The Road Ahead

"I can't believe it." He repeated. "And you're absolutely sure?" He turned to me again?
I gave him a questioning look. "You were my first and last. You saw Harrison."
"Hmmm." He turned again and continued pacing.

His pacing was starting to make me nervous.

I let him be and walked over to the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" He asked.
I gestured towards the fridge. "I'm just going to get a drink, do you want something too?" I offered him.
He shrugged. "I suppose."

Surprising to me, he followed me to the kitchen as I got two glasses from the cupboard and filled them with tap water.

He followed my lead when I sat down at the kitchen table.

I watched how he took a deep breath, held it and then released it. A few seconds later he took a sip from his glass of water.

"Alright?" I asked him, hoping he had gotten over the first shock.
He nodded. "When does he wake up?"
I checked the time before answering. "When he did, then he sleeps the night. He'll be up between 6 and 7."
"Okay, wouldn't want to wake him up either." He said. "So I can see him in the morning." He concluded.
"You're still staying the night?" I asked surprised, sure that he would have wanted to go back to the hotel by now.
"Unless you mind, I guess, I can come back in the morning."
"I have to work in the morning." I told him.
"No problem," he waved it off, "I'll watch him."
I frowned at him. "I don't think so. I'm not just going to leave him with you."
"Where else is he going while you work? You can't afford a babysitter."
I sighed and ignored his remark. "He's going to the lady upstairs, she helps me out. I don't mind you staying all night but I'm not letting him alone with you."
"Fine. When are you back from work?"
"Noon, I'm only doing a short shift. If you want to leave, you can come back by noon."

He considered it for a few seconds, weighing all the options before he decided.

"You don't mind if I still stay the night?"
I shook my head, I didn't. "I don't mind, I thought you would have wanted to leave by now."
"I wanna see him in the morning. I'll leave when you do and I'll be back by noon."
I nodded, I could agree to that. "We'll do it like that." I agreed.

A few minutes later, I arranged the futon to sleep. I offered to sleep elsewhere but Richie ignored my idea, I didn't have anywhere else to sleep. As he had suggested, we both got comfortable on the futon bed which wasn't very large at all.  He was so close to me that I could smell him. He might still be angry with me but he was still the man I dreamt of. To have him this close to me, was where I always wanted him. Even if he was angry with me.

Hopefully tomorrow would work out better for everyone.

A year I had hoped for Harrison to meet his father, before he was old enough to realize that he wasn't in his life. I didn't want that for him. Hopefully Richie felt the same way.

The Shock of Your Life

As I saw him look into the same brown eyes, I knew he knew what he was seeing. The same messy brown hair, gorgeous brown eyes and even the same lips.

After a while his eyes softened, I became more nervous but Harrison calmed down.

Richie looked more intensely at my little boy, then reached out his arms to take him. A little hesitantly, I passed Harrison over to him.

For a few seconds Richie looked at him, then held him on his hip and wiped Harrison's face gently.

I watched them both very closely, I still didn't know how Richie would react or if he was going to be this calm about it.

He smiled warmly at him, "Hi buddy," he said.

It surprised me when Harrison calmed down and leaned his head against Richie as he soothingly stroked his back.

"You should go back to sleep so your mommy and I can talk."

Still, I had no clue of what to expect or even what to say at this moment. I was at a loss for words, but their interaction was one of a kind.

Harrison became sleepy again and Richie gently put him down in his cot and tucked him in before walking out of the room. I sighed deeply and followed him back to the living room. I was pretty sure we weren't going to continue where we had left off almost half an hour ago.

Richie was pacing beside the futon when I walked in to the room, he was thinking deeply.

Finally he looked up at me, the hurt in his eyes shocked me. "He's mine, isn't he?"
I nodded carefully, unsure of where this was going and how it was going to get there.

He turned around and paced to the wall, once there, he turned back towards me.

He sighed, hesitated and wanted to say something but shook his head and turned back to the wall.

Once he faced me again, his gentle brown eyes had turned angry. "How could you keep this from me? I have a one year old son and I didn't know about any of this shit? How could you do that? Why?" He said angrily before turning back to walk towards the wall.

I had answers to his questions but I wasn't able to say anything.

