The Bold and the Beautiful : Rick and Taylor - "Heartbeat Song" Part 1

The Reunion

“Your mother is right,” Taylor murmured as Rick approached her with a Cheshire-cat grin on his too-beautiful-to-be-believed face.

“Did I just hear you say my mother is right?” Rick asked, his smile becoming curious. “What’s this all about?”

“She said we are a disaster waiting to happen,” she said as he stepped behind her and lifted her silky hair gently off of her neck. “Rick, don’t.” She felt his lips come down on her collarbone. His teeth lightly nipped the skin as he suckled and her legs immediately turned into limp noodles.

“Don’t what?” Rick asked against her earlobe, eliciting a shiver from her. “Don’t want you? Don’t need you? Don’t love you? Newsflash, Taylor, I tried that and it didn’t work.” He returned to feasting on her neck, sending ripples of pleasure down her spine. She should fight him off. They couldn’t actually be together. There were so many reasons they didn’t work, although honestly she couldn’t think of even one at the moment.

His hands slipped around her, coming up to cup her full breasts. She let out a breath she hadn’t even known that she was holding. “Riccck,” she moaned in spite of herself. “Please.” He circled the nipples with his careful fingers. They instantly pebbled at his touch. She sagged against him, all the fight going out of her for the moment. He began working at the buttons on her blouse. It was the very same blouse she’d worn the first night they made love years ago. She told herself it had been an unconscious choice to wear it tonight but she had honestly known that he would happen by this evening. He was pursuing her in earnest again, now that his relationship with Caroline Spencer had gone belly up.

“Caroline,” Taylor said, shaking her head, suddenly remembering one reason why trying to restart this relationship was a bad, bad idea.

“What about her?” Rick asked, lightly flicking her nipples through the cotton fabric of her top. It was all she could do not to moan out loud. When he started in on the buttons again, she stayed his hand, forcing herself away from him.

“You love her,” Taylor said. Her whole body was shaking with pent-up desire and she avoided looking into Rick’s beautiful blue eyes, knowing her resolve would completely cave if she did.

“I did,” Rick said. “But that’s the past..”

“Oh really? Because I think you’re rebounding.”

“I dumped her, remember?” Rick said.

“Yes, but –“

“No, buts, Taylor,” Rick said, approaching her, his Italian loafers wearing grooves in the dark, thick carpeting. “I did love Caroline but never, ever the way I loved you. You know that I fell apart when we ended things. I coped the best way I could but I wasn’t the same anymore. I was angry, belligerent, hateful and so full of myself.”

“You’re always been full of yourself,” Taylor said with a little smile. “But you’re not in love with me. You can’t be.”

“Why not?” Rick asked, sounding genuinely puzzled. “You’re beautiful; smart, strong… I could go on all day about the reasons I want you in my life and in my bed.”

“You’re just rebounding and you’re lonely and –“

He closed the distance between them and reached for her wrist, pulling her close. The smell of his aftershave was making her feel dizzy. The heat of his body so close to hers was making her come undone.

“I want you, Taylor,” he said. “I love you. And yes, maybe there are a million reasons we shouldn’t jump back into this head first but there’s just one reason that we should… We love each other.”

“Rick-“

“Look at me,” he said in a husky voice. “Come on. Look at me,” he said again and when she didn’t move, he took her face into his hands and forced her to really see him. “Look into my eyes, Taylor. Tell me you don’t see how much I need you, how much I want you, how much I love you, you beautiful, stubborn woman.”

“Rick, I –“

“See me, Taylor, the way only you have ever been able to. See me,” he said.

“I do, Rick,” she said, her eyes filming with tears. She reached out and touched his freshly-shaven cheek. “I see you and I – “

“You what?” He asked. “Tell me.”

“I love you too,” she whispered hoarsely. “I didn’t ask for that to happen. I didn’t ask to feel the way for you that I do, but you are right, I can’t fight it anymore. I love you like I never loved anyone else. I was a fool to throw you aside for a pipe dream. I’m – I’m sorry if I hurt you. I am so sorry, you deserve to hear that after all these years.”

“I am not mad anymore,” Rick said. “But I was mad back then and that’s why I lashed out, why I tried to hurt you and your family time and time again. I’m not proud of those things but–“

“Shh,” Taylor said, “don’t apologize. We both made mistakes – huge mistakes but … what’s important is that you’re here with me. Tell me you will stick around.”

