Angel's Smile

by The Fiction Mistress



Richie smiled gratefully at Jon as he handed him a cup of steaming black coffee. “Thanks, man.”

“Not a problem,” Jon grinned, taking in his friend’s pensive expression. “You still sure you wanna go through with this?”

Richie took his first sip of caffeine and relaxed, his expression smoothing. “Never been more sure of anything. This ain’t like last time.”

“I know. She’s a great girl. And it’s normal to have the jitters on your wedding day.”

Wondering if Lainey was having the same butterflies, Richie grinned. “As soon as I see her I’ll be fine.”

Jon walked over and patted him reassuringly on the shoulder. “Alright, I’m gonna go get ready. Call me if you need anything old man.”

“I think I can manage to dress myself Kidd.” Richie took his coffee and walked out onto his suite’s balcony overlooking the beach where in just a few hours he’d be taking vows for the second time in his life. His expression sobered momentarily as he considered the outcome of the first time, but then remembered his gorgeous blonde daughter who would be serving as a junior bridesmaid in this very untraditional “event.”

Lainey didn’t even want to call it a ceremony. She had insisted on a civil service on the beach where they had fallen in love, with just a few close family and friends in attendance. Out of respect for his faith and for his mother, she had agreed to allow a priest to bless the union afterwards, but that was the only remotely religious aspect of the day. Shaking his head with a smile, he realized for probably the thousandth time that it was one of the things he loved most about her. She didn’t bow to pressure from anyone – not even him.

He finished his coffee and walked back inside. The sun was beginning its ascent up the azure sky, and in just a couple of hours, he’d once more be a married man. He grinned at his reflection in the bathroom mirror as his robe fell to the floor. Lainey had given him very strict instructions on exactly what to wear, how she wanted his hair, even how much stubble she wanted him to leave. But he was more than happy to do whatever was necessary to please her.

After taking a hot shower and grooming himself to her exact specifications, he opened the door to the suite’s walk-in closet. There was no tuxedo waiting for him – nothing fancy. Instead, the outfit she had selected for him was a simple pair of black pants with a thin white linen shirt. He slipped into his clothes, leaving the top few buttons undone on his shirt to offer a glimpse of tan chest, then sat to pull on his boots, wondering what she was doing at that moment.

While she had been very specific with her instructions on what he should wear, she had been secretive about her own attire, and he couldn’t wait to see her. He hoped she’d be in a dress as untraditional as she was. That was what had attracted him to her all along.

A soft knock at the door echoed through the suite and Richie opened it to find Jon, his best man, waiting on the other side with a huge smile. “Just saw your lady,” he said, walking in with a clear plastic florist’s box containing their boutonnieres in his hand. “And she’s looking HOT.”

“Well of course she is,” Richie replied with an easy chuckle as Jon handed him the box.

“She wants to know if you’ve changed your mind yet.”

“She knows better than that,” Richie said, moving to a mirror in the foyer and pulling the pearl stick pin from the stem of the pale peach rose that would complete his outfit. “Where does this thing go, man?”

“Fuck if I know. I think it’s supposed to be on the right though.” Jon moved in front of his friend, grimacing at his reflection in the mirror as he adjusted his own boutonniere.

“Those your pants?” Richie eyed his light tan linen pants critically. “Why are we different?”

“Because I’m assuming Lainey wants you to stand out from me. Like that could ever be a problem Freakzilla.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Richie said, rolling his eyes but then focusing his concentration on getting the rose perfectly positioned.

“Ok, you ready?” Jon asked, turning to inspect his friend from head to toe.

“More ready than you can imagine,” Richie said emphatically. And it was true, he was ready for it all to be over with so he could take her in his arms for the first time as his wife.

Less than an hour later, he was standing on the beach with Jon on one side and a justice of the peace on the other. The sky was a brilliant blue and it was a perfect day, not too hot and not too cool. He paused to take in the surroundings, committing everything to memory. He knew it would be a day he would never forget.

A few simple white wooden folding chairs had been set up on the beach. His mother was sitting in one nearly right in front of him, smiling her encouragement. The other guys were there with their dates. Lainey’s mother and a few of her friends were there as well. Thankfully, her sister had gotten ill at the last minute and hadn’t been able to make the trip overseas from Scotland. Richie couldn’t say he was disappointed. He still wasn’t sure how two such complete opposites could be siblings.

His thoughts were interrupted as Jon picked up his guitar at a signal from Lainey’s friend, Diane, standing at the edge of a white tent several meters away. He began to softly play and Richie beamed with pride when he saw Ava, looking incredibly grown-up in a light peach silk sundress with her long blonde hair pulled up in a very sophisticated up-do. Swallowing hard, he realized that his little girl was growing up right before his eyes, and he was thankful that he would now have Lainey to share in that joy.

She was grinning from ear to ear as she walked down the aisle in the sand toward her father with Diane following, wearing a more grown-up version of Ava’s sundress in a slightly deeper shade. They took their places on the other side of the justice of the peace, and then he saw his bride for the first time.

Lainey’s father could only be described as beaming as he proudly began the short journey down the makeshift aisle with his daughter on his arm, but Richie only had eyes for Lainey.

His throat clogged with emotion as his gaze swept over her, from the elegant lines of her champagne-colored gown to her stylish chignon, marveling at the fact that this woman was going to be his wife in just a few short minutes.

When she made it to his side, she smiled up at him and whispered, “You didn’t change your mind.”

“Not a freaking chance in hell, baby,” he replied, grinning as he took her hand from her father and closed both of his big palms over hers.

Moments later, it was done, and the priest who had been standing inconspicuously to the side came forward to offer a brief blessing.

Jon couldn’t help but smile at the enormous grin on Richie’s face and leaned forward to whisper, “You done good, man.”

The reception was a simple affair on the beach that the resort had closed to all but the wedding guests. Tables were laden with food, wine and champagne began to flow, and an acoustic ensemble played by a small dance floor.

