Gift of Love

Richie and Isabel

Chapter 21

“Four, three, two, one, here I come.” Richie shouted out. Wanting the element of surprise, he removed his boots. Tossing them onto the carpet, he slowly made his way out of the living room. Brown eyes peered around the vacant room as he walked around the kitchen searching for his family hiding from him.  As a little boy he had always loved playing, Hide and Seek with his friends. Hell, there had been quite a few times he and the guys had played a game or two just to break up the monoty.  Looking under the table, the kitchen sink, and inside the cabinets brought him nothing. Moving to the family room he once again found another empty room.  “They are getting really good at this.” He mused, a smile playing on his lips.

Going down the hall towards the bedrooms, Richie tried another tactic, taunting.  Doing his best Wicked Witch impression from, the Wizard of Oz, he snickered. “I will find you my pretties,” he cackled. “And your mommy too.”

A child’s giggle came from behind the curtain. Tip toeing across the carpet he moved in on his subject. Grabbing a handful of material in his hand, he threw the curtain back, yelling. “Gotcha!”

“Daddy!” Savannah giggled at being the first one he caught.

One down, four to go. Laughing at his youngest daughter’s reaction, Richie wiggled his eyebrows. “Want to help daddy find everybody else?"

Shaking her head yes, he picked her up and carried her through the suite as they continued their hunt. “We don’t want anybody to hear us coming so we have to be really quiet. Can you be really quiet for daddy?”

Nodding her head up and down Savannah whispered. “Yes.”

With that said, father and daughter resumed their search.

It took them close to half an hour to find Katie hidden in the hall closet, buried under a bunch of blankets. Ava was in the bedroom closet behind some clothes.  Richie found Joey hiding underneath the dresser in the room he shared with Savannah.

Once he found all of the kids, Richie started looking for his wife. Searching the kids rooms, the bathrooms, and behind the curtains in the living room and family room showed no sign of her. This really puzzled him because they had searched the entire suite.  He knew it was time to call in reinforcements.

Setting Savannah down to stand next to her siblings, Richie sat down in the leather recliner, his hands on his thighs. “Looks like mom is the only one left I need to find.” Looking at each one of his children, he grinned. “Any idea on where she might be hiding?”

All four kids nodded their heads yes.

Richie was not surprised that they knew where their mother was hiding. “Will you show me?”

Ava and Katie each took one of his hands and led their dad into the kitchen. Joey and Savannah following close behind.

Stopping in the middle of the kitchen, Ava put her finger up to her lips. “Shh.” She whispered

Watching with amusement and pride as each child exchanged a look of silent agreement between them, they turned to face their dad.  Giving a gentle shove to his back, Savannah and Joey pushed their father forward.  

Chuckling at their actions, he put his hands up and mouthed. “What?”

Without saying a single word, Ava pointed to the food pantry doors.

Creeping across the tiled floor like a panther stalking its prey, Richie walked around the kitchen island keeping his footsteps lite; standing off to the side of the double doors, he wrapped his fingers around the doorknob. Giving his brood a wink, he yanked the doors open to reveal his wife sitting on the floor an open bag of Oreos in her lap.

Cradling his hands over his stomach, Richie’s body shook with laughter. “I should have known you would be the one to hide in the pantry with the cookies.”

Popping another cookie in her mouth, Bel chuckled. “Since you were taking forever to find me, I decided to have a snack. I figured this was the perfect place to hide from you.”  Seeing the kids standing behind their father, she shook her head. “I see you had to ask our children to help you." Leaning sideways, she pointed her finger at them. "Thanks for ratting me out!" Looking up at her husband who was still laughing, she smiled. "When you are done laughing do you think you could help me up? I think my legs fell asleep while I was waiting for you.”

Doing as his wife had asked, Richie bent down and lifted his wife up off the floor. Keeping his arm around her waist, he gave her a quick peck on the lips. “Are your legs still asleep?”

“Yes, no thanks to you.” She laughed; the tingling in her feet was driving her crazy.

The kids stood there laughing watching their mom stomp her feet and shake her legs as she tried to get the circulation back. Richie just shook his head.

 When she finally stopped jumping around Richie figured the feeling had returned to her legs. “All better now?”

