning. She must have just gotten up for school he thought as he replied to her.

He dressed quickly and headed down to the breakfast area to grab some food. The hotel had an expansive selection of breakfast items and best of all, there was bacon.

After breakfast he got into gear, he showered quickly and got dressed. Then grabbed his leather shoulder bag. That's all he would need today, his guitars and equipment had already been shipped to join the rest of the band's instruments.

Once outside, he had the joy and pleasure of hailing a taxi. He didn't want to deal with private drivers while Jon lived 5 minutes away. Technically he could walk it but he'd rather not. It only took a few tries before he could get a taxi to pull over.

"153 Mercer Street." He said as he got into the cab.

He felt silly when the taxi pulled over just a few minutes later, he told himself to walk back to the hotel later. Pulling out his wallet from his pocket, he asked the driver for his total and paid him in cash.

At the door he rang the bell and waited for an intercom response or the door to be buzzed open.

"Hello?" Came a voice from the speaker in the wall.
"Hey, it's me." He said, knowing Jon would know who would be visiting.
"Rich? Come in." The buzzer sounded as he invited him in.
"Thanks man." He said as he pushed open the door, then headed for the elevator.

Once inside the elevator, as he pushed the button for Jon's floor, his mind offered him a random memory from 30 years ago. When they first started selling out shows and staying at the nice hotels, how Jon used to be scared to get inside an elevator, he would rather take the stairs. Which often meant Richie did the same but now he was chuckling at the idea of Jon taking an elevator every single day.

Luckily the elevator didn't stop at any other floor than the one he needed to be at. The doors opened into a small foyer and he was greeted by Jon, holding the door open.

"Did you just get here?" Jon asked as he let Richie in.
Richie shook his head. "No, I decided on an earlier flight so I got here around 12.30."
"Makes sense, those red-eye flights are exhausting."
"Too old for that shit." Richie said as he followed Jon to the living room.

He sat his bag down beside the couch then sat down himself while Jon sat on the other couch. They had enough time until heading out to meet the rest of the guys for rehearsals. Jon's house was quiet as the children were all out at school and Richie figured Dorothea must be out as well since he had not seen her yet. They talked about the plan for the next week, how rehearsals would go and then the next leg of the tour.

Richie was getting more and more excited to catch up with everyone and play some music again. Their classics were stuck in his brain forever, the day he had to think of how to play Prayer or Wanted would never come, he was sure of that but the songs they wrote last year? He would definitely need a refresher on those ones.

He discussed with Jon how they would let him play at least one song per show, as they used to before. That way Jon could take a break himself and Richie could play something he wanted to artistically. He was relieved when Jon agreed it could be a song of his choice, not the same song each time, which Richie was very happy with. There were so many songs he loved to play and so many he would love to share with his audience which would mean, both Tico and David would need to learn some of his new songs as well. Rehearsals would be interesting.

Soon enough lunch time came around and the two headed out to go grab some lunch before making the drive out of the city to Jon's New Jersey house where they were all meeting at the studio.

Friday, March 8, 2019

Chapter 50

It was past 2 am when Richie finally dropped his bags in the middle of his hotel room. Regardless, he was glad he had taken an earlier flight so he could at least get some sleep in a bed rather than an airplane seat, business class or not.

He went to use the bathroom and had a drink of water before texting Sarah that he had finally arrived.

Instead of getting a text reply, he received a phone call and accepted it straight away, switching it to speakerphone.

"Hey." He could barely say before he could hear crying. "Sarah?" He asked worriedly but he didn't get a response.

Her voice sounded far away, as if she had made the call, then put down the phone without thought, which was exactly what she had done.

After a minute or two the crying finally subsided and Sarah amswered the phone.

"I'm sorry." Sarah said. "I started calling you and he just started crying."
"It's okay. What happened? I figured you'd be asleep by now." He said as he opened up his text conversation with Ava to let her know he had arrived as well.
"I'm not sure, he's been fussy all night." Sarah sighed, sounding tired.
"Hmmm," Richie thought, "is he just tired? Was he asleep?"
"Yeah, he was. He just woke up."
"Do you think anything's wrong? If he's sick?" He was a little worried, the past had been scary enough and it made them both scared for Daniel catching even the slightest cold.
"I don't think so. No fever or anything."
"What about teeth?" Richie asked, getting up from the bed, he pulled off his shirt, getting ready for bed.
Sarah sighed. "It's possible."
He smiled a little, knowing how she felt. "He'll be okay." He reminded her.
"I know." She knew it but dealing with a teething baby wasn't as okay. "I thought you were going to your mom's?"
"Yeah, I was but now I'm here earlier so I didn't want to show up at her house in the middle of the night. I'll probably visit her for dinner tonight." He said.
Sarah smiled to herself. "She'll like that."
"Yeah. It'll be nice to see her. It's been a couple months." He finished undressing and picked up his phone to reply to Ava's text, telling her to go to sleep. Then decided to take that advice for himself. "I think I'm going to go get ready for bed."

Sarah agreed, wanting to head to sleep as well to be rested enough to handle Daniel the next day. They said their goodbyes and disconnected their call.