Lainey hadn’t wanted big, fancy, or fussy, and Richie realized that she had created the perfect blend of their favorite foods, their favorite music, and their favorite people to celebrate their happiness.

The happy couple sat to the side, quietly enjoying the afternoon with Richie’s arm hanging lightly around Lainey’s slim shoulders. Her lips turned up in amusement as she watched Ava spinning around the dance floor. “She’s so beautiful, Richie.”

“And she loves you to death, sweetheart. She told me last night she was so happy to have a step-mom as cool as you.”

They danced, they laughed, they toasted, and before anyone knew it, the afternoon was nearly over and the sun was rapidly descending toward the horizon. Richie leaned forward, lightly stroking her bare shoulder with a gentle fingertip. “You know what time it is, don’t you sweetheart?” he whispered.

“Finally,” she replied emphatically. “I’ve been waiting all day to have some alone time with you.”

Richie stood and signaled to Jon to get the other guests quiet. “Family and friends, Lainey and I are so glad you could be here for our special day. We met here on this beach, and it was the perfect way to celebrate our love, to bring you all here, together with us, as we start our life together as a married couple.”

There was a smattering of light applause as everyone raised their glasses at Richie’s cue. Taking Lainey by the hand, he swept her onto the dance floor, his eyes never leaving hers. “I figure we’ve got exactly ten minutes before I can get you alone. Let’s just finish this dance, cut the cake, smile, say our goodbyes…”

“And then you’re all mine, big boy,” she finished for him, a teasing glint in her eyes.

Richie chuckled softly. “Who would have ever believed that just a few short months ago you were such an innocent angel?”

Lainey gasped as if she was offended, but he could see the laughter lurking in her eyes. “And what am I now?”

“Still an angel, but an insatiable one.”

Lainey winked coyly. “You got that right. And just wait til you see what I have in store for you tonight.”

Richie leaned in close, his words for her ears only. “Do you have a special wedding gift for me, Angel?” His warm breath insinuated its way into her ear and she couldn’t repress a slight shiver.

“Indeed I do, but you’ll have to wait to see what it is.”

With his broad palm against her lower back, he pulled her as close as possible, so she could feel exactly how aroused he was. “Don’t make me wait too long, baby.”

A small smile lingered on her lips as she stared at the expanse of tan chest visible beneath his unbuttoned shirt. “Let’s get out of here,” she whispered.

As promised, they finished their obligatory dance and cut the cake, and while Lainey made a valiant effort to smear just a bit of white icing on his tan cheek, Richie grabbed her wrist at the last moment. “Don’t make me spank you, sweet Angel.”

“Promises, promises,” she retorted with a wicked smile on her face as she plunged her thumb into her mouth and sucked forcefully to remove the icing as she pulled it back out.

Richie’s eyes lingered on those luscious full lips. “Evil, evil woman,” he whispered under his breath, then groaned as she moved to stand in front of him for a photo and pressed her bottom enticingly against his growing arousal.

At that moment, he knew she was hell-bent on teasing him until he could get her alone, so he quickly ushered her over to say goodnight to her parents and friends while he pressed a loving kiss to his mother’s cheek and gave Ava an enormous bear hug.

“So I’m guessing we won’t be seeing the two of you again tonight,” Jon said with a knowing smile and a wink.

“That would be a no,” Richie said, laughing as he guided his bride away from the reception.

Once the elevator doors closed as they made their way to their suite, Richie placed his hands lightly on her shoulders, his eyes filled with happiness. “Can you believe we did it?”

“No,” she admitted honestly. “I feel like I’m dreaming.”

“Well, in just a few minutes, I’ll prove that you’re not,” he promised, guiding her into the private corridor leading to the Honeymoon Suite.

Angel gasped when he opened the door. To say the suite was opulent was a gross understatement. It was easily larger than the house she had grown up in, yet still felt welcoming. The cool marble floors were covered with elegant Persian rugs. Lavish but tasteful furnishings filled each of the rooms, including a dining room large enough to seat 16, but set for only two. She was drawn though to the breathtaking panoramic views of the ocean from the balcony.

“Oh my God, Richie,” she breathed, letting the ocean breeze kiss her face. “This is just beautiful.”

After handing her a flute of champagne, he pulled her back against his chest and encircled her waist with his arm, pressing a quick kiss to her shoulder. “I know,” he said softly. “Wait til you see the balcony off the master bedroom. It has a Jacuzzi.”

“Well what the hell are we waiting for?” Angel grinned. She had gotten a late start enjoying the pleasures of the flesh and wasn’t willing to waste any more time.

“You know, patience is a virtue, Mrs. Sambora,” he chuckled, allowing her to lead him back into the suite by the hand.

His comment made her stop and she turned back to him, her fingers pressed to her lips. “Oh my God. That’s who I am now…”

“Yes,” he nodded gravely, pulling her into his embrace, “but more importantly, you’re my Angel.”

His lips lowered to hers and without thinking, she wrapped her arms around his neck, reveling in the delicious width of his shoulders as he seemed to surround her, making her feel very small, yet very safe and secure.

His hands shook as he gently stroked her cheeks with his thumbs. “God, you’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he whispered, his long fingers deftly finding the pins holding her hair up and removing them one by one. She winced slightly from having her thick hair up for so many hours as it finally tumbled around her shoulders and down her back. Pulling her close against him, he rested his chin lightly on the top of her head and buried his hands in her hair, slowly combing through it with his fingers.

“I don’t know why you women go through all that,” he whispered as he soothed her scalp, tracing light circles.

“Because we like to look good for our men,” she replied softly, her eyes closed, her cheek pressed against his hard chest, just enjoying the moment and the feeling of his hands softly gliding through her hair.

“Darlin’, you always look good to me, no matter what,” he replied.

At that moment, there was a discreet knock at the door.

“Who’s that?” she asked, still not moving away from him because she was far too content to worry about whomever was foolish enough to interrupt them on their wedding night.

“Stay right here,” he whispered, “I had some food delivered from the reception. You barely ate a thing…and you’re gonna be needing your strength…’

“I’m just going to go change,” she said dreamily, completely relaxed.

