Love Knows No Boundaries

***Setting is at Jon's house in NJ after a party. Jon lives alone and is single. ***

Richie stumbled over his own feet, almost falling and spilling half of his alcoholic beverage as he was walking over to Jon. Jon reacted and reached out to catch him, thankfully not needing to.
"You okay Rich?" Jon asked, "you've had a bit to drink."
Richie cursed over and over under his breath at his own actions. Jon put his hand on Richie's back.
"Dude, are you okay?" Jon asked again, worryingly.
"Yeah yeah, I'm fine Jonny," Richie said with a heavy drunken slur.
Jon grabbed ahold of the cup in Richie's hands. Richie let Jon take it away and swayed backwards and forwards, keeping his balance. Jon sat the cup down and then opened his arms up to Richie. Richie practically fell into Jon's embrace, bawling. Jon held him tight.
"I don't think I can do this anymore Jonny. All I do is get my heart broken. I just want to be happy with someone, once in my life and stay that way," Richie said.
Jon tried to hold back his own tears and couldn't. They flowed freely down his face. He wished that somone could be him. He always had but was always too afraid to tell Richie anything about it. He loved everything about Richie; his smiles, his laugh, the way his eyes sparkled when he was with Jon, his scent, humour, height, body (Oh god!), his hair, his heart, his soul... Everything. Richie passed out in Jon's arms. Jon kissed his head and gently carried him to the couch to lay him down. He placed a bottle of water on the coffee table in front of him before hiding all of the alcohol and pouring what was left of his and Richie's down the drain. Jon was a little buzzed, but definitely not drunk. He covered Richie with a blanket and kissed him again on the forehead before turning out all the lights and heading to bed himself. He wanted to carry Richie up to his bed but what would Richie think of him then? Certinally not the way Jon wanted to show Richie his love. He wanted to break it to him easially or at the right moment. Waking up in your friend's bed not remembering the previous night would certainly give anyone a shock.

When The Past Rings Into The Present

Jessika was on her way home with her parents when her phone rang. It was the guy she  spent a few days with in Australia a few years ago. His name was Seth. He had kept her safe and alive while she was there. They had been followed by a serial killer on their camping trip and couldnt get in touch with the outside world. Her best friend, Katie, whom was also his little sister was murdered by the serial killer.
"Hello?" she answered.
"hey, its me... Seth..."
"oh hey...."
At first the conversation seemed awkward. They hadn't spoken to each other since she the day she left.
"So I found out exactly who the guy was that killed Katie and tried to kill us" he said as he broke the silence.
"hold on,"
"Hey, can you please pull over?" Jessika asked her parents.
Jessika's boyfriend, Richie, was beside her in the back seat. He gave her a curious look. Her parents pulled over. Jessika and Richie got out of the car and began walking down a side road.
"So who was it?" she asked.
"Our uncle. The man was psycho. He's dead now. I found his grave yesterday. It had something really strange written on it,"
"Strange?"
"A quote of his. Nothing related to Katie's death,"
"oh," she said.
"yeah so how have you been? I've been thinking about you and that night we spent together at that cabin? remember?" Seth asked in a low, husky tone.
Richie stopped walking and Jess did to, to face him. Seth had continued to talk but she wasn't really listening.
"yeah yeah, I remember. Hey I gotta go. Talk to you later. Bye!" she said as he closed her flip phone.
When she looked back up at Richie  he was smiling at her. He took the phone from her, put it in his pocket and grabbed her hands in his.
"What is it Richie?" she asked with deep concern.
He smiled and kneeled on one knee in front of her. Jessika's hands flew to her mouth as it fell open. He grabbed a small round object from his other pocket and held it out to her. It was a beautiful diamond engagement ring.
"Jess, Ive been wanting to ask you this since you came home alive. I don't know how I could ever live my life without you. Will you marry me?" Richie said.
By now tears were streaming down Jessika's face. She couldn't believe he had done all of this.
"yes, Richie. Yes!" she answered.
A smile swept across Richie's face. He slipped the ring on her finger and swoopped her into his arms. They walked back hand in hand and smiles across their faces.