“Just try to get rid of me, baby,” he said and drew her lips to his. He pressed his mouth down on hers and she moaned into the kiss. He nudged her beestung lips apart to accept his tongue. Their kisses were feverish and desperate as he yanked her to him and knotted his fingers in the locks of her long hair.

“Rick, touch me,” she said.

“You never have to ask me twice,” Rick said with a naughty twinkle in his sexy eyes. He began to work anew at the buttons on her top. “This looks familiar,” he said. “I like it. But I always did like it better on the floor.” He eased the blouse down her bronzed shoulders and smiled at her. She sighed softly as he kneaded her nipples through the flimsy material of her pink bra.

He slid his hands around her back, his hot fingers branding her skin. He expertly unclasped her bra and slowly peeled away the material. She heard his breath hitch in his throat as he looked at her. She shivered under his intense, smoky gaze.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. “The most beautiful, perfect woman.”

“I don’t know about that but thank you,” Taylor said, “thank you for making me feel wanted, needed, desired.”

“Oh I do desire… I desire a lot,” he said with a grin. He rested his hands on her trim hips and then slid them upwards to cup her breasts, massaging them with the pads of his thumbs. He leaned down and captured one dusky nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue around it. Her hands went to his hair and she tugged on the ends of it. He was growing his hair out again. She loved it.

“Riccck,” she cried as he feasted on her. Just when she didn’t think she could take the sensual torture anymore, he pulled back a bit. “Rick-“

He laid a finger over her lips. “Wait,” he said. “I’ve waited nearly six years for this night and I want it to last.”

She nodded and watched him as he moved his eyes down her flat torso. He slid his hands down her flat tummy to the waistband of her pants. He popped the button open and slowly eased down the zipper. Her whole body quaked in anticipation. He pulled her slacks down her legs inch by torturous inch until he was crouched low on the floor. He helped her out of her high heels and rested his hands on her calves. He slid them up her legs, to her thighs and back down a bit until his fingers were resting in the hollow between her legs.

He reached out and touched her through her panties. His hand came away damp and he smirked at her knowingly. “You’re so wet. You wanted me all along, didn’t you, you minx?”

She nodded. “Yes, I did.” She couldn’t lie about her feelings anymore.

He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and yanked them down. He then surprised her by easing her legs open and getting between them. She mewled wantonly as he traced the curve of her womanhood. “Ohhhh, Rick.”

“Ask me,” he said.

“Ask you what?”

“I think you know what. Ask me to do what you desire most - ask me to put my mouth on you, to put my tongue in that tight little hole.”

Her face flamed with heat. “Come on, Taylor, ask me,” Rick encouraged her with a lascivious smile. “I want to taste you just as bad as you want to be tasted but you have to ask. I want to hear you plead for my touch.”

“Rick, please – please put your mouth on me. Please taste me,” she said.

He nodded and spreading her lean legs farther apart, he nestled a finger inside of her heat. She cried out as he thrust it in and out of her and then eased his tongue inside of her. She began to rock against the ministrations of his mouth, the nibbling of his teeth on that bundle of nerves. He licked and suckled until she was screaming out her release. When she thought it was over, he upped the ante though. He sluiced his tongue into her again and again until she was floating high on a cloud of pleasure. When she came sailing down from great heights, she grinned at him.

“That was –“ She started.

“Amazing,” Rick filled in. “You taste so damn good.”

Taylor just smiled and then grabbed for his hands, helping to pull him upright. They were eye-to-eye again. Taylor kept smiling, this time mischievously.

“What are you thinking?” Rick asked, smiling back.

“Let me show you,” Taylor said. She pressed on his shoulders, forcing him to walk backwards. He landed rather ungracefully on the sofa.

“Taylor—“

“Shh, it’s your turn,” she said. She saw that his erection was already straining the front of his black trousers. She ran her palm over his manhood and he jerked on the sofa.

“Don’t tease me,” he said.

“The way you did me? Oh, never,” she said, winking at him. She moved to his feet and began slowly removing his loafers and socks. She massaged his feet.

“Like that?” She asked.

“I’d much rather you be massaging something else,” he said, knodding pointedly at his crotch.

“Patience,” she said. “You waited almost six years. Surely you can wait a little longer.”

“You’d be surprised,” he said. “I just want – I need to be inside of you. I’m not going to be able to hold on forever here, you know.”

