CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The next morning, after Vince had spoken the night before with his attorney and best friend George Grantham, and after he and Ricki had gotten back into her bed and fallen asleep together, a phone rang out in the silence and woke up both of them at the same time.
But what stunned both of them at the same time was the fact that they were sleeping on their side, with Ricki’s back to Vince’s front, and his long dress shirt she wore was all the way up her body and gathered just beneath her breasts.
And Vince’s arms had fully encapsulated her naked body just beneath her breasts.
And the arousal of her naked butt slammed against his front had caused his penis to protrude out of his pajama pants opening.
It was a recipe for disaster and they both knew it.
And neither one of them remembered how in the world did they get so intimate in the first place.
It was so startling that they had forgotten Ricki’s phone was still ringing. Their entire waking up attention went from what was waking them up, to what was going on beneath those covers they were under.
They both knew it was risky business when Vince got off the phone with his attorney, who he ordered to meet them at the hotel the next morning, and they remained in Vince’s bed together.
The edge was off for Ricki because her sister was going to get the best representation money could buy, which meant she stood a chance against the State.
Since the only edge that had ever been on Vince was concern for Ricki, he was relaxed too.
But to wake up that relaxed was not what they had expected. How did they get that relaxed?
And that was not the half of it. Because neither one of them moved an inch from their positions.
Mainly because it felt too good. Mainly because Vince’s penis was still expanding and they both could feel it moving.
Vince exhaled as if he was giving in already, and he began moving Ricki closer against his penis.
And when he took that penis and rested it between her legs, and she didn’t object because if felt far too good, something broke within both of them.
Urgency took over where caution used to reign. Vince pulled down and kicked off his pajama pants, then he took that dress shirt and flung it over Ricki’s head, tossing it aside too. Then he turned her over to face him, and they looked into each other’s eyes, and her big browns did him in again.
He began kissing her with a passion that she hadn’t felt in years. It was long and hard and they both were engrossed in the sensations. He couldn’t get enough of her.
Ricki couldn’t get enough of Vince either, even though he was kissing her rougher than she was used to.
But what she loved was when he settled back down from his initial rush, as if he knew exactly what he was doing, and it became a less-urgent, but still very passionate kiss.
The kind of masterful kissing that made Ricki know she was in great hands.
He proved it when his penis kept easing into her, preparing her for a full entry, and then entering her with a thrust that she knew was going to be the best fuck she’d ever had.
It easily was.
Vince knew too, as soon as he entered her, that it was going to be special.
He wrapped her in his arms as he did her.
He moved her onto her back and got on top of her and made love to her breasts as he did her.
And when the intensity got to be too much, and it was time to go all the way through, he moved her on top of him, began moving with a more rapid rate inside of her, and took them home.
They both cried out as he took them home.
It was the best he’d ever had too. The absolute best. And for a man of his decades of experience, who’d been with every desirable woman under the sun, that was saying everything to him.
It was a long cum. He stared at Ricki’s face as he did her.
Her eyes were closed, and she was groaning as she was orgasming, but he could feel an emotional surge that went far beyond lust. He already knew he could fall hard for this woman.
He already knew that. But now, as his penis was making her cum and her organism was making him cum even harder, he was beginning to wonder if he was already there: If he had already fallen madly in love with a woman he’d just met.
He pulled her even closer against his body and held her even tighter as their cum wouldn’t quit. She was his. From that day on, she was his. It was such an emotional attachment that he didn’t want to let her go.
And even after they finally reached the summit and were still laying there attempting to come back down from that mountain, it was her phone ringing again, after they had ignored it the first time, that caused their separation.
She let him go and grabbed her phone out of the charge port on her nightstand, and answered this time.
It was Geraldine. “Where you at?” she said into the phone in her usual loud voice. “Quesha said you called.”
Ricki let the phone rest by her side and smiled. She was so grateful that she didn’t have to rely on Geraldine’s help, and hopefully never again. “I called yesterday,” she said into the phone.
And then she looked at Vince and smiled again. “But I’m okay now,” she said.