“But…wait…” The knock sounded louder and she disappeared into the master bedroom. He had wanted to undress her, to revel in her luscious figure as he slowly removed each garment. Biting back a curse, he let the catering staff in and stood impatiently by as they set up an elaborate spread in the suite’s dining room.

He offered them a generous tip and swept them out the door as quickly as possible, anxious to get back to Angel. In the suite, he discovered her gown lying gently across a side chair, her shoes on the floor next to it. He lifted the dress and didn’t find any lingerie, so he hoped he wasn’t too late.

“Angel, darlin’, can I come in?” he asked, knocking gently on the door to the master bathroom.

“I was just about to take a shower, wash some of this sand off,” she called.

Quickly opening the door, he admired the picture she made. Her head was bent and her arms were raised as she looped her hair into a loose ponytail and pulled it through. The perfection of her creamy skin was complimented by sheer white lace panties and a strapless bustier. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he drew her to him, admiring her fair skin against his darker complexion in the mirror. “How did I ever get this lucky?” he murmured into her hair, cupping her bottom with his hands as he pressed her firmly against his persistent erection.

“You must have been born under a lucky star,” Angel said with a grin. “Are you planning to shower with me or leave me to my own devices?”

“Honey, I don’t think you’re ever gonna shower alone again,” he whispered hotly against her cheek, lifting her just slightly so that she could feel the pulsating hardness trapped between them. “But I have a different idea.”

Taking her by the hand, he led her out to the balcony. The sun had set and the sky was turning a deep indigo, full of shimmering stars, with a full moon shining overhead. Because of the balcony’s position on the corner of the building, they had complete privacy. After seating her on one of the cushioned chaises, he turned on the jacuzzi’s taps and poured a generous amount of lavender scented oil into the warm water. He quickly produced a lighter stick and soon the entire balcony was bathed in candlelight from several glass votives and hurricane lanterns set up on every flat surface.

“You certainly know how to set a scene, Mr. Sambora,” she said coyly.

“Only the best for you Mrs. Sambora,” he replied. Once he was satisfied, he pulled her up to stand in front of him, his large hands creeping around her waist to unfasten her bustier as her delicate fingers unbuttoned his shirt. “I just never get tired of saying that.”

She smiled as she pushed the garment off his broad shoulders, lost in the perfection of his lean, tan muscles. “I never get tired of hearing you say it,” she whispered.

When her breasts were bare, he glanced down and shook his head. “God, I don’t deserve you honey.”

In response, she knelt before him, gently tracing the outline of his erection through the fine linen fabric of his pants. He stiffened, wanting to take her at that moment and bury himself inside her, but willing to bear this exquisite torture.

She eased carefully eased his pants up and over his throbbing cock and let them fall to the floor. “Sometimes I feel the same way…like I don’t deserve you,” she whispered, her warm breath caressing him. “But then I remember how perfectly made we are for each other, as if we were created for each other…”

He sucked in his breath as her lips gently closed around him, taking him as far as she could inside her mouth and slowly moving back and forth, her tongue teasing the underside with each stroke.

“Fuck…baby…stop…not like this…” He spoke through gritted teeth as if he were in pain. Finally, when he couldn’t take any more, he grabbed her shoulders, fervently murmuring “enough” as he pulled her to her feet. “No more waiting Angel. I need to feel you.”

He gently slid her panties down her hips and pulled her into the Jacuzzi after him. Leaning back against the cool marble, he drew her down against him, smiling as she instinctively placed her knees on either side of his hips and positioned herself over him.

With his hand firmly around her waist, his eyes glittered black as the night as she slowly, inch by inch, lowered herself onto his swollen cock. He shook his head, remembering exactly how innocent she was just a few months earlier as she began to undulate against him, a low growl coming from his chest. Somehow, she seemed to know exactly how to move, exactly what turned him on the most. “God, you are such a quick learner.”

“I have a good teacher,” she said wickedly, placing her hands on his shoulders and leaning forward to press her breasts into his face.

“Hopefully I can keep up with my best student,” he replied, his big hands cupping her ass as he pulled her harder against him with each downward stroke, enjoying her soft little moans as the warm water swirled around them.

For all her teasing and wicked words, he knew her body as well as she knew his. Within minutes she was breathing like she was getting close, her pupils dilated with lust, her soft moans driving him crazy. “That’s it baby. Come for me,” he whispered, his eyes never leaving hers as she bit her lip and worked his cock inside her dripping pussy.

At that moment, he reached down between them and brushed his thumb lightly across her clit twice, then down it once, and she collapsed, spasming around him. He came with a shout, his arms instinctively surrounding her as he pulled her close, pulsing endlessly inside her welcoming warmth.

When he finally began to regain some semblance of control over his breathing, he looked around, wanting to commit everything to memory…the beautiful night sky, the crashing of the waves in the distance, and his wife draped across his body.

“I love you Mrs. Sambora.”

“I love you too Richie,” she replied, resting contently on his chest.

Wanna Go For a Ride?

By JBJBounce





Smiling down at her slumberous eyes, he couldn’t help be turned on by the tiny pinkini that clung to her slender body. She’d been sunbathing in the warm California heat by his pool, drowsing to the backdrop of the waterfall’s soothing sound. “Sleep well, Angel?” He asked, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he lightly teased.

Turning her body to look up at him, forgetting that her top wasn’t fastened, Angel smiled up and yawned, “uh huh”, completely comfortable lying there with only the thong bottom still attached. “So what has you so cheerful?” She noticed immediately that not only was her darling rock star dressed in a pair of shorts and a filmy white shirt that hadn’t been buttoned, his shorts were heavily tented in the front. Her eyes were trained on that as she had spoken.

“Hey, my eyes are up here, darlin” he grinned, “although you’re not helping my concentration laying there half naked.”

Licking her lips delicately, she bit down on her bottom lip and a sensually evil glimmer appeared in her eyes, “I know how to distract it even more.”

