Chapter twenty-seven

"Oh." Sarah said in time with the next piece of fireworks.

"Yeah, I'm sorry." He said.
"Why Richie? Why are you sorry?" She didn't move from his arms and stayed comfortable reclining against him.
"I don't know. I don't even know if you want to get married again. Do you?" He asked unsure of wanting to know the answer.
"I do." Was Sarah's immediate response.
Again fireworks popped in the air, this time a rainbow of colors rained down on them, making them

both admire it for a minute.

“Do you?” She asked back.
“I do. I like knowing my girl is there for me and to share that bond.” He said honestly.

After their conversation fireworks started popping more rapidly, they both didn’t know if they should say more and stayed in conversational silence but comfortable in their embrace as they watched the fireworks.



Finally, the fireworks quieted down and they sat in silence.

“Want to go inside?” Richie asked, rubbing his hands over her arms.
“Yeah. Do you want to go to bed? I know it’s early but we can cuddle.” Sarah sat up and looked over her shoulder at him with a smile.

Richie was mesmerized by how beautiful she looked just then, her eyes bright green, smiling at him. He smiled back at her beauty.

“I’d love to do that.” As he said it, Sarah stood up for Richie to get up too.

Sarah walked over to the bed with Richie following her. She sat down on her side of the bed while Richie lied down on his side, padding the bed. Sarah obliged and lied down to face him. Then she slowly reached in to kiss him.

He loved that she was taking initiative even though he knew it was still difficult for her to do so.

“I love you.” She said when their kiss broke apart.

He also understood she needed to hear it from him and he told her he loved her as he slid a little closer to her and put his arm around her to pull her closer against him.

Sarah lifted her leg over his hips to be even closer, as she did, her dress rose on her legs.

His hand traveled from her back to the back of her knee to stroke gently up her tight under her dress, perplexed by how soft her skin felt. He reached in for another kiss, softly prying apart her lips to taste her. As his hand played on her leg, he pushed he dress higher up until he could let his fingers slide under the fabric of her underwear on her hip.

Sarah’s own hand went under his shirt to feel the warm skin of his back.

Just her slightest touch turned him on, he was sure Sarah could feel it too, being so close to him.

Gotten used to it now, it didn’t scare her anymore; she still thought it unbelievable she could turn him on.

In an instant Richie sat up and took off his shirt, wanting more of her touch. As he had hoped, Sarah’s hand moved from his back to his chest, twining her fingers in his chest hair.

He started to feel left out, not being able to touch more of her skin. He could touch her legs but he wanted more, he always wanted more, he couldn’t get enough of her. Carefully he reached behind her, finding the zipper on her back, slowly pulling it down.

Sarah pulled away from his chest for Richie to pull down her dress. Helping to pull it over her shoulder, he noticed the white cotton bra she was wearing, a little disappointed it wasn’t lace but wondering if the panties were matching.

Sarah let him take off her dress, leaving her in her underwear.

Even in her underwear she looked beautiful, she always looked beautiful, whatever she wore or didn’t.

Her leg tightened around his hip, holding him firmer in place.

He kissed her lips again, then slowly moved to her neck and shoulders, nipping at her obstructive bra strap, causing Sarah to gasp with surprise and excitement. His hand roamed over her back again before opening the clasp between her shoulder blades.

He helped her out of the garment and cupped her breast with the same hand he had used to open her bra.

His soft and gentle touches had her breathing heavy in minutes. It turned her on and wanting more. She spread her hand on his chest, feeling the hairs against the palm of her hand.

Richie’s own hand travelled over belly to where he could feel the cotton of her panties. It didn’t stop him and he slipped his hand inside, playing through the coarse hair he found, making Sarah wait in anticipation for more but he didn’t.

She wondered why he didn’t, he must know what she wanted, he usually knew better than she did herself.

Every touch he made, every kiss made her want him more and now that he was delaying it, it made her go crazy.

She pushed her hips closer to him, her chest to his, kissed him but nothing made him go on.

“Richie.” She finally sighed in anticipation and frustration.