"That's why you wanted to come here instead of the hotel." He muttered. "To show him to me, and then what?" He faced me again, anger still in his eyes. "You bring me here, show me where you live... Want me to pity you?"

That angered me. "No! I work hard to be able to afford this, it's not a mansion like your place but it's my own place. I brought you here so you could finally meet Harry."
"Why now?" He asked.
"I tried to get in contact with you when I found out I was pregnant and when he was born."
He gave me a skeptical look. "You obviously didn't try hard enough."
"I did." I defended myself, I had tried every which way I could. "I found your agent, talked to her a few times on the phone and each time she told me to leave you alone and wouldn't pass on a message. When the band was here for promo I hung out at the BBC building for days but you never saw me. I wanted to try again in July with the concert and finding out you were going to The Stones concert but Harry prevented that. I tried." I said very firmly. I had tried to get in contact with him to let him know about his son but every way I tried had failed and that wasn't my fault.

He sighed as he shook his head and continued his pacing.

"I have a son." The disbelief was clear in his voice. "I have a son and I missed an entire year of his life."

The Truth Is...

Richie smiled at me. "A boy or a girl?"
"A boy, he'll be one in three weeks." I said proudly, thinking of my boy.

Wanting to make the flat a bit more comfortable, I started clearing everything off the sofa and coffee table so we could sit down.

"I didn't know you had a kid." Richie said as I cleaned up around him.
"I didn't when we met, remember?" He'd been my first. I offered him a seat on the sofa as I told him.
As he sat down, he remembered it. "Oh right."
Or maybe he acted as if he remembered. "If you don't mind, I'm quickly gonna go check on him. Make yourself at home."
"Alright."

Sure he had had girlfriends with kids but I'm sure he didn't expect this tonight. I quickly walked into the dark bedroom to check, he was still sound asleep so I let him be and went back to the living room.


"Everything okay?" He asked when I walked back in.
"Yeah, still asleep." I said as I sat down on the sofa next to him.

He smiled at me when I told him, glad that we had our privacy. He moved closer to me on the sofa, wrapping an arm around me, he reached into kiss.

Even though I felt nervous about this again, kissing him felt amazing. He definitely had enough experience to become such a great kisser. It was tender but passionate at the same time.

Reminding me of last time, I felt his hand creep up around my waist, carefully slipping under my top as he reached my back. His hand felt soft to the touch, even though he had played guitar his entire life, his fingertips were gentle and soft against my skin. Every touch he made felt warm.

As his hand reached the middle of my back, he starting pushing me down to lay down on the sofa. I obliged right away and laid down on the sofa as he moved above me.

His kiss only paused briefly when we needed to gasp for air, other than that, I was sure he could keep this up for hours. So gentle and sweet.

After a good while of deep kissing, I could feel him grind his pelvis into me. He was obviously hard and wanted more than just kissing.

When he was sure he had made it clear to me, he pulled back from the kiss and raised on his arms.

"Do you have a bedroom too?"
I frowned. "No, this is my bedroom."

I tried to sit up so I could show him and he moved away from me. Getting up off of the sofa, I pulled him with me so he would stand too. At the bottom of what looked like cushions, I pulled two straps until the sofa clicked and folded out into a futon to sleep on.

"My bed." I said, gesturing to it with my hand, as if I was proud of creating it.
Richie shrugged and smiled at me. "Works for me." He said and got onto the bed.

He padded the thin mattress next to him for me to sit down there too.

I smiled, glad he didn't mind it and sat down next to him. Right away, we went back to where we had let off.

Just as we were laying down and getting comfortable, we heard crying from the bedroom.

I pulled away from the kiss and sighed, noticing Richie did exactly the same. I felt sorry, I didn't mean it to happen like this at all.

"I'm sorry;" I said, "I'll quickly get him back to sleep and we can continue this." I said as I got up from the bed, halfway to the only bedroom.

I heard him say "okay" as I walked into the room and switched the lights on.

Fifteen minutes and a nappy change later, the crying continued which made me think if he was simply hungry or thirsty. I didn't know what to do or how Richie would react to this. He was obviously disappointed by the interruption but if he found out more, he'd be raging but I felt too nervous to take my baby to the kitchen to eat or drink.

