richie’s in awe when he watches you sink down on him. thighs wet and shiny, braced on either side of him, you’re a picture of perfection. “fuckin’ take it, take me, right up in there.” he encourages, stuck watching how you handle every inch of him like a champ, make him fit in a way that has his head swimming. “take me like a fuckin’ pro,” he curses, still fixed on where he disappears inside you. “swear to fuckin’ god you’re the fuckin’ best.”