“Yep, the tingling is gone.” Bel smiled.

Good, how about we get these kids to bed so mommy and daddy can play the adult version of Hide and Seek.” He whispered in her ear as he stole a cookie from the bag she still held in her hand.

“I like the sound of that.” Pulling the bag away from her husband, she whispered softly against his neck so the kids wouldn’t hear her. “I don’t remember how the adult version goes.”

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he kissed her ear. “Guess I will have to show you.”

 

There were a few cookies left in the bag so Bel split them up amongst the kids while their dad poured them each a half a glass of milk.  Once they had finished eating their late night snack Richie went with them to make sure they brushed their teeth again before he put them back in their beds. Bel stayed behind to clean up the kitchen, and to give the kids some alone time with their dad.

With the kitchen put back together she shut the light off then walked down the hall towards their bedroom to wait for her husband. Once in the room she pulled the black comforter down to the end of the bed before flipping the covers back. Fluffing the pillows up a little, she propped them against the headboard.  

Sitting in front of the vanity mirror brushing her hair, she gave her husband a warm smile as he wandered into the room. “Are the kids tucked in, again. “She giggled.

Chuckling at his wife, he nodded his head. “Yes, they are once again tucked all snuggly in their beds.”

Twirling around in her seat to face her husband, Bel pointed her hairbrush at him. “It wasn’t my idea to wake them up and play a game. That was all you, honey.”

He hated it when his wife was right, but in all fairness he did promise his son they would play when he came in. “Guess I really didn’t think that one through, huh. Next time I will think before opening my mouth.”  Rubbing his hands over his face, Richie let out a heavy sigh. He was tired.  “Man, those kids wore my ass out.”

He loved his kids with a passion but there times when he couldn’t keep up with them. Tonight was one of those times. Of course playing a two and a half hour gig was another reason for the weariness he felt.

Putting her brush down on the dresser, Bel crossed the room. Climbing onto the bed, she moved to sit behind him. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she gently kneaded the tense muscles.  She could feel how tight his muscles were, but after a few minutes, she could feel him relaxing. “Let’s go to bed."

 As much as he was enjoying the massage, Richie knew a hot shower would help loosen up his body even more. That and his wife were what he needed right now. “I need a shower first.” Standing up he turned around, his hands reaching out to help his wife off the bed.  “Care to help me wash my back?”

Letting her husband lead her into the massive bathroom, Bel had a huge grin on her face as she admired the man walking in front of her.  “Are you sure you don’t want to skip the shower? I know the kids wore you out.”

Shutting the bathroom door behind them, and keeping his hold on her hands, he led them towards the glass stall.  Stopping in front of the shower, Richie kept his eyes on his wife as he opened the stall door. Letting go of one of her hands, he turned the water on. “I am positive.”  

The mirrors began to fog up as the heat from the shower filled the room. Steam from the hot water caused a misty film to cover the glass. Wiping a trickle of sweat from his eye, Richie let go of her other hand, his fingers tugging on her shirt.  “I believe it is time for you to get out of those clothes.”

“What about you? Aren’t you going to take your clothes off too? Or were you planning on taking a shower fully clothed?”

Without saying a saying a single word, they each took their clothes off. With their clothes lying in pile between them on the floor, they stood there staring at each other. It had been weeks since they had last seen each other naked.

 With her hands on her hips, she shrugged her shoulders. “Okay, now that you got me naked. What happens next?”

Reaching for her hand, Richie stepped inside the shower. “Follow me and I will show you.”

 Following her husband into the shower, she heard the click of the latch as the shower door shut. Pushing his wife under the warm water, he tipped her head back. Running his fingers through her long blonde hair, he massaged her scalp with the tips of his fingers. With a smug grin on his face, Richie nuzzled his wife’s neck when he heard a low moan come from his wife. “Feel good, honey?”  

“Oh you have no idea. Not even Juan can make me feel this good.” It always amazed her how much pleasure his hands could give her. Even something as simple as a scalp massage was pleasurable.  “God that feels good.”

Reaching for the shampoo sitting on the shelf beside him, he stopped mid-pour. “Who the hell is Juan?” This was the first time he had ever heard that name.

Isabel couldn’t help but laugh. “Relax, honey, Juan is my new hairdresser.”