Had I made a wrong decision?

A knock at the door, made me look up at the door, seeing Richie standing there.

"Everything okay?" He asked.

His eyes went wide with recognition when he saw my little Harrison.

Weathering the Storm

By the end of the concert I was absolutely sure he had recognized me. A few times he caught my eye and smiled at me, I'm sure he had a reason to. He remembered me.

The show was amazing, every song was unique, not just by him but the entire band. It was an incredible feeling and experience once again. Just as everyone had hoped it would be.

There was a strict curfue to the show and sadly it didn't last a minute longer.

Richie left the stage, I sighed. He was gone, the show was over and I didn't get the chance to talk to him, just a few minutes would be enough.

"Hey you!"

Somebody from the crew shouted at me, I turned towards him. Most of the crowd had left, I stayed with hope.

"Wanna come backstage?" He asked.
"Of course." I said eagerly, remembering how it had gone last time.

A few minutes later, I was backstage again, a different venue but backstage wasn't that different. I was lead to Richie's dressing room and was let in only a few minutes later.

I walked in feeling nervous. Sure I'd meet him before but that was two years ago and things had changed since then, I had no idea what to expect from this.

"Hey." He said nicely when I walked in.
"Hi." I answered.
"We met before, haven't we?"
I nodded. "The last London concert in 2012."
"Right, we had a great night."
I smiled up at him. "Yeah, we did."
He didn't beat around the bush for a minute. "Wanna do that again?"
I don't remember ever smiling that wide. "Yeah."
"Just a few minutes, gotta pack up in here and then we can go back to the hotel."

I watched him pack up his belongings as I thought about what he had said. Back to the hotel, just like last time but I wanted more privacy than that.

Hesitatingly I asked, "Why don't we go back to my flat?"
Richie looked up, considering it. "How far do you live?"
"In Newington."
He looked at me confused.
"Close to the London Eye." I added quickly.
His eyes lit up when he could place it. "Yeah, okay, let's do that."

He picked up his leather bag and put it over his shoulder.

"Ready to go?"


The drive wasn't very long but the closer we got, the more unsure I was of showing him where and how I lived.

Eventually the car parked and we got out.

"Oh a coffee place right there, where do you live?" Richie looked around the area, only noticing the store fronts and rows of small attached houses between them.

I pointed a few houses away. There was a small shop but above it were three small flats. I walked the way to show him where it was.

There was a small space between the shop and the next shop that had 3 letterboxes and a black door. With my key I opened the door to reveal a staircase.

"Luckily it's the second floor." I said.
"Not too bad."

He said it but I saw him look around the cramped space as we went up the stairs, he was regretting coming here already.

At the landing there was only one door and another set of stairs, for this door I also had a key.

I pushed the door open and let Richie in behind me.

The apartment was small and not exactly perfectly clean.

"You're back. Finally."

For a second I had forgotten about the girl in my flat.

"Sorry it took so long."

She walked over to me, not happy about the situation but that was her problem. She too knew life wasn't always as easy.

"We agreed on 40 for the day, right?" I asked, profusely hoping that didn't change.
"Yes, but you're over an hour late which doubles my rate."
I gasped. "80 quid?"

I opened up my purse and looked through my money, not even close to 50. I pulled out what I had and handed it to her.

"That's not enough." She complained.

I saw Richie pull out his own wallet, I didn't want him to but if he was going to offer, I also wasn't going to pass. I just wanted her out of the flat. He gave the girl a 50 on top of what I had given her. Much happier, she finally left.

"Babysitter?" Richie asked when the girl had left.
I nodded and put my things away, feeling ashamed of how she got more than what we agreed upon.
"You got a kid?" He asked, wondering.
"Yeah." I smiled a little, feeling nervous.

Back to London

Only two weeks ago I finally managed to find a ticket to Richie's show. The tickets had sold out so quickly, I hadn't been able to get one. Honestly, I couldn't really afford one back then anyway but I needed to see him.

On Facebook I saw a page post about somebody selling two tickets for the London show so I immediately grabbed my chance and messaged the person in question. Luckily she didn't mind selling only one to me. I was happy enough with one ticket, sure with a friend it would be fun but my friends still didn't like my music and I had lost contact with a lot of friends after college.