He laughed lightly, “I’ll bet you do. Get up though, I have a surprise.” Offering his hand he helped her up and wrapped her kimono around her shoulders, “out front”. Still holding her hand he led her to the front of the sprawling home and beamed as he opened the door. Sitting in the drive in front of the door was a gleaming new pink Ferrari. “Wanna go for a ride?”

Squealing in delight, she ran out to the car running her fingers down the sleek hood and quickly opened the driver’s door to inspect the interior. Her favorite color was pink and he’d obviously special ordered the shimmering, crystal pink car for her for her birthday. Finding a state of the art stereo system inside along with a GPS system and a plethora of other high-tech gadgets, she giggled at his generosity. One thing nobody could say was that Richie was stingy. Satisfied, she climbed back out and scampered back to where he stood to give him a proper kiss of thanks before racing back in to get her drivers license.

When she got back outside, still dressed in only her bikini bottom and the kimono, she discovered that Richie was behind the driver’s seat and the car engine was humming in anticipation. Sighing she climbed in and looked forward to the ride.

He wheeled the car out of the drive and headed for the Pacific Coast Highway to put her through her paces. Knowing that the winding road would be the perfect place to show Angel what kind of speed, maneuverability and responsiveness the car had. She sat back and marveled at it, getting turned on by the way he handled the power of the vehicle that was roaring down the highway.

Watching him focus, feeling the intensity of his concentration was even more of an aphrodisiac. Squirming in her seat, her hand snaked down to his thigh, stroking it as he down shifted the engine, hearing his hiss as she casually unzipped his shorts and withdrew the thick purpling head of his rod from the constricting fabric. She was mildly surprised, however, much impressed by his unswerving attention to the road. Grinning to herself, aware that up ahead there was a decently long stretch of mostly straight road. Unfastening her seat belt, she slipped down on her seat and leaned across to where her goal was jutting from his shorts. His growled warning wasn’t enough to stop her.

Purring softly, her lips touched the very head of it, lightly dropping a feather soft kiss as her fingers stroked down his impressive length. Settling down in the awkward position caused by the stick shift located between the seats, her lips parted and the flat of her tongue lapped the silky flesh. Laving the entire head with it before nipping at the edges of its crown and taking it all into her mouth. Her tongue exploring every inch, every throbbing vein as she slid deeper onto him.

Richie forced himself to focus on the road and not the woman whose head was in his lap to keep from steering the expensive, sleek car down the side of the cliffs below them. He groaned when her tongue darted into the slit at the head of his dick, nearly closed his eyes as she engulfed it with her hot, wet, greedy mouth. Roared in satisfaction when she swallowed even more of him, bobbing up and down as she worked at giving him the ride of his life in her brand new car. Glancing down he noticed that her silk kimono had come loose and her beautiful perky breasts were free for his taking. Reaching down, he filled his hand with one of those full, heated orbs and began testing the weight, stroking the heated flesh, and finding that the more he played with her, the more intense the action in his lap. Biting down on his own lip, his eyes began searching for somewhere to pull off the road before he crashed.

Angel moaned when his long, talented fingers began rolling her nipple between them, and nearly bit down on him when he pinched it rather hard, streaking desire and need between her thighs to her very core. Vaguely aware that she was reclining on the front seat of her car covered by little more than a strip of material no wider than a postage stamp. His questing hand didn’t stop there, it followed the contours of her body and soon was stroking her bared hip, skimming downward under the edge of her thong. Swallowing at the invasion of his hand under her thong and just barely reaching the wet slit there, she wriggled closer to give him better access.

Chuckling at her movement that gave him just what he wanted, his fingers slipped into the folds of her heat and began stroking, finding the hidden bud within and teased it, listening to the hitch in her breathing as he took her attention away from what she was doing to him and refocusing it on what he was doing to her. His Angel was a sensual creature and turning her on and bringing her to orgasm was an easy task. Flicking against the sensitive nub, he felt her mouth more insistently on his throbbing cock and pulled over. Throwing the car into park, he gathered her closer, plunging two fingers deep inside her as her mouth slipped lower and then rose and dropped again on his shaft. “Oh god, Angel.” He moaned, stroking harder inside her, his thumb tormenting her clit while his fingers pushed further inside.

Tasting the salty, musky fluid of his engorged, thick hardness, she knew from experience that very soon he would lose control and the hot rush of liquid would flood her mouth and throat. Shuddering at the pleasure building inside her, she quickened her pace, wanting them both to reach culmination in tandem, screaming out his name when her orgasm spiked through her.

.~.~.

Her eyes fluttered open to discover she was laying spread eagle in the middle of his bed, his beard and mustache glistening from his ministrations, a wide grin sparking from his eyes as much as his lips. It took a moment to understand that her dream wasn’t real, yet the man who’d awakened her with a thorough tongue lashing at the apex of her thighs was very real. Lifting up onto his elbows, she could see the evidence of his arousal from making her come into an awaked state and she raised one eyebrow.

Smiling, Jack licked his lips, “wanna go for a ride?”