“We will see about that.” Turning the shampoo bottle upside down, Richie dumped it on her head.

“Hey! What was that for?” Wiping the streams of bubbles from her forehead, Isabel poked her husband in the chest. “That was not nice, Sambora!”

“Well it is not nice to tease your husband when he is giving you a scalp massage to mention another guy’s name.”  Richie retorted back.

“Okay, you got me there.”  Turning her back to her husband, “Will you please wash my hair, honey?”

“Yes, dear,” Scrubbing the apricot scented shampoo through her long blonde locks. His hands were occupied with washing her hair, but his eyes, well they were busy following the trail of suds drifting down her shoulders and over her breasts.  His eyes watched in fascination as her nipples were smothered by the suds. Licking his lips he continued to  watch as the trail wandered across her stomach before disappearing between her legs.

The sight hardened him instantly.

Rinsing the shampoo from her hair he then added conditioner to her long tresses. Admiring how slim her neck was, his eyes focused on the bubbles cascading over skin.     The sight was too tempting for him to pass up. Brushing his lips over the spot where he could see her pulse beating, he licked her neck. “Mm, you taste good.” The water hitting him in the face didn’t bother him one bit.

As hot water ran down her face, she closed her eyes. A warm, tingling feeling spread throughout her body when she felt his lips on her skin, the sensation he was giving her was incredible.  The ache inside her grew with every stroke of his tongue against her skin.  Twisting around she lent her head back to rinse the conditioner from her hair which was not easy to do with her husband nuzzling her neck. Arching her back, she pressed breasts against his chest. When her nipples encountered the hair on his chest, she gasped. “Oh my, sweet lord,” Whimpering, she felt her juices sliding down her leg.

Hearing her whimper, Richie licked a trail down to her breast, his tongue seeking out her nipple. Swirling the tip in his mouth he sucked on it until it was hard enough to cut diamonds.

“Damn, that feels good.” Breathing heavily, Bel reached out for some kind of support to hold her up, but found nothing.

Richie felt her body quiver when he scraped his teeth over the hard nipple, swirling his tongue around the pebble before sucking the wet tip into his mouth. “You like that, darling?” Sucking harder he heard her gasp.

“Yes.” Her response a breathless whisper.

Moulding her body into his, she shoved her breast into his wet mouth.  Gripping the strands of his damp hair in her fingers, Bel cried out. “Fuck yes!”  

Switching his attention to her other breast he proceeded to give the same treatment that he gave the other one.  Once again, Richie elicited a gasp of pleasure from his wife.

The throbbing between her legs was becoming unbearable. The need to stop the ache consumed her. Cradling his face in her hands, she raised his head. Looking him in the eyes Bel could see the desire swirling inside them. “I want to feel you inside me. Now, baby.”

Reading the hunger in her eyes, he moved them from under the water to the tiled wall behind them in one fluid step. Crushing his body into hers, Richie felt his hard cock brush her thigh. Lifting her leg, he set her foot down on the bench next to them. “Don’t move.”

When his cock brushed up against her thigh the hardness she felt  just about did her in. God she wanted him. As his finger coasted along the inside of her inner thigh, she felt the tiny blisters on his fingers from playing. Every stroke of his fingers left goose bumps on her skin.

 Stopping just inches from where he knew his wife wanted him; he chuckled when he heard her growl in protest. Raising his head, he claimed her mouth in a mind -blowing kiss. The desire to taste every delectable spot of her mouth soared in his brain.

With their lips fused together, their tongues stroking, licking and caressing one another left no doubt as to how deep the depths of their desire for each other ran.

Bel was not sure if she was shaking from her back being against the cold tile, or from her husband's hands that were all over her. The only thing she was sure of is that she wanted more. The exquisite feeling of his short nails trailing across her oversensitive skin had her body on fire. “More.” She pleaded.

“You want more?” A lecherous smile played on his lips. “I’ll give you more.”

Peppering her upper body with opened mouth kisses, he eased his way down her slim figure, the heat from her skin stinging his tongue. Lowering his frame until he was kneeling in front of her, he placed his hands on the inside of her thighs, spreading her wide open for him to see her most intimate parts. The juices dripping from her swollen clit made him hungry.

