“No, Ruby. All this is to make you more comfortable about how damn sexy you are.”
She tilted her face up to me, a question in her eyes. Then she smiled. “You’re always so thoughtful.”
There was something else she’d wanted to say. I ran back what I had said.
Right. I’d made it sound like we were back to playing pretend. There was no such thing as fake sex, but I’d made it sound like there was no emotion involved. I couldn’t take that back. Emotions were messy and they did me no good.
I used my fingers to tip her face back up. “I might be thoughtful, but I’m being really fucking selfish right now.” I rocked my hips up so my erection prodded her hip.
A sultry smile graced her face and she turned until our torsos were pressed together. She ground against me. Another groan slipped out of my throat.
“Fuck, Ruby. Keep doing that and I’ll make a mess in my pants.”
She did it again and I stuffed my hand into her hair and brought her lips to mine. She moaned against my lips. When she opened for me, I licked inside and stroked my tongue against hers. The kiss was a promise. That she’d be comfortable with what we were going to do. And that she’d fucking love it.
With my other hand, I bunched up her shirt. I wouldn’t strip her down, but she had to know there was nothing to hide. She pushed up so I could drag the garment over her head. The bra she wore today was light-pink lace.
“I’m going to start here and work my way down.” I tugged the straps down her shoulders, then pulled the lace cups down until her tits popped free.
Her hair swirled around her head, shadowing her face when it hung down. She was biting her bottom lip. The epitome of temptation.
I cupped each breast and rolled her nipple gently between my thumb and forefinger. A tremble went through her and her eyes slid shut. Perfect. She was getting out of her head. I slid my hands around her back and nudged her up so I could suck a pearly nipple into my mouth. Her moan resonated through her chest. Fuck, yes. I had her.
I gave each side equal attention. She was rocking over my stomach. I hadn’t been exaggerating earlier. If she had been doing this over my cock, I’d have blown. That wouldn’t have stopped me, but I wanted this experience to be about her. It’s what I could give her.
As she rocked, I bunched her skirt up and hooked my fingers around her underwear. For only a brief moment, she stiffened before she moved her legs so I could drag the panties off.
I released her tight bud with a pop. Lust hazed her eyes when she looked down at me. The flush on her cheeks was from me and I’d never get tired of putting it there. I could do it for an eternity.
I shoved the thought away and kneaded her ass cheeks before feathering my hand around her hip and down the inside of her thigh until I hit her wet heat. “I really want to taste you now.”
I teased her, slipping a finger through her seam, touching on her clit and then reversing direction. She wiggled her hips, seeking more, trying to demand release. I wouldn’t give it to her. Not yet.
“Do you want that?” I asked.
She swiveled her hips. “Yes.”
I pushed a finger inside her tight pussy and withdrew it. She let out a whine.
Yes.
My erection pounded against my zipper. Soon.
I pushed into her again and a shudder rippled down her body.
“Ride it, Ruby.”
She did. Greedily. Her tits were still spilled out of her bra. The show would haunt my dreams and rob me of sleep. Likewise, it’d get me through the next ten years of abstinence when it was time to let her go.
And she would want to go. It was inevitable.
Until then . . .
I took my finger out, loving how she sagged with disappointment, and urged her to crawl up. “Get on.”
She scrambled up, and I helped her. At the very peak of her ascent, when her skirt was smothering me instead of her wet heat, she paused.
“You’re going to fucking kill me if you don’t get that pussy on my tongue,” I growled.
