He groans against me, the vibration humming through my nerves, and circles my swollen clit with the flat of his tongue, teasing it with gentle laps before sucking it between his lips.
The pull is exquisite, a sweet suction that has my hips bucking involuntarily, chasing more.
His stubble rasps against my thighs, a delicious scrape that grounds the pleasure in something real, tangible.
One large hand anchors my hip, fingers splaying wide to hold me steady, while the other trails up my inner thigh, a single thick finger circling my entrance, coating itself in my slickness.
“So wet for me already,” he breathes, the words muffled against my skin, sending a fresh wave of heat flooding through me. “Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart. Relax and let me in.”
I nod frantically, biting my lip as he presses that finger inside, shallow at first, just the tip breaching my tight walls.
The stretch is new, a faint burn that quickly blooms into warmth as he curls it, stroking a hidden spot deep within that makes my toes curl and stars dance behind my closed eyelids.
His mouth returns to my clit, flicking it with quick, precise strokes of his tongue while he pumps his finger slowly, in and out, letting me adjust to the intrusion.
My breaths come in pants, the coil of tension winding tighter with every swirl, every thrust.
“God, you taste like heaven,” he murmurs, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze, his chin glistening with my arousal, lips swollen and shiny.
He dives back in, adding a second finger now, scissoring them gently to stretch me further, preparing me for what's to come.
The fullness is intense, my pussy clenching around him, but the pleasure overrides any discomfort, his tongue lashing relentlessly at my clit, sucking harder, drawing me closer to the edge.
My hands find his hair, threading through the dark strands, tugging lightly as my hips rock against his face, grinding into his mouth with abandon.
The pressure builds, a tidal wave cresting, until it shatters over me. My pussy spasms around his fingers, waves of bliss crashing through me as I come with a loud moan.
He doesn't stop, lapping at me through it, prolonging the tremors until I'm a boneless, quivering mess.
Sin finally eases back, his fingers slipping free with a slick pop, leaving me achingly empty.
He rises over me, caging me in with his arms, his cock nudging insistently at my soaked entrance, the hot, blunt tip sliding through my folds.
His eyes lock on mine, stormy with need but softened by something deeper—love, maybe, or the promise of it.
“Breathe with me,” he says, forehead pressing to mine. “Tell me if it's too much. I want this to be perfect for you—for us.”
I reach up, cupping his face, thumbs tracing the sharp line of his jaw.
“It's already perfect,” I whisper, voice thick with emotion. “Because it's you.”
His expression fractures for a moment, raw vulnerability flashing before he kisses me deeply, sharing the taste of myself on his tongue, making the moment even more intimate, more ours.
With a shared breath, he pushes forward, the head of his cock breaching me slowly, stretching my walls inch by agonizing inch.
The burn is sharper now, fuller, but he stills immediately, buried only halfway, his body trembling with the effort of restraint.
“Easy, love,” he soothes, lips peppering kisses along my jaw, my neck, nuzzling into the crook of my shoulder. “You're doing so good. So tight, so perfect around me. Just breathe, I've got you.”
I do, inhaling shakily as the discomfort fades into a deep, throbbing ache of fullness.
My legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his back, urging him deeper.
He slides the rest of the way in with a guttural groan, bottoming out, his hips flush against mine, cock pulsing hot and hard inside me.
We stay like that for endless heartbeats, connected completely, his weight a grounding force as sweat beads on his brow.
“You feel incredible, Ruby,” he rasps, nipping at my earlobe. “Like you were made for me. My beautiful girl, taking me so beautifully.”