Through glazed eyes, Bel stared down at her husband, watching as he leaned forward, flattening his tongue before burying his face between her legs. The first swipe of his tongue over her clit stole her breath. “Oh fuck!” Her legs began to shake uncontrollably as he increased his tempo. Planting her palms against the wall, Bel waited for what he would do next.

Keeping his tongue flat, he licked her slit as if he was eating an ice cream cone.

Holding her hips in a firm grasp with his hands to keep her moving, and curving his tongue, he slid in and out of her fucking her with his tongue.  Richie could feel the heat from inside her on his face as he shoved his tongue deep inside, curling the tip just a bit he swept it repeatedly over that magical spot that made his wife scream. Continuing his ministrations, he delved deeper. The tangy taste of his wife greeted his taste buds like an old friend

Rubbing the bridge of his nose against her swollen clit, Richie felt her fingers pulling on his hair. She was close.

With a strength she didn’t know she had, Isabel managed to stay standing up while her chest rose up and down as she struggled to breathe. Her entire body felt like it was on fire. His tongue sent shock waves to her entire nervous system. The tingling in her toes and the buzzing in her veins became more prominent as he continued to lick her. She was on the edge of exploding.  “Oh sweet fuck, don’t stop.”  Squeezing her eyes shut when her husband’s very talented tongue hit her G spot, she began to convulse. “Yes, right there! Oh god, yes!”  Slamming the back of her head against the wall, Isabel’s screams bounced off the bathroom walls, her orgasm slamming into her with such force it took her ability to think straight, let alone breath, away. “Baby, I’m, oh sweet lord, I’m cumminnng!”

Richie knew the moment she went over as her whole body tensed up. Wanting one more taste he swiped his tongue across her swollen bud. “Mm, you taste divine.”

While her body still shook from her intense orgasm, he stood up. Winding his arms around her waist, he bent his knees, and in one thrust buried himself deep inside her. Her walls still quivering from her explosive orgasm enveloped his steel shaft.

Tossing her head from side to side, Isabel let out a throaty moan when he slid inside her. Her body adjusted to his length immediately.  “Please fuck me!” She begged him.

Thrusting his hips back and forth, Richie pounded into his wife’s heat feeling her cervix grab him in a hold so tight he saw stars. “Jesus, honey you are so fucking tight.”

Winding her arms around his neck, she nipped his jaw. “Any idea on how to loosen me up, sexy?”

“I think I might have an idea or two.” Keeping one foot on the bench, he raised her other leg higher wrapping it around his hip.  The new position allowed him to go even deeper. “Does that work for you?”

“Fuck yes!” She exclaimed, keeping her hands around his neck as he pounded into her.

Each push of his hips sent him deeper and deeper inside her, but for Bel, it only sent her higher and higher. “More!”

“Anything you say, love.” Drilling his wife into the wall while trying to keep his balance was not an easy thing to do considering where they were, but somehow Richie managed to keep them on their feet.  The tightening in his balls let him know his orgasm was approaching at lightning speed. “Sweetheart?”

Bel knew what he was asking.  She was ready. Every time his cock hit her deep brought her closer to another mind- blowing orgasm. Lifting her hips, she met him thrust for thrust as their bodies moved in perfect harmony. The tingling started in her scalp and toes before meeting up at the very core of her.  The blinding heat spread over her like lava as she blew apart in her husband’s arms.

Seeing his Izzy fall apart went straight to his cock. “Oh, sweet, fuck!”   Hammering into her pussy at a frenzied pace, Richie felt her walls tighten around his cock. YES!

There was no greater feeling for Bel than the feeling of her husband filling her with his seed. "You okay, stud?" Her fingers teasing the tiny hairs at the nape of his neck, she kissed the top of his head.

Lifting his head from her shoulder, Richie kissed her on the lips. "I feel fantastic!"

Wrapping her arms around his waist, she held him close to her. "You are amazing."

Cupping her face in his hands, he stared into eyes that shined with love for him. "We are amazing. I definitely don't feel this good after jacking off, sweetheart."

Laughing at his honesty, Bel rested her forehead against his. "Good to know. Now what do you say I help you wash up so we can get some sleep. Lord knows our kids will be up with the sun."