Today was the day.

Sadly, I wasn't able to leave the building as early as I had wanted to but when I was finally outside, I was only half an hour late.

At least the tube was almost always on time and today it was, I quickly got on, with the morning-rush it was quite busy so I had to stand all the way to the station I needed to get off and get on another. It was my way to get around London, quick and much cheaper than buying a car and in fact, must faster too.

When I got there, there were a few people there already. There were always people before me but I'd done quite well in getting here on time.

I checked my ticket in my pocket and got in line behind a group of 30-something women that were all showing much more excitement than I was.

As long as I got the front as much as possible as last time, maybe he'd recognize me in the crowd. Just like he had done last time. He had to.

The line was pretty calm for the next four hours until Richie showed up! Right there!

The queue had grown immensly and now Richie arrived right here.

He was looking just as good as two years ago, I realized I had missed him in those two years.

While he stopped for autographs for everyone, he caught my eye and smiled at me. Was he just smiling to be nice or did he remember?

A few seconds later he came over and we did exactly the same as all the other fans, he signed a piece of paper for me and as he continued to the person next to me, I snapped a few pictures of him with my crappy phone.

As he went into the building a few minutes later, the crowd quieted down significantly, it had become so calm and quiet now even though people were very eager for the show to start. So was I.

I was almost sure he had recognized me.

He had to recognize me.

Stays in London?

I woke up to a strange feeling, Richie was no longer next to me, but I knew I wasn't alone.

Then I felt something wet and soft swipe over my still sensitive skin. I looked down and noticed my knees were up and a warm breath between my legs, then his tongue again. I squirmed at his tongue swiped over my clit but his hands grabbed my hips and held me still.

His tongue started with long strokes but soon I felt his tongue push inside me, licking up all the juices. "Richie." I moaned for the so manieth time.

He held me steady and went faster, circling his tongue around my clit, wanting to make me cum, I didn't disappoint and he didn't either, a few minutes later my hands were in his hair, pulling him down even closer, wanting more of his tongue and lips around me, he sucked hard and I exploded with my orgasm.

He lapped up all the juices again before he kissed my clit and moved up from under the sheet, over me.

"Morning." He said hoarse.
His voice sounded horrible in comparison to the night before. "Good morning." I said back.
"How did you -- " He wanted to ask but the rest of the words got lost.
"Fine, how about you? Are you okay?" I asked worried, had he damaged his voice the night before? Before he could answer, I added "Wanna see if I can make it better?"
He smiled but didn't say anything.

I reached up to kiss him, then pushed him back to make him move to his back.

When he did, I got on top of him, sitting on his pelvis and leaning over to kiss him, doing the same as he did the night before, I kissed his lips and moved lower to his neck, kissing every part of his skin. I could feel trembles as he groaned.

I kissed his neck and shoulders, down to his chest and licking his nipples when I felt his dick jump against my ass. He really didn't tire out.

I reached behind me and wrapped my hand around him, starting to stroke up and down, I watched his face relax into the pillows and his eyes close.

For a second I let go and moved away to get a better reach.

I leaned in as I started stroking him again, I had almost done everything in the last 12 hours, I couldn't miss out on this too. I moved my hand down and my lips closer, softly I kissed him before taking him in my mouth, I sucked and moved lower.

His hands reached into my hair and guided my motions, up and down on his dick, I sucked with every motion, making him even harder in my mouth.

"Gonna--" He said hoarse again.

I moved down again and sucked hard as I moved back, the second time his sperm shot inside my mouth, I did my best to swallow it all, amazed at how much it actually was.

When I was sure I had everything cleaning up, I bent down again and started kissing the skin around his dick, then his balls, carefully sucking on them.

His dick was almost instantly hard again, but that didn't stop me, I didn't stop until he handed me another condom.

I sat back up and opened it, rolling the condom down over his dick.

I straddled him and carefully slid down over him, resting my hands on his chest for balance when I started moving up and down.

His hand moved to my center and I felt his thumb making slow circles around my clit.