He kissed her again then and sat up to take his jeans off. Usually he liked help with it but for now he was happy with her suggesting going to bed. Grabbing the sides of her underwear, he pulled the fabric down and over her legs too.

He lay back down next to her, pulling her leg over his hip again, wrapping his arm around her to push her against him feeling her tight nipples against him, made him want her even more. He kissed her softly, pulling her face close to his, kissing her again.

“I love you.” He whispered against her lips before claiming them again.

When he let go Sarah could say the words back.

His hand stroking her leg again made her feel like her skin was on fire, wanting all of his touches and more. She lifted her leg higher over his, pulling him closer.

Unlike weeks ago, feeling his erection against her turned her on, hastening her breathing, she reached in for another soft kiss, even his soft lips were turning her on.

Richie knew she was getting closer and ready, his grip on her leg tightened as he lifted it so he could fit between.

His hard dick easily found accommodation in her warmth.

She gasped and sighed when he was fully inside her.

“Still okay?” Was his reaction to her gasp.

She nodded again him, then reached up to kiss him.

With utmost care he thrusted in and out of her, she was still very tight around him, which made it hard for him to hold back.

His moving in and out of her made her walls contract around him, holding him inside her for a second before releasing.

He’d known she was close. Due to his position he couldn’t move faster and kept a steady pace.

Richie’s hand stroked from her leg up to her back and cupper her breast again, playing with her nipple. He kissed her, there was no need to pry her lips open as her tongue was inside his mouth as soon as the opportunity was there. It was a simple thing but her action set his balls on fire.

His slow thrusts made Sarah feel every inch of him. The exquisite feeling, made her throw back her head in delight, exposing her neck.

Losing her lips to kiss, he moved on to her neck.

The tingling feeling spread all over her body until she couldn’t stand it anymore and exploded with a scream of his name.

Her screaming his name was his ultimate delight, the tightening feeling around him, made the fire in his balls go up, shooting inside her, the feeling spreading all over his body.

He pulled her against him as they both found their release, then just held her.

He could feel her breathing slow down against his chest.

After a minute he reached for one of the small cotton towels he kept by his bed, wrapping it around his dick before pulling out of her, avoiding making a mess, then threw it to the floor.

Sarah could feel his dick now softer in between them, mesmerized how hard it had been only a few minutes ago.

“Hun?” He snapped her back to reality. “Relax.” He said.

Confused, Sarah frowned, how could she relax even more?

Richie tightened his grip on her and rolled her to her back, moving on top of her. He didn’t want her to freak out again, he hadn’t planned it but there was only one way she’d get over it.

“Look at me.” He said gently.

She hadn’t closed her eyes but avoided eye contact. With another gentle prod, she looked him in the eyes. His chocolate brown eyes were so different from Jonathan’s, these were full of love.

“It was mean to tell you to work on it, we should do it together. Focus on me, okay?”

Sarah nodded and kept her eyes on his. She thought of how beautiful his eyes were, of all the nice things he did for her, how amazing he was but Richie was the one to break their contact and looked at her lips.

They looked so gorgeous red, full and so beautifully kiss swollen, he had to bend down and kiss them again.

Sarah was let down by the break of their contact but his kiss did make it a little better. She didn’t want to stop him until she had to, she wanted to get over this too and start over with him, so she let him move down to her neck as he did.

He loved the soft sensitive skin of her neck and how it made her twitch when he licked it. He moved on to her left shoulder and looked up to her cheek.

What he saw made him frown a little confused and he tried to look closer despite the lack of light in the room. He couldn't see it clearly but he was sure it was there, it seemed almost hidden by her hair.

“Sarah?” He asked unsure to even ask her about it. “You got a big scar here.” He said, eventhough it was hardly noticable.

Instead of looking at the long, thin line from between her hairline and ear almost down to her jaw, he looked up at her.

He could hear her swallow and watched her press her eyes closed.

He knew what she was doing but couldn’t let her do it.

“No, no, no.” He sat up and Sarah’s eyes shot open.

Gently, he pulled her up to sit in front of him.

“Don’t do it on your own, tell me what happened, don’t keep it in there.” He playfully tapped a finger against her head.