I nod, unable to speak.I need him.I want him.And then, without warning, he turns me over, pulling me up to my hands and knees.I feel him moving behind me, his hands gripping at my hips.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he whispers, making my heart sing with happiness.
I feel his fingers grazing my lower back, and then his hands grip my hips tightly.I know what he’s about to do, and I’m ready for him.He lines up with me, and I feel the tip of him against my entrance.I arch my back, pushing back against him, eager to have him inside me.
He slides into me slowly, his cock filling me up completely.The jewelry at the tip of him grazes nerves inside of me and sparks new fires inside of me.I let out a soft moan, my body shuddering with pleasure.
“Yes,” I whisper, wanting him to know how good it feels.
Ransom begins to move inside me, his hips thrusting into mine in a rhythm that matches my heartbeat.His hands grip my hips harder, pulling me back against him with each thrust.I can feel his jewelry hitting that sweet spot deep inside of me with each movement, making me moan with pleasure.
“Tell me, Ruby.Tell me how good it feels,” he urges me, but I shake my head.I can’t think, but then I know what he wants.
“The first time was good, Ransom, so good, but this time, without that first burst of pain, it’s so much more,” I gasp, my fingers clenching in the sheet.I can barely get the words out, but I manage as he drives into me.
His right hand slides down, over my hip, to slide between my thighs.He has some kind of sixth sense about where my clit is, I guess because he finds it right away and presses tight circles against it.
“I want you to come now, Ruby.Come for me, love,” he says.
I nod, lost to everything; the sensation of him filling me, that jewelry hitting the exact spot it needs to, consumes me.
I feel the pressure building within me, my body responding to his touch, his words, and his rhythm.I grip the sheets tightly, my breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
“Ransom, so close,” I manage to gasp, my voice hoarse with pleasure.
“That’s it, Ruby.Come for me.Let it all go.Let me feel how much you want me,” he urges me, his voice deep and commanding.
I can feel it building, the pleasure expanding from my core, spreading outward, engulfing me in waves of ecstasy.I cry out, my body tensing, my muscles clenching around him as the orgasm crests.
Ransom groans, his pace quickening, his thrusts deeper, matching my rhythm.His fingers continue to stroke my clit, keeping me on the edge, while his hips drive into me relentlessly.
My body shudders with each thrust, every movement bringing me closer to the edge.I can feel him growing inside me, his erection pulsing with each beat of my heart.
“Ruby, I’m close,” he rasps, his breath hot against my neck.“I need to feel you come.”
I moan, my body trembling.I can feel the pleasure building inside me, threatening to overwhelm me.I grip the sheets, my nails digging into the fabric as I try to hold on, but the pressure is too much.
“Yes,” I cry out, my hips arching off the bed as I climax.Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, leaving me breathless, my mind spinning with pleasure.
Ransom groans, his pace becoming erratic, his thrusts harder, faster.His fingers never stop stroking my clit, keeping me on the edge of ecstasy.
“Ruby, I’m going to come,” he warns, his voice hoarse.“I need you to feel it, too.”
I groan, my body still shuddering with the aftermath of my orgasm.I want to feel him inside me as he comes, to feel the intensity of his release.
“Do it, Ransom,” I beg him, my voice shaky.“I want to feel you come.”
He groans, his hips speeding up, his thrusts becoming shallower as if trying to hold on for just a few more moments.
“I can’t hold back any longer,” he pants.“I’m going to come now, Ruby.”
I moan, gripping the sheets tightly, my hips straining back against him.I want to experience this moment with him, to feel the connection between us as we share this moment.
With one final, deep thrust, Ransom groans, his hips jerking forward, driving himself into me.I feel him pulsing inside me, his hot seed filling me, and I cry out in pleasure, the sensation intense and overwhelming.
As he slows down, still inside of me, I turn my head to look at him.He’s panting, his eyes closed, his expression at once satisfied and blissful.His hands are still gripping my hips, his fingers digging into my skin softly.I rest my cheek against the pillow, my body still trembling from the intensity of the experience.
“I love you, Ransom,” I whisper, my voice hoarse with emotion.