The Lesson

by Tara Leigh




She looked down at the postcard for the fifth time in as many minutes. Landing on her desk at 8am that morning, it had done nothing but tease her. An address and the cryptic note to bring her guitar had done nothing to ease the curiosity. She already had her guitar with her. She had a lesson that evening with her instructor, but William wasn’t nearly this inventive or cryptic.
He had one focus—getting her to learn the acoustic guitar. And his lessons were grueling, but informative, persistently boring but informative. She eased her car into a spot, dropping her gaze to the postcard one last time. She looked down the street and back up at the building before her. It was one of those converted warehouses, turned trendy condos in the heart of the city.
“Four-A,” she muttered to herself and hauled her guitar out of the backseat. She entered the turn-style doors, her boots clicking on the high end marble as she was met by a security guard.
“Hello, Miss. Can I help you?”
He had a quietly friendly face with twinkling grey eyes. She couldn’t help but smile at him, even if she was still completely lost. “Um, I was told to meet someone here. Four-A is the address.”
He looked down at her guitar, then back to her face. “Ahh, yes. I was advised to expect you.”
“But you don’t even know my name.”
“I know what I need to know and your description is spot on.” He smiled and held out a key. “You’ll need this for the elevator. It’s one of our protected floors.”
Her frown deepened, but she accepted the key and headed to the elevators as the security guard instructed. It didn’t take but a moment for the doors to swish open, revealing a huge, gilded car. It had to be an old utility elevator, but it had been repurposed with brass and copper tin with fleur de lis embossing and iridescent jade insets. It was over the top in the way that only the rich could be.
Tipping the case against the wall, she slid the key into the slim panel’s lock and pressed four. The rise was seamless as well greased wheels transported her to the correct floor. Expecting a hallway and a door, she wasn’t prepared for the wide open floor plan. Windows faced out along the entire length of the space. The panels were naked with a muted privacy tinting that let in natural light that blew open the room until she felt her mouth drop open. Natural wood, matte wrought iron touches and a trunk the size of bed littered the first half of the room.
The trunk was battered, echoing the heavy iron in its hinges and huge lock. A large white, oriental style tray curved off the trunk with a fluid array of candles flickering even with the daylight streaming in. Ginger and apples drifted her way as she slowly moved into the room.
Hardwood floors gleamed in between area rugs that seemed to be haphazardly strewn across the space. A stone fireplace dominated one wall with a mantle dotted with even more candles in pots, jars and simple pillars. Plants seemed to spill off every available surface from tables, a hutch, to a simple yet complicated series of shelves that framed the entire room’s ceiling. Climbing vines, trees, African violet and a host of other greens she couldn’t identify lent a homey feel.
“I hope you don’t mind the ginger. I’m going through a phase.”
She whipped around, her hand to her heart. “Jesus, you sca—“ She wasn’t sure if it was a gasp or a half shriek as her voice simply turned off in the middle. It couldn’t be. Obviously it wasn’t.
Her eyes dropped to the long, lean feet buried into the muted golds and greens of the Persian rug that delineated the living area from the dining. They were tanned and half hidden by frayed ends of jeans that were truly worn. Not the faux worn that were so much a part of the designer jeans out there now, but the kind that were worn every weekend because they were like an old friend.
The denim wasn’t tight to his long legs, just coasted up and hugged…her eyes skittered away from the rather impressive line of his inseam and up to the whiter than white shirt that hugged his lean belly and wide chest. There was a deep V showing off more of that tanned skin with a tangle of beads and chain that was as much a part of him as breath.
The cotton hugged his arms, showing corded muscles, ending in another layer of beads in deep browns, blacks and varying earth tones that climbed up from his wrist. Fingers that she knew would be long and elegant were half tucked away in his pockets.
Her eyes finally found his face and the amused dimple was the last straw. She dropped her guitar case. “Oh, shit.”
“Now is that any way to treat your pride and joy?” He stepped forward, his hand outstretched. “I hear it’s someone’s birthday.”
“What?” She looked at him blankly, then at his hand and back to his warm, dark eyes.
“You have some very special friends, Elaine.” His brows furrowed and he cupped her hand in both of his. “Such a stuffy name doesn’t suit you. Ellie? No…”
Her breath caught at the heat that seemed to radiate off his hands. Not sweaty, just hot. Unbelievably hot. “Lainey,” she said softly.
“Lains,” he corrected with a smile. “I like Lains the best.” He folded his fingers around her palm and lifted her guitar case. “If that’s okay?”
Her stomach was somewhere between her knees and her feet, but she managed to croak out, “yes, that’s fine.”
“Excellent.” He led her to a wide chaise in a linen finish. “Right, as I was saying…” he sat down, tugging her down to sit beside him. Setting the case on the plush Persian rug, he took her other hand until both were clasped. “You have amazing friends. I received a letter that you had very little in the way of birthday wishes, but a lesson with me was at the very top.”
“I--“ She swallowed and tried again. “It wasn’t—“ She huffed out a breath. “They what?” There was no way she could cover it up, she was as confused as you could get. Her friends managed to get her a private lesson with Richie Sambora? How did that even happen?
“I don’t do this sort of thing. In fact, I’m the last guy that should be teaching guitar.” He laughed, his thumbs smoothing over her wrists. “I taught myself.”
“I’ve been taking lessons,” she managed to say as her entire body went haywire. “I uh,” she swallowed and ordered herself to have a moment of clarity for God’s sake. He was just a man. Okay, so he six feet plus of near perfection, but honestly…just a man. “I really admire your acoustic work.” She ducked her head, letting the curtain of her hair shield her features.
He tapped her case. “Well then, let’s get started.” He flicked the locks back and pulled out her guitar, his long tapered fingers coasting over the body of the guitar and strummed, automatically tuning it before settling it on his lap, tight to his body.
I’m never getting rid of that guitar.
A song she’d never heard fluttered out of Joe V. Yeah, yeah her guitar had a name—It was good enough for BB King, dammit. The tones were sweet and a little sad. His long fingers plucked at the strings without a pick. The soft flick of the calloused tips of his fingers made her suck in a sharp breath.
“What is that song?” she asked when her brain returned to functioning.