His hotel room wasn't too big, it was comfortable enough to feel like home, that was something he liked about certain hotels, the effort they put in to make their guests feel at home. 

From his suitcase, he retrieved his toiletries bag and carried it to the bathroom so he could brush his teeth before getting comfortable in bed.

Despite it being almost 3 am and having set an alarm for only 6 hours for now, mainly so he wouldn't miss breakfast, falling asleep wasn't as easy as he had thought.

Now that he was here in New York, and technically only a few streets away from Jon's apartment, he felt nervous. He was unsure if it was the good kind of anxious or bad. It had been months since he had seen the guys, texts or conversations had been rare on all of their parts. The uncertainty of how they would all react to seeing him again, gave him an uneasy feeling but on the other hand, he was also excited to see his friends again.

At least Jon now understood what had happenned and how starting a conversation was hard, David and Tico had to be able to understand that as well.

Once he was able to convince himself that everything would be just fine, they were his closest friends after all. After 30 years, they would all understand his standpoint or know how he must have felt to make the choices he made.

Saturday, March 2, 2019

Chapter 49

Sunday morning came all too early for Richie when he woke up, earlier than he had expected. Somehow the anticipation had made him uneasy and he wasn't able to get a full night's sleep. Now it was early morning, the sun was only just rising and the room was still mostly dark. He turned over to his other side so he could snuggle Sarah and pull her against him as he spooned her. Her skin felt smooth against him as he didn't feel a trace of a fabric covering any part of her, he remembered last night.

The night before had been very interesting but so was any night he spent closely with Sarah. Intimacy was on top of the list of things he would miss from home, along with that he would miss waking up to his beautiful wife. Her beautiful, soft blonde hair, her wonderful and sweet face along with those lovely green eyes he could just melt away in.

The closeness they shared at night, would be replaced by an empty hotel bed and timezones between them. Richie had to remind himself that it might not be like that for the entire tour. Perhaps Sarah and Daniel would be able to join him for at least a little while. He knew she would be busy as Sarah was always picking more courses to take and add onto the degree she was working on.

He let his hand roam over her belly, finding nothing but soft skin, the perfect amount of plump. Once he reached her hip, he stroked his hand back up, cupping her breast when he found it to fit perfectly into his hand.

Sarah stirred against him, aware of what he was doing, she turned her head a little.

Richie took advantage of that and kissed her shoulder gently before moving up to her neck, placing small, short kisses until he reached her ear, where he nipped it.

She pulled away from his touch and turned over to her other side. Going straight for his lips, she kissed him deeply, continuing the kiss for a few minutes as she let her own hand roam over his chest.

Only too soon he grabbed her hand and moved it lower, being obvious with what he wanted without asking for it. Not that he needed to, Sarah knew what he liked so she obliged to what he was asking for.

Slowly she wrapped her hand around his penis, feeling how it was starting to enlarge due their kissing and gentle touches. She stroked him for a little while, before sitting up next to him.

Looking down at him, she smiled suggestively as she moved to sit between his legs.

Richie pushed himself up into a sitting position, giving Sarah more space. Seated, he would have a better view of what was coming. He watched as she lowered her head towards him. Her warm breath made him want her even more. She teased him as she avoided taking him in her mouth, arousing him in every other way possible.

When she finally took him in her mouth, she could hear him groan with pleasure and satisfaction. She made a continues bobbing motion as she sucked on him. Her right hand ventured up to cup his balls as she rolled them in her hand. Hearing him groan again, satisfied her.

After a few minutes she looked up at him, his satisfied expression stirred something inside her. She loved being able to make him feel that way.

But he couldn't always get what he wanted for himself, especially if it would be a while.

She moved him and stradled his hips, gently grinding against him. His hands took hold of her hips to try and lift her up Sarah did not allow him just yet. She leaned over him, distracting him with a deep kiss, her breasts brushing over his chest averted his attention and his hands took a hold of them, playing with them as Sarah finally lifted herself up so he could enter her.

He moved his hips against her, thrusting slowly insidr her but before he could go any faster, Sarah sat up, her hands pushed against his chest. She stopped him.

She tsk'd at him, giving him a stern look. Before she continued, she kissed him again. As she straightened again on top of him she started her motions against him, slowly she grinded her hips with his.

Only a few moments later she contracted around his dick, her orgasm washing over her.

Richie pulled pulled her down on his chest, his hands in her hair as he kissed her, his hips thrusting upwards as he held her.

Once again Sarah pulled away from him, after enjoying it for a little while, scolding him for not being more patient.

She silenced his excuses as she leaned back, placing her hands on his thighs as she found a balance to move up and down on him, making sure to have long and slow movements, feeling him inside her.

Not long after she started her teasing motions, Richie could feel his orgasm approach as she continued to keep her movements at the same speed. It was agonizing and enjoyable at the same time and he enjoyed every second of it.

When he could not contain himself anymore, he grabbed Sarah hips, holding them down on top of him as he released inside her, making Sarah moan his own release at the feeling of him deep inside her.

Basking in their pleasure, Sarah leaned over and placed gentle kisses on his shoulder and neck, once again his hands disappeared into her hair as he held her close to him.