I rocked harder against him, speeding up the tempo, wanting to find my own release and his as I did. His thumb started rubbing faster too.

"Richie!" I screamed again as I came on top of him, still making my hips move against his. Soon enough I could feel his hips buck up against me, pushing deeper inside me, his thumb still stroking my over sensitive clit.

He bucked again and I started moving up and down on him, riding him, coming down on every push he made.

His thumb was driving me mad and as he came while I watched his glorious face, he made me cum again too. His sex faces looked exactly the same as his guitar faces.

I let him slip out of me and lied down on top of him.

"Does that make you feel better?" I asked.
He smiled satisfied and nodded.
I reached in to kiss him, then turned to see what time it was.

When I read the clock, I felt incredibly sad, I had to go, I had afternoon classes I couldn't risk missing.

I didn't want to leave, these past hours had been amazing and I didn't want it to end.

I had imagined one wild night with him but I hadn't imagined to leave him the next morning and I really didn't want to leave him now.

"What's wrong?" His voice sounded terrible.
"I have to go." I said sadly.
"Why?"
"I have class and I can't miss it, they're really important subjects and you need a doctor's note to be absent."
I think I saw disappointment in his eyes too but he nodded.

He helped me find my clothes and we got dressed again, then I remembered something. "I didn't get a t-shirt from merchandise." I said a little disappointed, I always got a t-shirt, then wore it for days after the concert.

He smiled at me and found his phone to start typing something, he put it away in his jeans pocket and walked over to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room. He got two bottles of water out and handed one to me, he drank almost half of it.

"Too bad you have to leave, I had a great time." He said a little less hoarse now.
"So did I, this was amazing." I said.
"All good things come to an end." He half joked.
"I guess they do." I sighed.

I wanted to continue but there was a knock at the door. Richie opened it and accepted a plastic bag, he thanked the person and closed the door again.

Then walked back over to me, giving me the plastic bag, I opened it and looked inside. Every possible piece of merchandise.

"Really?" I asked a bit surprised.
"Of course."
"Thanks." I reached in to hug him, then gave him one last kiss. "I better go." I said.

But he pulled me back, holding his hand behind my head to pull my back for another kiss, more passionate and deeper than the kiss I had given him.

His hand lingered over my neck and shoulder, I tensed when it hurt.

"Sorry," he said, "you got a souvenir for a few days." Carefully he stroked the skin that hurt again.
I couldn't see what it was but I was pretty sure.

"Thank you." I said again.

"Have fun at class." He said as we walked to the door.
I smiled, like I could concentrate today anyway. "Take care of yourself." I said, hoping his voice wasn't too damaged.
He smiled and nodded, then opened the door.
"Bye." I said and left.

What Happens in London

A few minutes later we stood right by the stage, the perfect place for a concert. People kept shoving and pushing but our places were perfect, we weren't moving, front row at a concert, was just a dream coming true.

Anticipation started rising and finally the lights went out, this was it.
Richie walked on stage, looking amazing, he greeted the crowd and started playing.
It was incredible to finally hear him play solo, no Bon Jovi just Richie. His voice was enchanting, so perfect and beautiful.

After a few songs I was sure he looked directly at us.

When he looked a second time, I was sure he was looking at us, then he added a smile. We both shrieked, Richie Sambora had seen us in the crowd. Other than being front row that was so amazing.

He played songs from all his solo albums and a few Bon Jovi ones too. To finally hear him play those songs live was amazing, it was so much different from a Bon Jovi show, this was all about him, which made it even more perfect, just Richie.

He sang I'll Be There For You, reaching his microphone over the crowd and bending towards us, letting us sing. When he started the chorus again, he sang it to me!

After a few more songs, he smiled right at me, not my friend, not the both of us, but right at me. Those few seconds of eye contact seemed to be endless, Richie had seen me in the crowd. The exact thing I had been hoping for.

When the show was over, I wasn't sure what I was feeling, disappointment that it was over, sadness or happiness or maybe just all of them.

We waited a little while longer for everyone to leave so we didn't have to push and shove to get out of the building.

We had just decided we should go when we heard a voice from behind us.