Till We A'int Strangers Anymore

"Please give a hand for our guitarist and my dear friend, Richie Sambora," Jon said before he backed away from the microphone.
Jon walked off the stage and to where the equipment was, which is where I was standing. Richie walked up to the mic and began talking.
"thanks brotha, how you all doin tonight?"
The small crowd screamed. Unlike most of their shows, this was a small private event. Since there was such a small crowd, we were all allowed to interact with the band.
I stared at Richie in amazement.
"haha if you will, please welcome to the stage Miss Lorenza Ponce,"
The crowd applauded and Lorenza walked onto the stage with her violin in hand. She walked over to Richie and they hugged.

 As Lorenza began to speak into the microphone I turned to Jon and began to speak to him.
"you did great Jon,"
He smiled at me.
"Thank you, are you finally gonna talk to Sambora tonight?" he asked.
I was already a friend of the band's but never met Richie. I avoided him at all times, he didn't really know that I existed. I tried to keep it that way, for the sake of both of us. I swallowed hard and looked over to Richie. If only he knew.
"I dunno," I said.
He didnt say anything and the music began to play. Richie and Lorenza did a duet of Till We A'int Strangers Anymore from their Lost Highway album. I began to cry as Richie sung. When it was Lorenza's turn to sing, Richie looked at me. He smiled, winked and pointed to me. When it was time for him to go back to the mic, he looked away and I hid behind a tree that was there for decoration. Jon laughed.
"Whats the matter?" he asked.
I didn't say anything, and fell to my knees crying. I looked back at Richie, knowing he couldn't see me and he was looking for me.
When the song was over I dried my tears and went on the stage, David had taken a break during Till We A'int Strangers Anymore and he was walking to his keyboards. I jumped between them and him.
"I'll be the keyboardist," I said with a smile.
He smiled and continued walking up to me.
"you know I'm joking," I said.
"yeah, I know you are," he said giggling as he gave me a hug.
I didn't want to let go. He was so loveable, like a big brother. Over his shoulder I saw Richie talking to Jon. A photographer took a picture of David hugging me and we let go of each other. Dave got pretty upset. I walked back off of the stage and the band did a few more songs. After their finale Richie found me backstage talking to Tico, Jon and Dave.
"hey," he said.
I put my head down and began to walk away.
"dont go," he said as he grabbed a hold of my arm.
I stopped and looked him in the eyes.
"please," he said.
He motioned for the guys to walk away and they did. It was just Richie and I standing there.
"Jon told me who you are and everything so... you dont have to tell me your name. Just, how come you avoid me?" he asked.
I said nothing and refused to look at him. Suddenly he pulled me against him and I looked at him. When I looked at him, he crashed his lips to mine. It was so passionate. I put my hands on his chest and he stopped. We looked each other in the eyes.
"its okay, don't be afraid," he said.
I smiled and tears filled my eyes. We kissed again. Afterwards he hugged me and kissed me on the forehead.

Goodbye...

Link to FULL fanfiction:

