That was enough to coax her the rest of the way.
Finally.
Her skirt draped over my head like a tent, but I didn’t care. Her legs quivered as I sought out her clit, licking and nibbling. I had an ass cheek in each hand and I devoured her, stopping only to say, “So fucking good.”
She was shaking, her climax only moments away. “I can’t believe—” she moaned. “Tenor. Don’t stop.”
From disbelieving to begging. I grinned as much as I could with my tongue busy. Using the same finger as before, I pumped in and out of her. She cried out after the first wave of her orgasm crashed into her.
She gripped and squeezed my finger as she bucked. I held her to me.
“God, Tenor! Yes!” She rode me, milking every last drop of pleasure I could give her.
She pitched forward and I caught her.
“Stay right where you are,” I said against her thigh. “I’m going to take you from behind.”
Carefully, I slid out from under her. She had one leg propped on the floor and the other stuffed into the cushions. Without my hair to hold on to, she was clutching the back of the couch and the armrest.
The sultry, satisfied way she looked over her shoulder at me was another image I’d never forget. A thoroughly sexed Ruby, on my couch, waiting for me to fuck her.
I yanked my zipper down and freed my dick. I hissed. The harsh movements were nearly painful and she was the only relief.
“Tenor?” Her eyes dropped down to my erection. “Take me hard and fast. Okay? It’s what you need.”
I couldn’t respond. I did need it.
I hitched her skirt up, appreciating the creamy round ass presented before me, and placed myself at her entrance.
I slipped my hand around her hip. She stopped my progression with hers and shook her head. “Hard and fast, Tenor. Fuck me hard and fast.”
I thrust into her. She was so damn soaked and I slid home like we were meant to fit together like this for eternity.
“Ruby.” My body shook as I held myself still. It was a plea. All the sex I’d ever had hadn’t been about me. I had studied it as diligently as I attacked everything else. I made it good for my partner. If it was good for her, it was good for me. I’d already gotten Ruby off, but this would be all about me. All about my pleasure. All of it.
“Fuck me, Tenor.”
My hips kicked of their own accord, and I kept going. Fingers digging into her waist, I pounded into her, grunting like a fucking animal. Her moans mingled with mine. The slapping ofour flesh filled the room, and when my climax hit me with the force of a freight train, I roared her name.
My breathing was heavy as I caught myself from collapsing onto her and spilling both of us onto the end table.
“Goddamn, Ruby.” Her body still pulsed around me.
She let out a satisfied giggle. “That was nice. Very believable, Warhammer.”
I ran my hands up and down her body. Her tits still hung out and I was getting hard again just thinking about it.
The build of my arousal was a nice distraction from how Ruby let me be myself. From how her complete acceptance of me made me think there could really be something substantial between us. “Tell me. Is there anything else you’ve read that you don’t think could really happen?”
She turned her face into mine. “I’m not sure even you could replicate zero gravity.”
“That may be out of my realm of possibility.” I kissed her bare shoulder. “How about you research while I paint?”
“You’re not talking about social media posts, are you?”
“Nope.” I skimmed my hand up her thigh. “Come up with a few things to try out so we can do them next weekend too.”
“Is that another invite?”
