I look at this stubborn, brilliant, beautiful woman who crashed into my life and somehow made me want to live again, and make a decision.
"We stop pretending we don't want this. It wasn’t just survival. What I feel about you is more than that." I pull her into my lap, and kiss her with all the pent-up desire. She responds instantly, hands in my hair, body pressed against mine, and there's no hesitation this time, no stopping halfway.
"This time we go all the way," I growl against her mouth.
"Yes. God, yes."
I carry her to the bedroom, kick the door shut. She's already yanking my shirt over my head, hands on my chest, my shoulders. I shove her jeans down, taking her underwear with them, until there's nothing between us.
I look at her spread out on my bed - flushed skin, hard nipples, that look in her eyes that says she wants this as badly as I do.
"Stop staring and touch me," she says.
I cover her, skin to skin, and, wow, she's warm everywhere, soft in all the right places. Her legs wrap around me and I can feel how wet she is, right against my cock.
"You sure?" I ask, even though I'm already lining myself up.
"If you don't get inside me right now," she warns.
I push in and she gasps, mouth falling open. She's tight and I force myself to go slow even though everything in me wants to just drive in deep. Her nails bite into my shoulders as I work deeper.
I can barely breathe once I'm all the way in. Can barely think straight.
She rocks her hips, testing, and we both groan. "Don't you dare go slow."
I pull back and thrust hard. Once. Twice. Finding what makes her gasp.
"Like that," she pants. "Just like that."
I give it to her harder, faster. The bed creaks under us and she's making these sounds - little gasps and moans that gostraight to my cock. Her tits bounce with every thrust and I want my mouth on them but I can't stop moving.
I shift angle and she cries out.
"There, fuck, right there!"
I hit that spot again. And again. Her face is flushed, lips parted, completely wrecked, and it's the hottest thing I've ever seen.
"Touch yourself," I tell her. "Want to feel you come on my cock."
Her hand slides between us and I can feel her fingers working while I'm inside her. It's too much. I'm not going to last.
"Ruby, I need to—soon—"
"Do it, oh god," She goes tight around me, pulsing, and I nearly lose it right there.
I manage three more thrusts before I have to pull out, fisting myself as I come across her stomach. The orgasm hits hard, leaves me shaking.
When I can breathe again, we're both covered in sweat and my release.
"Sorry," I mutter, reaching for my discarded shirt to clean her. "Should've warned you better."
"It's fine." She stops my hand. "No condoms in the apocalypse. I get it."
I clean us both up, toss the shirt aside. "Next time I'll have better control."
"Next time?" She's grinning. "Confident."
"Give me ten minutes."