"Hey, you wanna go backstage?"
Both shocked, we turned around again.
"Just you though." He pointed.
I looked where he was pointing at, me? He was pointing at me? I couldn't believe it, I didn't know what to so and looked at my friend, hoping she had advice for me.
"You gonna come or not?" The man urged.

I looked back at my friend, I had to decide something.
"I'll text you later." I said quickly, she nodded and I turned around to follow the man.

I didn't know what to say, ask of why I was being invited backstage, this couldn't be true. I didn't know what to do so I just followed him until he stopped in front of a door.

"He'll be here in a minutes, you can wait inside." He opened the door and let me in.
For a second, I doubted, was this really a good idea?

Looking around the room, it looked quite simple, a love seat, a few chairs, a mirror and a table. The couch looked the most comfy so I went to sit down and rubbed my hands nervously. Now what?

After about 10 minutes of thinking what to do, get up and leave or stay and see what would happen, the door finally opened.

Immediately, I looked up to see who would walk in. Oh my God.
"Oh good, you're here." He dropped his bag and closed the door behind him.
It was really him, unbelievable.

He sat down next to me, an arm over the back of the couch. "Did you enjoy the show?" He asked.
"I really loved it. I even thought you looked at me a few times." I said excited.
"A few times?" He asked surprised. "I couldn't keep my eyes off of you. You look really," he placed his hand on my knee, I looked down and back up at him, "beautiful."

I'm sure I blushed at that comment and before I knew it, his hand was rising on my leg and he was reaching in to kiss me. I closed my eyes as his lips touched mine, enjoying every feelings. Richie Sambora was kissing me, my mind was going crazy.

My hand moved to his shoulder, pulling him closer so he wouldn't stop kissing, he was really good at it, he tasted unbelievably good.

He pushed at my lips and I gladly let him in, his hands had reached my hip, I could feel his fingers creeping under my shirt.

"We have to go!" We both looked up at the door where the sound had come from.

Richie smiled at me, he looked so gorgeous, his smile so perfect.

"You know, I didn't think I had fans your age."
It was impossible to deny I wasn't the odd one out at school, so he was probably right about it. I knew some people my age but mostly, everyone here was at least 10 or 15 years older than me.
"How young is your age anyway?" He asked.
"Twenty." I smiled.
He cocked an eyebrow, which made me laugh. "In that case, wanna come with me?"
"Definitely." I said excited.

Who in their right mind would say no to that? I got up as he did and a few minutes later we were on the bus to the hotel.

There were people standing by our car but security lead us through, pretty cool. The car was entirely black, in and out, even the windows so nobody saw us. We sat together in the back, his hand on my knee again as he was reading on his phone. I was surprised nobody had asked who I was.

He gave me a hand as we got out of the car when we arrived at the hotel.
Everyone followed up to the floor where all the rooms were and Richie said goodnight to his band and crew, then led me to his room.

I sat down on the couch near the door.
"Do you want to eat or drink something?" He asked a little uncertain.
"No, I'm good." I told him.
He sat down next to me again. "Do you want to continue where we left off?" He asked, his hand, once again on my knee.
"Yeah." I answered and he leaned in again, his soft lips on mine again, not wasting a minute, his tongue slipped through to slide next to my own.

When he pulled away again, I sighed, I had joked about this but never thought it would really happen. I was only joking, I knew it would be impossible but now here I was in his hotel room, with him, all alone. Then realization that I had never done this before jumped in.

His hand was at my waist again, his fingers going under my t-shirt, he pushed it up as his hands raised to my chest. Butterflies started fluttering in my belly.

Amazingly, his hands felt much softer than I thought they would, his fingertips were rougher but the palms of his hands were soft and felt amazing on my skin as he pulled my t-shirt up and dropped it on the floor.
For a few seconds he stared at my chest before looking up into my eyes and leaning in to kiss me as his hand went behind my back to undo my bra.

He broke the kiss to take my bra off, but his lips were back on mine in an instant, as he pushed me down on the couch, one hand behind my back while the other started rising on my chest until he could cup my breast. His hands felt just as soft as before.

His lips moved from my lips to my chin, to my neck, making me moan when he kissed the sensitive skin.
The sounds made him pull back a little.