She just smiled and kept rubbing his feet. Finally, she moved her hands to his kneecaps and squeezed them, running her hands up his thighs, narrowly missing his shaft. “Now you’re just playing with me,” Rick said. He instinctively arched up on the cushions as she undid his belt, sliding it painfully slowly through the loops. She dragged the tail end of it across her breasts and feminine mound. Rick growled in desire.

“You can’t imagine what a turn on it is to see you wrapped up in my leather belt.” He smiled and gestured to his dick. “Now can we do something about that?”

“Be patient.”

“Easy for you to say.”

She tugged on his pants, pulling his boxer-briefs down along with them. His engorged shaft popped free as she tossed the clothes to the floor, somewhere in the general direction of the front door. Just when he must have thought she wasn’t going to touch him, she did. He moaned as she cupped him, stroking the length of his member. She played with his balls, gingerly testing the weight of them in her palm.

“Taylor…”

“What do you want, Rick?”

“I think you know.”

“Ask me,” she said, echoing his earlier words.

“Oh sure, turn it around on me,” he said but he smiled. “Fine. Taylor, please take me in your mouth and suck. Suck me, baby.”

Taylor nodded and climbing fully onto the couch now, she hovered her mouth above him. He grabbed for her hair in his fist, wrapping the silky strands around his fingers and nudging her head down. She took him in her mouth then and began to lick and suck. She’d been with a few men of course but no man emboldened her like Rick. She took him deep in her throat as her hands eased under the fabric of his dress shirt. She tweaked his nipples as she continued to go down on Rick.

“Fuck, Taylor, fuck!” He squirmed on the sofa as she sinfully tortured him with her expert mouth. “I can’t hold on much longer. Fuck, fuck!”

Taylor looked up at him and nodded, giving him the signal. He spilled his hot seed down her throat and when she was done, she licked her lips daintily.

“You naughty, naughty woman,” Rick said, panting. “I loved that!” He grasped her by the arms and pulled her atop him. He moved a hand between them, causing her to cry out in wanton desire.

“Rick, make love to me, make love to me now,” Taylor said. “Please.”

He looked deeply into her eyes. She reached down and began to massage him back to hardness. He growled and shifted his hips, rearing up to ram his hard length into her tightness. She gasped and wriggled her own hips as she adjusted to the size of him. She then began to meet him thrust for thrust, riding his cock as he toyed with her plush breasts.

“Taylor,” he said as he thrust into her over and over. “Oh, Taylor.”

“Harder,” Taylor cried out and his hips immediately jerked up. He slammed into her, pulled all the way out, and then slammed into her again. The friction made stars pop before her eyes and she screamed out his name. Over and over he took her to the edge of pleasure and she returned the favor.

All through the night they made love and then, well into the wee hours, when their bodies were damp with a sheen of sweat, they cuddled and talked before falling into a light sleep.

Around noon, Taylor felt Rick stirring beside her. She was tucked in the crook of his arm and when she popped her eyes open, she found him watching her. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, kissing her salty-sweet lips.

Taylor smiled. “You’re no slouch in the looks department, honey.”

Rick chuckled. “I’m starving,” he said.

“I know. We really worked up an appetite, didn’t we? I could cook us some bacon and –“

He grasped her by the hips and gently pulled her atop him. “That’s not what I’m hungry for.”

“You’re insatiable,” Taylor marveled.

“For you? Hell yeah,” he said. He stroked the curve of her ass cheek. “We never did make it to your bedroom last night.”

“No, we didn’t.”

“Let’s go there, shall we?” He shifted and climbed off the sofa, scooping her up into his arms, pressing her trim, bare body to his hard chest.

“Seriously, I’m famished,” she said with a laugh.

“Alright, we’ll eat but it has to be breakfast in bed, completely sans clothing.”

“You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Forrester.”

“Something’s hard already,” he teased.

Taylor laughed. “Carry me to the kitchen. I’ll make us something to eat, sans clothing, per your wishes.”

“Thank you,” he said.

“You’re welcome.” She stroked his cheek for a moment. “Last night was amazing. I love you, Rick Forrester.”

“I love you too, Taylor. And last night was just the beginning of many amazing nights to cum, pun intended.”

Taylor smacked his arm and laughing together, they hurried into the kitchen. They ended up making love right there on the countertop. Breakfast was all but forgotten. They could eat later anyway; for now, they were making up for years of lost time.