I'll Always Walk Beside You

   The wind got knocked out of Richie as he was hit by a flying arrow. Jon turned at the sound.
"Richie!" Jon said as he grabbed onto Richie to catch him before he fell.
Jon eased Richie down to the ground. Richie held onto the arrow in his chest. Blood began to stain his shirt and hands. Jon held Richie's other hand with a brotherly grip. Richie tried to talk and couldnt.
"shhhhhhh... you'll be okay brotha," Jon said.
I walked toward to where they were. I stepped on a stick and Jon turned around. I was in shock. Jon released Richie's hand and ran toward me. He swooped me into his arms and squeezed me. I felt him sobbing into my shoulder. I kept my eyes locked on Richie. Richie; my best friend, my love, my happiness, my husband, my soul mate. Jon finally released me and we walked over to Richie. My hands shook as I knelt beside Richie and touched his bloody  hand. His eyes were locked on me and his mouth slightly open. He began to gently hold my hand. Tears started to flow down my cheeks.
"Baby, it's going to be okay. Stay with me. You can't leave me here alone. I can't live without you," I said.
"Shhh, my sweetheart. It's okay," He whispered as he took his other hand and gently sat it against my cheek.
I put my other hand around his wrist. He caressed my cheek. I smiled. He moved the hand gently behind my head and guided me down to kiss him and I moved my hand to his cheek. The kiss was so passionate. When our lips parted I opened my eyes. He was crying too now. I put my forehead against his. His body started to relax.
Inside I was screaming, "NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!"
I clutched his hand tighter. He got me to move my head down.
"I love you," He whispered before he kissed my forehead.
"I love you too Richie," I said as it suddenly felt as if i was suffocating.
He then passed with his lips to my forehead. I then broke into a million pieces. I sat up a little to look at his face. A tear that had built up under his eye lid finally started to fall slowly down his face. I kissed it away. I then moved my hand down his chest, still holding his hand, and buried my face into his chest. Jon had already called 911, he called them while Richie was still with us after I knelt down. They still weren't here. Jon was starting to get very angry at this point. He threw his phone in anger and broke it. After about five more minutes, we heard there siren. Jon ran to where they were to lead them to us. In about two minutes they were already there and trying to get me to let go of Richie. I cried harder. I couldn't let go.
"Mrs. Sambora I understand your pain and I'm sorry for your loss. You're allowed to ride with him," a paramedic said softly as he sat a hand on my shoulder.
I held up the hand I was holding to my lips, kissed it, and gently sat it back down on his stomach. I stood up and wrapped my arms around myself. I felt so cold, like my body could no longer create its own heat. The paramedics carefully lifted Richie, put him on a stretcher, and covered him and his face with a blanket. They carried him to the ambulance. There, they slid him in the back.
"You can get in now ma'am," one of them said.
I nodded my head.
"Hey," Jon said as he walked up to me.
I turned to him.
"I'll meet you there. I'm not going to leave you alone with something like this, Richie would want me to stay with you," he said.
I nodded and looked to the ground. He opened his arms and told me to come there. I walked into them and he hugged me.
"I know it doesn't seem like it right now but everything is gonna be okay..." He said as he squeezed me tighter.
Tears started to flow again. He kissed the top of my head, let go, and walked away. I turned and got into the ambulance. The paramedics closed the doors behind me.

The Talk

This is about Heather Locklear and Richie Sambora's divorce.

Hopefully I will eventually make a full fanfiction using this.

Enjoy.

Edit: Here is the link to the full fanfiction. It's a work in progress
http://facingthemusic59.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-talk.html

Richie crossed his arms and sat on the arm of the couch as he watched his wife Heather put their daughter Ava to bed from the living room. When Heather turned out the lights Richie looked down to the floor at his feet.
Heather closed the door and whispered, "We need to talk."
Richie shook his head, looked her in the eyes and said, "Okay."
They turned out all of the lights and went into their bedroom. Richie  sat on the bed and kept his head down and elbows resting on his thighs  as Heather stayed standing. She just stood there for a few moments, looking at the floor and running one hand through her hair and resting the other on her hip. She closed the door before she began to speak.
"Richie, I don't know how much longer I can take of all of this. I need you home and Ava needs you home more than anything. She needs her father Richie! Almost every night when you are away she tells me she misses you and then starts crying, which I begin to sometimes as well. I try not to let her see me cry, but sometimes I can't help it. Baby I need you here, we need you here." Heather bursted out, all the while trying not to disturb Ava.
She sat down beside Richie and sat her hand on his thigh. He looked her in the eyes. She saw he was crying.
"Richie..."
He turned his head to look away from her and gasped for some air. She used her other hand to gently scratch his back to comfort him. He faced straight forward, still not looking at her.
"Look... I'm sorry I'm always gone... on the road, I am home sick. I find myself starring at  pictures of both of you for hours and hours at times that I can. Sometimes I refuse to even eat because all I want is to be home, here with the both of you...I've begged and begged Jon to take longer breaks between tours and legs and he just won't, Heather.... I want to watch Ava grow up, she's doing it way too fast... it scares the hell outta me, it really does...."
He tilted his head down and tears fell from his face to his clothes. She took her hand that was on his thigh and put it to the side of his neck so he would look at her. She was crying too at this point.
"Baby...." he said at a whisper as she put her forehead to his.
There was silence for a few moments
"I want to do better. I can't loose either of you... But I also cannot just stop doing my job...." He whispered.
"i know baby..."