"Do you wanna get a bit more comfy?" He asked, referring to the bed, I simply nodded my answer.
Reaching out a hand, he helped me to stand up and surprisingly he picked me up and carried me to the bed in the next room.

Carefully he laid me down and stood back, pulling off his own shirt before he got on the bed too.
I didn't know what to do, I'd never done this before and clearly he noticed.
"Are you okay?" He asked gently.
I nodded. "Yeah, I haven't done this before." I said a little nervous about what he'd think.
"With a stranger, you mean?" He asked.
Again, I nodded, I wasn't going to admit I hadn't done any of this before.
"You do want to, right?" He asked uncertain again.
"Of course."

I sat up on the soft bed, reaching my hands to his chest, proving that I wanted to.
His chest felt just as soft as the rest of his skin but there were hard muscles underneath the skin. Running my fingers through his small patches of chest hair, my hands moved over his nipples.

Gently, he stopped me and pushed me back on the bed and started kissing me softly again, making a trail down to my chest.

A sharp intake of breath sounded through the room as his lips covered my nipple, my back arched against him, pushing in to him. It was unlike anything I ever felt when he started sucking and licking the sensitive skin until it stood hard, he moved on to the next, repeating his actions.

My body was on fire and wanted more, much more.

Finally he pulled away and his hands roamed over my body to my jeans where he undid the button and zipper. Before pulling them down he reached his hand inside, finding my most sensitive skin. He smiled when he found it was wet. He pulled his hand back and held them both at my waist to pull down my jeans, followed by my underwear, dropping both the the floor. He reached over to my feet and pulled off my socks, sending them the same way as the rest of my clothes.

By the time he finished, I sat up again and took hold of his jeans, trying to get them open and off, I noticed my hands were trembling, was I this nervous? After a little fumbling, finally his jeans came loose and I could pull them down. What I saw only made me want it more.

Carefully I reached my hand out to wrap my fingers around his dick, unbelievable how big he was, how was that ever going to fit?

He stroked the inside of thigh  getting to where I wanted him most now. My skin was on fire, begging for his touch.

His touches were soft and gentle, finally his hand covered my wet skin, the palm of his hand applying pressure to my clit as one of his fingers slid inside me.

I moaned when he added a second finger. He started moving his fingers in and out. My hand was making almost the same movement over his dick as I moved my hand up and down.

His fingers went faster, still keeping the pressure on my clit, my breathing got faster and I knew I was getting close now.

His other hand wrapped around mine, slowing my movements down until he stopped and put my hand down.

I looked at him confused but forgot it as I started shuddering when he made his movements more precise, playing my most sensitive part perfectly, it only took two more strokes to make me cum.

Slowly he removed his fingers and bent down to kiss me, his fingers didn't move away and stroked my wet flesh.

"You're so wet." He said when he broke the kiss, leaving me to want more.
I got a little confused again when he got up from the bed. When he stopped at his bag, I understood what he was doing and I took my chance and time to check out his ass before he turned around with a small box in his hand. He walked back and I checked out his front side, his dick stood up proudly, hard, big and ready. He opened the box, took a condom out and put the box on the night stand.

I took the condom he handed to me and ripped the package open, Richie got on the bed and I reached over to put the condom on. When I finished, I looked up at him, waiting to see what he'd do next.

His hand curled around my face, pulling me closer to kiss again before pushing me back down on the bed. I spread my legs, anticipating what would come next.

Richie moved between my legs, lowering himself over me, resting on his elbow on one arm, using his free hand to slowly move his dick over my wet skin, covering himself with my juices, rubbing over my clit as he did, making me even hotter than I was.

He held still in front of me. "You're still sure?" He asked.
"Yes." I managed to say, I wanted him, now.

Slowly he moved inside me. All the rumours were true and I was glad he was doing it slow, it hurt but not enough to tell him or to make him stop, instead I moaned at the good and full sensation until he was buried inside me.

He pushed his arms up and looked down at me. "This isn't just your first time with a rock star is it?" He asked.
He knew, no point in lying. "No."
"I hope you thought about it."
"I did, you're the one I want." I was sure of that.

He started thrusting slowly, I wasn't sure whether that was how he liked it or he was being careful for me,  I just knew I liked it.