“Huh?” He looked up from the guitar as if he hadn’t realized she was still there. “Oh, uh—just something I’ve been working on. I actually hadn’t gotten that far in the song before. It just sort of came out.” He pressed the palm of his hand over the strings until the dulcet tones jerked to a stop. “I’ve never played on a Guvnor. It’s a sweeter sound than I thought it would be,” he said absently.
“Not all things in America are sweeter.” Her eyes flashed wide. Holy—had she said that out loud?
“So I see,” he grinned, his dimple flashing. “What would you like to learn from me, Lains?”
Was naked an option? Because a lot of things in her head were naked all of a sudden. She pressed her lips together. “Well,” he held her hand out for her guitar. “I’ve been trying to learn a few of your songs actually.”
“Wanted?” he asked with a knowing grin as he passed the guitar to her.
“No,” she waggled her fingers, nervy all of a sudden. Wrapping her fingers around the fret, she picked out the first few chords and strummed carefully. The tempo was a beat too slow, but it was Richie watching her after all.
“The lightning flashed as angels rode fiery chargers through the clouds,” his voice was smoky and low. “That answer scared me into tears and all the grownups laughed out loud…” he faded off as she kept strumming, afraid to look up.
What if she’d offended him? What if he was horrified by the fact that she’d dare to play his song? She let the song trail off, finally looking up. His dark eyes were open and soft.
He cleared his throat and smiled encouragingly. “Almost. You have a lovely way about you with the guitar, but you have to feel the song. Don’t try to copy what I wrote to the letter. Feel it.” He picked up his own acoustic off the stand beside the fireplace and the rich tones of the song flowed. “Now you try.”
She nodded and it actually became worse, she tripped over the chords she’d learned so long ago. She’d been practicing this song until the sheet music had been emblazoned into her head. Until the song played in her head even without the guitar by her. Until the song was as much a part of her that it could be, without being her own.
“No, you’re over thinking it. Close your eyes.”
She slaughtered the opening crest that she’d nearly nailed the very first time. He was there, beside her. Warm and so big. His leg stretched out, the strings of his jeans lay on his long, tanned foot as he lightly tapped the time. She picked it up where he was in the song and still she was unsure. Aware. Painfully aware of him right beside her, less than three inches from her thigh.
And the inches fell away as he flicked his guitar behind him on the chaise and curled his arm around her, his fingers brushing hers aside gently to strum. His other hand came up to guide her on the strings until the song slowly started to come together. “Feel the music. Close your eyes, Lains.” His voice fluttered her hair lightly. “See where the heart of the song is in your head and let it come out through the music and your heart. Just like I wrote it.”
She shivered lightly as her nipples tightened painfully. He was so warm and so gentle. She knew he honestly was trying to teach her, but all she could concentrate on was the wall of male behind her. He probably wasn’t thinking a thing about this. Just showing her…Oh, God. His fingers curled around hers until her thumb was following his on the body of the guitar. She turned to him, to see his face but he wasn’t looking at the guitar and he hadn’t closed his eyes.
They were open and they were watching her. His tongue flashed along his lower lip and she felt herself do the same. She was crazy. It was just the song. The song was making the moment seem heavier than it was.
She was convinced of that until his left hand lifted away from the guitar and pushed her hair aside. He gave her plenty of time to pull away, push him away, even to freak out. He stared at her mouth, then into her eyes and leaned in slowly. She could feel his breath there in the air between them. It was as hot as the unnatural heat that seemed to radiate off of him.
The tip of his finger trailed over her cheek, along her jaw and finally his thumb traced her lower lip. The soft groan could’ve been his, it could have been hers—or a mix of them both. She didn’t hear it as much as she felt it just before the soft brush of his lips on hers.
The kiss was light and easy. It was as if he was giving her that out clause still, but she didn’t want it. She wanted the kiss, wanted it more than she could ever remember wanting anything in her life. She opened for him and the purring groan shot through her like it was a living thing. The kiss grew harder, more insistent. It still edged on the side of caution, but she could feel him wavering.
She lifted her face to him, opening wider until she felt the tip of his tongue trace the little dip in her top lip. She couldn’t stop her hand from searching out his face, the line of his cheekbones, the scruff of his chin, the long line of his neck. She pushed the guitar out of the way, until it lay against the couch back.
His long fingers curled around her waist, his fingers finding the flash of skin at her back where her shirt and jeans met. He gripped along the slope to her spine, his thumb fluttering against her belly. She shivered, wrapping her arms around his neck and held on tight as he kissed her as if they’d been doing it for years. No awkward darting tongues, no rhythm to find, no learning curve. It was just right.
She pressed her breasts to his chest and he curved his hand into her silky t-shirt she’d worn under her suit jacket for work. The suit jacket was in her car, so it was just silk and a little lace between them. Could he feel her nipples? He worked his hand up her back, his palm insistent but his fingers light to the touch.
“I-“ she croaked against his mouth. “God,” she sighed into his mouth as she kneeled on the chaise, turning her body toward his, her inner thigh pressing against his outer until they were completely aligned.
His mouth moved to her neck and she tipped her head back. He groaned as her hair flowed down her back. “That hair,” he moaned against her neck, sucking and kissing until she was sure that her entire body was going to break apart. “I can feel it on my arm and I want to know what it would feel like on my chest.”
She lifted his head away from her neck and looked into his eyes. “I want to know, too.” She pushed at the white shirt, at the clinging cotton that kept her from him. Her hands plowed under it until she felt the trio of chains and beads that were tangled underneath it. He sat back a little as she nibbled on her lower lip as another inch of his flesh was revealed. As the cross sat low between his pecs and dangled a little, before it curled around her hand.
He hissed as she pushed the shirt higher, finding his skin with her mouth. Before she could even think, she wanted to taste him. Her hair pooled into his lap as she found his nipple and sucked. He groaned, his fingers threading into her hair to hold her there as she sucked. His skin was so warm, so silky soft. The air, heady with heat and ginger, made her dizzy, but still she stayed there. Her tongue rasping through the soft, silky patch of hair there.
His nipple tight to his body, poking against her tongue. She widened her mouth until she could get the flat of her tongue to cover him completely, flicking until the tip of her tongue could tease and curl around the taught tip. She looked up at him, the brown of his eyes had gone near black as he watched her.