Bitter-sweet morning

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Rest In Peace

A Jon and Richie Fanfiction

I awoke between two warm bodies, men. I let out a sigh.
"Okay, maybe it won't be too bad," I thought.
I opened my eyes. There laid Jon Bon Jovi on my left and Richie Sambora on my right. I closed my eyes again.
"oh god! oh god! oh god! oh god!," I said to myself.
I opened my eyes again. I first looked at Jon. We were all under a white sheet and it came up just above his belly-button. He was asleep and nude.
"Oh god... Three-some?!?!? WITH THEM?!!?!" I thought.
Why was that just now coming to me?
I took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. I looked over at Richie. He too, asleep on his back, covered up to his belly button and nude. I fell in love with him all over again in that moment. I turned over on my right side and curled up to him and started running my fingers over his chest.
"Richie?" I asked softly.
He opened his eyes and looked at me. He wrapped an arm around me and let me in closer to him. He covered us up more.
"I love you," I whispered.
"I love you too," he said as he kissed the top of my head.
I wanted to know if he really did love me or if he was just saying it.
Wasn't I just like another fan to him?
I decided to shake those thoughts and questions out of my head. We laid there and fell back asleep.

In the morning, when I awoke Jon and Richie were still asleep. I decided to take this time and take a shower. Once I was in the shower and started washing my hair, one of them stepped in behind me. I could tell it was Richie by how his hands felt running over my body.
"Goodmorning darlin," he whispered into my ear before he began kissing and licking my neck.
I moaned and he pressed me against the wall, pressing his body into me. I turned my head to look at him behind me.
"Richie, im still very tender after last night. Please dont," I said in a kind of scared tone.
He gently kissed the ball of my neck and put his forehead to it. I could tell he was trying to get in control of himself.
"okay baby, I understand. You're not hurting are you?" he asked as he turned me around to face him.
At first I didn't answer and kept switching my glances between his lips and his gorgeous brown eyes.
"No baby," I said as brought  my face close to his.
I could feel his breath on my face as our foreheads were touching. He finally kissed me deeply. During the kiss he held me against the wall again, and pressed himself into me. He was rock hard and I whimpered as he started thrusting to grind in me. He stopped and broke the kiss. He backed away.
"You wasn't kidding. You're very very tender. So tender it is resisting," he said as he stood there, chest heaving because he couldn't calm himself.
"You both wore my body out last night, although you wore it out the most," I said as I took a step toward him.
The rest of the time we were in the shower, we just washed each other. He was so gentle as he washed me, it felt so good and I wanted more but I just couldnt let him take me.

After that, we were walking around in our towels. He came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed my shoulder.
"You're so beautiful," he said as he kissed just behind my ear-lobe, sending cold chills through my whole body.
Jon groaned from the bed. We looked over to him. He rubbed his face and opened his eyes, looking at us. He looked disappointed and hurt. Richie let go of me and started to walk away.
"Coffee anyone?" he asked before he completely left the room.
Jon and I both said yes and Richie left for the kitchen. I crawled into bed with Jon.
"What's wrong honey?" I asked, drawing circles on his hairy chest.
"Do you remember last night at all? Before Richie even came here?" he asked.
"No,"
He looked away from me.
"Remind me, please," I said.
He looked back at me and we kissed. It was so passionate but, in the long run I felt nothing with him. I only felt stuff with Richie.
When the kiss ended we looked in each others eyes as if we were searching for something.
"Last night I finally told you how I feel. I said I love you. I've always loved you, but you've only loved Richie. Richie loves you back and I wish I was him. He's so lucky," He said.
"Jon, I don't know what to say,"
"It's better if you don'y say anything," he said as he got up and went to the bathroom for his own shower.
I sat up and curled my legs up to my chest. Richie looked in the doorway.
"Come in here. But put my shirt on darlin," he said.
I put my panties and his shirt on. It was so big on me. I loved that. I walked in the living room and sat on the couch. He walked over with our coffee and sat it on the table in front of it. He sat down beside of me and wrapped his arm around me. I guess I looked sad to him because he lifted my chin and made me look at him.
"What is it darling," he asked softly.
I gave him a weak smile and we started to kiss. We forgot about tour coffee and he layed me down on the couch under him. He must've already drunk a little coffee because his breath smelled of it. He kissed my nose and smiled. We put our foreheads together.
"I have a question," I said.
"Go ahead darlin" he said.
"Um, where are we anyhow?"
"One of my condos sweetheart, do you like it?"
"yes," I said as I kissed him.
At that moment Jon walked in, fully clothed. He cleared his throat and we stopped and looked at him. Richie helped me sit up.
"I'm leaving," Jon said as he grabbed his keys.
Richie and I stood up. Richie opened the door and held it for him with a worried look. Jon looked at me with the saddest expression I've ever seen a man give, shook his head and walked out the door. I walked behind him and stopped beside Richie. Richie closed the door.
"I didn't mean to do this, I never should've told him to come here and wait for me. I knew he loved you. I know he's not mad at me but, he's still my brother," he said, not being able to look me in the eyes.
"Well our coffee is getting cold baby," I said.
"I know, c'mon lets pretend he was never even here. It'll be better for us,"
We walked to the couch and drunk our coffee.