With every stroke he made I could feel myself getting closer already. As he leaned over his pelvis applied pressure to my clit with every stroke. My back arched when I got closer, pushing my chest against him, Richie groaned.

He started thrusting faster, making me rock against him, I couldn't stop moaning at the feelings he was creating, the feeling of his dick stroking against my walls, the movements over my clit. The rocking made it even more sensational and my walls started contracting around him. "Fuck." He swore.

As my orgasm started, his thrusts got faster, I moaned even louder, with one last deep thrust he came too, dropping on top of me.

Our breathing and hearts slowed down before Richie rolled off of me a few minutes later.

He turned around to face me, he looked even more perfect now, so gorgeous. He smiled his beautiful smile at me and I couldn't help but return it.

Softly his hand reached out and stroked my jaw, he pulled me closer for another kiss. His tongue swept over my lips again. This gorgeous man with me, it was hard to believe. He pushed my hair back as he kissed me deeper.

As he pulled away to breathe he reached to the night stand and took another condom out, ripping it open and sheathing himself, I looked down at him and unbelievably, he was ready to go again, already.

Gently, he pushed my legs apart again and settled in between them, moving inside me just as carefully as be fore, he started making long slow strokes, making me moan loudly again.

Carefully, he lifted my leg and hooked it around his waist, I could feel him reach even deeper inside me now and reached my other leg around his waist too. He was no longer able to make long strokes and changed the speed to short, faster ones. My hips reached up with the force of his thrusts, reaching even deeper inside me, I screamed his name as I exploded around him, his continued strokes sent me in to a second orgasm, this time he came with me.

He collapsed on top of me again, kissing my shoulder and neck, making me squirm, every part of me felt on fire, everything he did made me even hotter. Finding my lips, he kissed me softly again.

"I'm gonna go shower, I'll let you have a break." He said caring, kissing me again before he got up.

I enjoyed the view of his ass as he walked to the bathroom. A few minutes later I heard the water running. Snuggling in to the bed, I realized I was exhausted.

Richie returned 10 minutes later, I had been watching the clock, passing the time. A towel was wrapped around his waist as he walked into the room. His toned body looked amazingly good, very sexy, much more sexy than all the guys everyone at college were in to. This was a real man.

"You alright darling?" He asked.
I sat up in the bed, pulling the sheets up with me. "Yeah, I am." I hoped I didn't look tired or anything.

Richie walked over to the other side of the bed, dropping his towel before lifting up the covers and getting in with me. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me closer against him, I could feel his dick pressing against my leg, did he ever quit?

He started stroking my skin again, his fingers roaming over my shoulders and arms, my belly and to my breasts, cupping them both, squeezing and playing with them. He gently pulled at my nipples until they stood up for him, he bent down and licked one before wrapping his lips around it.

Again my back arched at the feeling and I pushed my chest closer to him, he sucked even harder. "Richie!"

He smiled up at me for a second, then moved on to my other breast. I closed my eyes, unable to keep them open any longer.

I felt him move between my legs again, his lips moved up higher, as did the rest of his body until I could feel him entering me again, at the same time he kissed me, his tongue making the same motions as his dick did. I moaned loudly and wrapped my legs around him again, pulling him even closer to me, making him go even deeper.

The feeling of his dick against my walls so deeply had me breathing heavily in no time.

Neither of our orgasm took a long build up now, still turned on and sensitive from the times before.

He rested on his elbows again, moving his hands under my shoulders to push them up a little, we were so close together. He started kissing my neck and shoulder, I couldn't believe how much of a turn on that could be. His strokes were soft and gentle, slow and perfect.

I could feel his kisses in my neck changing to sucking and licking, making it even better, "Oh Richie..." I moaned, I felt myself cuming already.

He sucked harder on my neck, speeding up his thrusts a little as I continued to moan his name, he thrusted deeply one more time and came with me as I felt his teeth sink into my skin.

His lips found mine again, kissing me deeply again before he slipped out of me and rolled off of me, he pulled me close against him.

I rested my head on his shoulder, letting my hand feel his chest again, finding the same chest hair around his nipples to play with.

A few minutes later I could hear him snoring.