Her fingers tangled in the large silver beads of his rosary, to the matching brown beads that circled his wrist, to the fine gold chain and the little medallion there. He flipped his shirt off and her mouth went dry. Wide shoulders. Crazy wide shoulders filled the whole damn room.
She bent to his clavicle, her hair brushing over the nipple she’d just tasted and left. She wanted to taste all of him. Every blessed inch. Up his long neck until she found the knot of his Adam’s apple and scraped her teeth over it lightly.
He jerked her onto his lap, until she straddled him. Until he could press his hard cock between her legs. Even through the denim, she could feel his length and her body warmed to it, seemed to stretch for it. Her dress pants were thin, so she felt every ridge of the denim, every bulge of the zipper and every inch of his length.
She rocked against him until he groaned. Until his eyes and those dark lashes matched. Until he flipped her own shirt over her head. The click and rattle of his bracelets jangled by her ear as he fisted his fingers into her hair, letting it flow over his arm.
He looked down at the soft lavender of her bra, as he trailed her own hair over the lacy cups, letting it flow over and around her, until it settled just above her waist. “That hair is going to be in my dreams for a very long time,” he said huskily.
She dragged in a shaky breath, unable to even think about talking. She felt the clasp at her back give and the bra slide forward. He dragged his straight little teeth over his bottom lip as her breasts were revealed. His fingers spanned her waist, his thumbs reaching up her rib cage until he could trace the fuller underside.
Tracing so lightly, so endlessly, until the tips of her breasts felt like they’d actually explode if he didn’t touch her. “Now,” she finally said. “Touch me now,” she whispered.
He stared at her and much as she did to him, he bent down and watched the tight little tips. But his breath had to be hotter. Had to be more amazing than when she’d touched him. She buried her fingers into his hair, pulling him. “Please,” she moaned. She closed her eyes, unable to bear it. Her body undulating against the shaft trapped between them. Restless. Hot. Dying.
She had to be dying. Nothing could feel this good and be real. He flicked the very tip of his tongue over the tip of her nipple and she cried out. Grinding herself against his lap harder, she shuddered. God, she’d come just like this. Possibly just from the way he touched her there. He wrapped his full lips around her breast finally and sucked.
She cried out as her entire body pulsed. “Oh God,” she held on as he drew from her. As he went from one breast to another and sucked. “Richie,” she said on a near mindless gasp.
“Come for me,” He said against her skin. “God, you sound so sweet.” One hand cupped her breast, his thumb flashing back and forth against the aching tip. His other hand flat on her back, holding her upright—and thank God for that, because she’d have been in a puddle on the floor by then. He’d angled her against his jeans and she shamelessly rode him until her body tore apart.
Until the cries she screamed couldn’t have been her own. Until she sagged against him like a ragdoll, her body completely lost to him. His heat warmed her like nothing he’d ever felt. She draped her arms around his neck to let the closeness last.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I can’t believe I did that.”
“It was amazing.” He said against her neck, his fingers playing with her hair. “When a woman gives of herself like that, it’s nothing short of a miracle.”
She looked up at him, startled and not sure what to say. “But you didn’t get to…” she trailed off. The evidence of her lone orgasm was still between them.
“It’s okay, if that’s all you want this to be. The fact that you shared that with me…freely. It was a gift.”
“You can’t be real,” she blurted out.
He laughed. “When you’ve been around as long as I have, it’s the moments you treasure. When you’re not sure what’s going to happen tomorrow, you take what life gives you and you’re grateful for any act of complete faith. The fact that you lost yourself with me, a near stranger, was more than I could ask for.”
She stared into his eyes and knew the truth was there. It was as humbling as it was amazing to behold. A man like this was a rarity. “But what if I want more? Does it make me greedy? That the moment was here and now it’s gone?”
He stood, wrapping her legs around his middle as he walked across the scattered rugs, the greens that grasped and twisted from every surface and every archway as he got to the back of the room. A bedroom lay behind the soft white doors that diffused the lights of the day that were starting to wane. “Are you sure?”
She smiled, her arms tighter around his neck. “I take it you like greedy?”
He gripped the rayon blend of her pants, his long fingers digging into the pockets. “I want to be inside you so bad I can’t breathe,” he said and took her mouth. “But I wouldn’t ask.”
The earlier ease built into a frenzy. Her boots clicked together at his back as she lifted herself higher. Looking down at him, she gripped his hair, meeting his mouth with kiss for kiss, tongue for tongue until the sweetness of the moment before was a blur of skin and heat.
Where there was gentleness, there was now a flashpoint of lust. She’d coasted effortlessly through the sweetness of him, but the punishing grip of his fingers on her ass as he pulled her tight to him was her undoing. He tumbled them onto the bed, furious fingers undid zippers and pushed at denim and the blend of her dress pants.
“Faster,” she gasped.
He groaned against her mouth when his fingers found her slick. “Oh God, you’re so wet. For me?” he raised his head. “For me?”
She nodded, jerking when his thrust two fingers deep into her. “God, yes—for you.”
He flicked his thumb along her clit and she arched against him. That heat was going to be the death of her. It felt like her skin was going to sizzle off her body. She palmed his length and groaned. He’d fill her until she was sure she’d never, ever be the same woman again. Of that one thing, she was sure.
He hissed as she grasped him and guided him inside of her. Her fingers rounded his hips to grip the soft flesh of his ass, pushing and pulling him inside of her.
“Wait,” he said on a groan. “I want it to last. There’s only one first time.” He said and their eyes met as he slowly sunk into her. Pulling out of her, he thrust again.
She cried out at the invasion, the utter and amazing heat of him. She’d never been that warm in all of her life. From shoulders, to breasts, to sex, to thighs, to feet he pressed her down into the lake sized mattress and when his mouth completed the circle she coasted up against him.
Riding the heat and the pleasure, she felt each thrust like it was a part of her. The tip of his cock, sliding against her walls, the shaft of him widening her, the base of him connecting to hers. The oneness was unlike anything she’d ever known.
And when he finally lost that iron-clad control she reveled in it. The completeness of it would follow her throughout her life, she was sure of that. It was a perfect moment of clarity, just before her body released into a blazing white hot release.