Baby Come Back

It had been two years since their divorce, leaving him a single father. All alone but the music in his head, the love he had inside him, and his beautiful daughter that he loved so. It was his first time home in two years as well, he had been on tour for far too long. He picked up a photograph of him and his ex wife, Heather, in a glass frame. He began to grow sad and angry. Tears began to drip from his face. He ran his fingers over her cheeks in the picture, wishing she was there with him in that lonely house that housed nothing but himself, other than when their daughter Ava stayed with him. He never wanted the divorce, but she would not back down untill he signed the paper work.He rememberd holding her safely in his arms, where nothing could harm her. He clenched his teeth as a tear fell from his face onto the glass frame, on her face. He gritted his teeth and heaved the glass frame at the mountain stone wall. He looked up at the ceiling, wishing to God he could get her back. To have her in his safe, loving arms again. The peices of his broken heart left shatterd on the floor made him ache all over. He usually would pick it up but today he would leave it for the house keeper. He headed upstairs to his room. As he climbed the stairs he couldve sworn he heard Heather's voice. He finaly reached his room. It was like a time warp. As he slowly opend the door he thought he could still see her lying beautifully and peacefully in his bed asleep. He walked over to the bed, thinking she was still there, that this whole thing had been just a dream. He finally reached the side of the bed. He held out his hand to gently rub her cheek, it went right through her and she dissapeard into thin air. He fell over onto the bed with a depressing thud. He, Richie, was a tall man, brown hair, brown eyes, gorgeous face, loved by many fans no doubt, and a well fit body. He was in perfect shape, except for his broken heart and his depressed mind. He just layed there in a folded up position with his right arm under his pilliow and the other lying relaxed beside him. He was wide awake yet wanted a nap. He wanted that whole two year nightmare to fade away in his sleep, but it haunted him every night and every waking moment he was alive. He closed his eyes, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
  He awoke with a blanket over him.
"Darla...," he thought.
Darla was the housekeeper. She was in love with him but he was still in love with Heather. He opend his eyes to find Heather's picture lying beside him. Darla had picked up the glass and saved the picture, and brought it up to him. She knew how much his heart ached without Heather and hers ached with him for seeing him in pain, made her to be in pain herself. He slid the blanket off of him and sat up with the picture in his hand. He just sat there, looking down at it, at Heather.He finally couldn't stand to look at it anymore and sat it down on his pillow. He sighed and stood up. He was in nothing but his shorts. He walked downstairs to greet Darla. She came every morning at 7am and left at 10pm every evening. She was in the kitchen cooking. He could smell the aroma of bacon in the air as he decended further down the stairs. He was still very tired, but he would go for a nice run after breakfast if he needed to but for now he would make himself a nice cup of coffee, black, just how he loved it. He finally reached the bottom of the stairs. Darla was young, beautiful, brown hair and eyes, tall, and today she was wearing a bright red t-shirt and jeans. For a minute Richie completely forgot about Heather and focused on the beutiful woman that loved him and was standing in his kitchen, laboring over a hot stove. She had no idea he was in the room. It was the first time he had seen her in two years. She looked the same but different to him, much more beautiful than he had remembered. He slowly and quietly walked up behind her. He sat one hand on her side, her "love handle", and whispered into her ear.
"Darla, my darling, how are you?"
She smiled and bit her lip. She could feel his warm breath on her neck. She opend her eyes and turned around, not caring about the food on the stove. He took his other hand and placed it on the back of her neck as they kissed each other on the cheek as a way of saying hello and I missed you. She felt safe with his hand on the back of her neck. She felt safe with him period. They both stopped and looked at each other. Richie still had his hand on the back of her head.
"Richie," she said as she put her hand on his, "You've been gone for to long,"
He hugged her, keeping his hand on the back of her head. She dug her face into his warm, bare shoulder. She put one hand on the base of his neck and one on his bare chest, loving his chest hair that was groomed perfectly, suprisingly to her liking.
"I missed you," she admitted.
"I missed you too," he said as he kissed the top of her head.
