Chapter 97

“Finally.”

“What?” Fran turned to him with a questioning look on her face.

“Finally, I’m alone with you.” Rich said and locked the door. She laughed lightly and moved over to the mirror to take off the heart shaped sapphire necklace.

“I still can’t believe your mom gave me this necklace.”

“She loves you.” He told her and stepped behind her. She searched his eyes in the mirror.

“Still…it must be worth a fortune.” Fran carefully put the necklace back in the satin box.

“Probably.” Rich replied lightly while his focus was already on the zipper of her wedding dress.

“Probably? Come on Rich, this necklace is over 250 years old. Of course it’s worth a fortune.” She spun around and looked at him with anger. His lack of acknowledgement really pissed her off.

“Whoa, whoa…ok, you are right. But mom didn’t gave it to you, because of the financial value, she gave it to you, because YOU are worth having it.” Fran’s expression softened.

“Sure, but still… you could at least acknowledge that one of your ancestors went through a lot of trouble to make his wife happy.” Rich nodded with a serious look on his face.

“I do. And I plan on follow that tradition and make my wife very happy…tonight.” His voice turned into a deep growl when he leaned forward and nibbled at her shoulder.

“Richie!” she pulled away from him and brought some distance between them. Her dress swished with every step she took over the thick carpet.

“What?” he looked at her amused.

“I don’t know.” She sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“It’s different.” She added after a few seconds.

“Different? What do you mean?” he frowned lightly and moved closer to her.

“I don’t know.” She shook her head in disbelieve over her own words. Rich smiled softly.

“Hey…it’s still us, darling. We are the same people we were this morning. Nothing is different.” He knelt down in front of her and softly took her hands in his. His brown eyes locked with her emerald green ones.

“I love you, Frannie.” He whispered and kissed her deeply.

Fran sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck. Rich pulled her back to his feet without breaking the kiss a single second. With his clever fingers he had the zipper of her dress open and broke the kiss. Fran moaned at the loss of contact when he stepped back.

“Here, let me help you.” He offered her his hand so she could step out of the pile of white satin, which now lay disregarded on the floor.

“God, you are so beautiful.” He whispered and let his gaze wander of his wife’s body hungrily. He already knew she was wearing stockings. There was no chance he could miss it when he was kneeling at her feet early during the reception to remove the ivory lace garter with a satin center-tied light blue bow from her thigh.

What he missed though, was the white lace garter belt, which kept those sexy stockings in place together with a white nearly see-through lace corsage and the tiniest white lace string he had ever seen.

“Well, there’s no doubt, who’s the bride here.” He said while stepping close to her again and let his hands ran over the thin bodice that cupped her breast lovingly.

“Richie…” she arched into his touch and pressed herself close to him.

“How about we get you out of this nice little outfit, so I can see what’s under it.” He whispered in her ear and reached for the hooks on her back. She chuckled softly.

“You know very well what’s under it and…you can nearly see it already….I can’t see anything though. Just this stupid black suit and white dress shirt.” She pouted and tugged at his clothes. He grinned.

“What me to take it off?” he asked in a husky voice. She nodded and licked her lips.

“Slowly?” his low voice nearly made her come instantly.

“Yes.” she whispered and sat down on their bed. Rich smirked and tossed his jacket aside. Very slowly, he opened one button after another of his dress shirt and let it glided down his tanned and toned torso.

He could hear a small whimper from his wife when he flexed his biceps and posed for her a second. She was laying down on the bed now and was touching herself with her right hand.

“Do you like the show, darling?” he asked with darkening brown eyes. He never stripped for a woman before as far as he remembered, normally they did  it for him, but he had to admit it had something very erotic.

When his hands reached for the waistband of his trousers, she moved closer to the edge of the bed. His eyes gleamed when he saw the hunger in her nearly black eyes by now. He dropped his pants and watched her licking her lips as soon as she spotted his already proud standing erection.

“You want this, right?” his right hand moved up and down his twitching member.

“Yes.” Fran nearly fell out of bed.

“Wanna taste it before I fuck you crazy?” he walked towards the bed. She nodded eagerly and as soon as he was close enough her gorgeous full lips were sucking him.

“God, darling…yes…” he growled deeply and grabbed a wistful of her dark brown hair to guide her. Her head bobbed up and down and he could feel a familiar tingle in his whole body.

“Stop!” he barked.

Fran let go of him immediately and looked at him a little shocked. His breathing was strong and lust was shining in his dark eyes.

“We don’t want it to be over with, right darling?” his voice was hoarse when he let his right index finger ran so softly over the hem of the lace corsage. Fran shivered. He was barely touching her and yet she was close to come.

“Now, I wanna taste you!” he growled low in her ear.

Fran squealed surprised when he flipped her over without warning and un-hooked her corsage. In a split of a second her soaked panties were gone and all that was left were the garter-belt and white stockings.

“That’s what I want.” He whispered and lashed down on her dripping wet and ready pussy.

“RICHIE!”

She arched her back of the mattress as soon as her husband’s mouth tasted her. His tongue licked her roughly and his lips found her sobbing clit. When he sucked, she screamed out her release and he was sure everybody in this building knew what they were doing.

He kept her hips in place and stopped every bigger movement and continued to lick and kiss her while watching her trembling body. When she was calming down his hands travelled up her waist to her full breast. Lovingly he kneaded them and gently tugged with his teeth on her rock hard rosy nipples.

Her body jerked at the stimulation. He helped her to angle her right leg and finally entered her in a long deep push.

“Richie…” it wasn’t more than a whisper.

“Yes, my love.” He kissed her slightly parted lips softly and picked a slow pace. Her eyes fluttered open and locked with his.

“Oh, Richie…” she pulled him down for a lingering kiss. Their lips stayed locked until they found their sweet release.