~

When she woke, it was to his heavy arm around her waist, the tail of his beaded bracelet dangled against her hip as they’d snuggled together in sleep. There was no sheet, no blanket, nothing but their skin from back to front. She’d never been so warm.
At the butterfly soft kiss on her shoulder, she smiled. “That was amazing.”
He slid his hand over her belly, to drag her flush to him. “That was only lesson one.”

Homecoming

By Venus




Happy Birthday Angel....I hope you have a fabulous fun filled day...
Venus

I’m on my way home to you Angel. Are you ready for me? Are you desperate for the touch of my hands? Do you long to be wrapped in my arms?
I’ve been gone from you too long baby. I want you so bad....need you so bad. I miss the feel of your soft body under mine as I plunge deep within your warm wet folds. Are you wet for me baby?
I yearn for the feel of your silky hair strewn across my thighs as you take me deep into your throat. Can you taste me? Nobody has ever been able to do that to me like you can baby. You’re the only one who’s ever known just the right way to touch me, to caress me with your magnificent tongue. My cock is hard...straining, as I sit here typing to you, just imagining what you can - what you will - soon be doing to me. But not tonight...tonight my love is all about you.
I can imagine you now...waiting for me at the gate. It’s cool out but you have braved the weather and are wearing a short tight skirt – black of course. I can see the barest hint of the top of a lacy stocking. Both are peeking out from beneath a long beige coat that conceals your curves but I know they are there. Our first kiss...it will have to be chaste my love...we can’t get carried away in the airport. That will have to wait until we are home. Can you wait that long baby? Can you wait until we are home to feel me deep inside you? Perhaps in the car...
We rush together through the busy airport, unable to take our hands off each other and collapse laughing into the back of the large limousine. Our mood sobers as our desire takes hold. I instruct the driver and press the button for the privacy screen, barely in control of my need. I am thankful for the dark tinted windows, impervious to the stares of bystanders on the curb, as I strip you of your coat and my hands fumble with the buttons of your blouse.
The pale skin of your torso is revealed to me inch by glorious inch as each button complies. Your breath quickens as my knuckles brush over your cleavage, my hands descending lower and lower. And then your blouse is open and your beautiful soft mounds are my reward. I lean in and take a pert little pebble in my mouth, and you gasp, your body arching towards me in need. I feel it too baby...
I begin to run my hand up the inside of your silk clad thigh. I skirt my fingers under the edge of your skirt and ride it up to reveal your soft curls. You naughty girl...you didn’t wear panties. Do you need a spanking...No...Not today at least. Today is about pleasure...not punishment. We can save that for another time.
My warm wet mouth lays a trail of kisses to your neck and onto your ear. I whisper softly to you and you shiver involuntarily as my warm breath tickles your neck. I part your thighs and my fingers find your hot wet folds, I tease the lips ever so gently before plunging two fingers deep inside. They work their magic on your special spot while my thumb slowly circles your clit. Can you feel it baby? Are you hot for me?
I kiss down the length of your body and replace my thumb with my tongue. Your hips buck towards me, you thread your hands into my dark hair and groan loudly. I am sure even the driver heard that one. “Richie...please....,” you beg. I know what you are asking and I am happy to comply. I suck hard on your clit and feel you shudder beneath me as every nerve in your body tingles with the strength of your orgasm, unable to even utter a sound. But I don’t stop there, I ride the orgasm with you flicking and licking at your erect nub until you are so sensitive that you have to drag my head away.
I lay you along the seat now and within seconds my straining cock is free from my jeans and seated deep within you. You gasp as my legendary cock fills you, stretches you all the way to your womb. You pull me down to kiss me deeply and taste your juices on my tongue... it turns you on more and you begin to moan as another wave of pleasure builds. This time I am with you. I pump harder, faster as my balls clench and the heat of ecstasy burns through me. Together we cry out in rapture as we climax in unison. You wrap your arms tightly around me, holding me to you, not yet ready to lose the closeness after my long absence.
My flight is about to board my Angel...my love. I will be with you soon. Are you ready to unwrap your present? Are you ready for me?

The Dark Knight

by Tresca





Happy Birthday Lainey! Hope you have a fab day and are spoilt rotten.

Tresca

xx


He watches.

He watches when you sleep, the way you twist beneath the sheet as it rides low on your breasts letting the pretty pink tips of you peek out.

He watches when you think he's not looking and you're sliding one, two, three fingers inside yourself with hitched breaths calling his name.

He watches as the sweat beads down your temples right before you hit that moment.

He watches the way the your methodically take him in your mouth, slowly scraping your tongue down his large vein and all the way back up again.

He watches the way your breasts bounce every time he dives inside of you.

He watches the way you bite your lip when you're holding on for him to cum with you so you can let go.

He watches when your head rolls back and your throat vibrates with the scream of pleasure. The pleasure he created.



He laughs.

He laughs when you curl your lips in a pout because he's too tired tonight.

He laughs when you're screaming at him while he's got your wrists pinned above your head and his finger buried deep inside you unable to move.

He laughs when you attempt to roll him on his back because you want to drive. He is a big guy.

He laughs at the look of delight across your face when he surprises you knowing he's going to get lucky that night.



He kisses.

He kisses up the arch of your neck and up your jaw line.

He kisses your lips, they have softness that makes his cock jump.

He kisses your breasts, making sure he scoops the nipple into his mouth to suck. Hard.

He kisses down your belly, stopping to dip into your navel.

He kisses the soft skin of your inner thighs, pausing at the top.

He kisses your centre, letting his tongue swipe out and take the dark heady taste of you.

He kisses your tight hard knot, stopping to tease it relentlessly with his tongue.



He waits.

He waits for you to beg before he'll bury himself deeper into you.

He waits for your body to crumble under his once he feels you clasp hard around his cock.

He waits for you scream his name before he lets himself spill deep inside you.

He waits for that first orgasm to shake your body, making sure the next one rips you in half.



He feels.

He feels the way your body settles against his when you curl into him too exhausted to breathe.

He feels the way your slick walls take him when he plunges in and out.

He feels the way your fingers wrap around his cock before you pump him.

He feels your mouth suction around the head of him as your hair bunches under his hands.

He feels the way your nails dig into his shoulders when he's pounding you.

He feels the softness of your lips as you kiss down his neck.

He feels your bite when he pushes you past your threshold for the second time that night.

The Dark Knight, he's there. Always watching. Always waiting.