Those words made her heart ache. Just dont say Heather's name, she thought to herself, and he will be okay. She loved his lips being pressed aginst her. She loved HIM and would give anything and everything for him to love her back. She knew Heather would be back in a few days to drop off Ava, and it would be his first time seeing the both of them since the divorce. He had talked to Ava on the phone but that was all, she always sent photos of herself to him so it would be as if she was there and he wouldnt miss her as much, but he did. Ava meant the world to him. He hadnt had much contact with home besides Ava and his original home in New Jersey where is mother lived. He was always a momma's boy and was proud of it. His father, Adam Sambora, had died of cancer not long before the divorce was final with Heather. He had always had a great relationship with his Adam, and he missed him dearly. Darla knew everything about Richie and loved every fact and detail. He was very open to her, and she loved that. She loved a man who didnt hide his feelings, and that man happend to be Richie Sambora. She was always afraid to call him Richard, his original name that was on his birth certificate. She knew his full name, Richard Stephen Sambora, and she loved it, especially the last name that she so badly wished was hers as well. Richie still kept his wedding ring from his marriage with Heather, but he kept it on his littlest finger, beside the ring finger.
 The stove's timer beeped and made her jump. She had forgotten about the food! Richie let her go as she released him so she could turn the stove off before the food burned.
"Here, let me do it," he offered as he reached for the door handle on the stove.
They both reached for it at the same time, he found his hand on top of hers.
"Please," he said calmly.
She released the stove.
"That's it," he whispered as he kept his hand on hers.
He slid his fingers between hers. He wanted to kiss her, he HAD to kiss her. With his other hand he slid some of her hair away from her beautiful neck, and kissed it.
"Go sit on the couch, I will be in there in a moment..." he said softly.
She knew where this was going, at least she thought she knew, and she loved it. So, she did as he said. She began to walk toward the living room, he never wanted to release her hand. She walked but only could go so far. He still wouldnt release it, he couldn't. He knew she had turned the stove off so the only thing the food could do was get cold. He let go of her hand, trying to make her think he was going to get the food. As soon as she turned to walk he was right behind her, slowly creeping up, she knew nothing about it. She stopped in front of the couch, about to sit down when he ran his hand down her "love handle" and grabbed her hand. She turned around with a smile. He released her hand and sat it back on her love handle as he pulled her closer to him. She sat one hand on his chest, the other at the base of his neck, like she had done erlier. He put the other hand on the back of her head once again and kissed her lips. Finally he had kissed her, they both loved the feeling of the other. He pulled her closer, up aginst him, as they continued to kiss. She felt so weak in the legs, she thought she was going to fall and ruin it. The weakness finally over came her and her legs gave out. They fell onto the couch, Richie still had a hold of her. She smiled a little as they kissed. She opend her eyes, she knew she shouldnt but she had to. She saw how caught up in the moment, in the kiss, he was. Well, so was she, but, she never thought this day would come. For him to kiss her, love her, hold her. Now, all she wanted was for this to never end. Richie was really enjoying this, he had missed her, loved her before but, Heather had always been his only love. Why did he have to fall in love with the house keeper?! It sounded so stupid but everytime he even thought of her name his heart would beat at a faster pase. They stopped all of a sudden to catch their breath. They were both breathing heavily.
"Darla, I'm so sorry, I-" he started.
"shh," she said as she ran her fingers through his shaggy, beautiful, long brown hair.
God it had been far to long since he had seen her, and vise versa. She could feel his whole body lying against hers, she loved just the thought of it. The thought of him.
"I'm sorry Darla, please, forgive me?"
"for what?"
"for all of this," he said as he looked down and gestured to the way he was lying, the way he had kissed her.
"no apologies"
He smiled. She gave him a quick but soft kiss on the lips. He loved her soft and juicy lips. The way they had kissed him, the way that they were a part of her. By now they had finally calmed down their breathing. Richie couldn't stand how dumb he had been to move on her like that, but he didnt know that she had wanted it plus more, he just got carried away. Not as much as he wanted to but it was all the same to him, well, almost. The kiss just made him want her more. Their lips parted. He pushed them back together.