Part Seven

“Are you ok?” he finally managed to ask. She was still lying on top of him and hadn’t said a word.

“Yes.” was her only answer.

“Here…let me help you.” He gently pushed her up and slip out of her, before pulling her back into his arms. She turned her head and looked at him. When a soft smile spread across her face, he exhaled relieved. He already thought he went too far with his harsh movements and dirty words.

“Could you hand me your shirt?” she suddenly asked.

“Cold?” he wondered while reaching for the garment.

“Just a little.” She took the shirt from him and wrapped it around her bare shoulders before closing two buttons in the front to hold it in place.

“It’s a shame.” He whispered when she was covered. She chuckled lightly.

“Come on, you watched them all night long.”

“I can’t get enough of them. They are beautiful.” She shook her head at his comment and rested her head on his right shoulder. Richie sighed content. Her body mold perfectly at his side. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

For a while, they were silently recovering and only listening to the still loud music. Her hand traced little circles on his broad chest and Rich was constantly running his right hand up and down her body. Slowly their bodies awoke again. He hissed through his teeth when her hand wandered lower and brushed along him. He grabbed her hand and stopped her. She looked at him surprised.

“How about we go someplace else?”

“Sure, it’s fine with me.” She agreed and grabbed her bra and dress.

“Here, you might need this.” She grinned when she handed him his shirt back. He laughed.

“Yeah, I would probably draw too much attention otherwise.” He led her out of the suite and down the stairs. When she turned to walk back to the dance floor, he stopped her and motioned her to follow him to the backdoor.

“No need everyone sees us, right?”

“Right.” She nodded and looked up surprised when out of nowhere a black limousine stopped next to them.

“So, where should we go to? Your place or mine?” Richie asked her.

“Well, that depends…is your wife home?” she grinned lightly. He smirked and pulled her close to his body.

“No. I can definitely say, my wife isn’t home.”

“Well, that’s great isn’t it?” She said and opened the door to the limousine.

 “You know where to take us.” He told the driver. The man nodded and closed the privacy panel after staring at her for a few seconds.

“More champagne?” Rich held up a bottle and looked at her questioning.

“No, thanks.” She said and snuggled a little deeper into the comfortable corner of the leather seats. He watched her with a small smile.

She looked cute. Her eyes were already a bit sleepy, her hair was all tousled like right out of bed, her skin still held this sexy afterglow and her lips were full and a little swollen from all their kissing.

Slowly he slid closer to her. His right hand softly caressed her cheek. He watched her eyes fluttering close before he kissed her lips gently.

She sighed happily and wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him down to her. This time their kiss stayed gentle. This time he did not urge her. This time he would take his time to take care of her.