She nods, leaning in to kiss me, her tongue sliding against mine. Her hips rock once, grinding down, and I groan into her mouth.
“I want you inside me,” she breathes, hands fisting the shirt's hem. “Now.”
I help her, thumbs hooking under the fabric, lifting it up and over her head in one smooth pull.
It drops to the floor, leaving her bare. Breasts full, nipples tight. She's beautiful, all flushed and trusting above me, and something fierce twists in my gut.
My briefs are next. She tugs at them, impatient, and I lift my hips to shove them down. My cock springs free, hard and heavy, the head already slick.
Ruby's eyes drop to it, widening a fraction, but she doesn't hesitate.
She rises on her knees, one hand bracing my shoulder, the other guiding me to her entrance, already wet.
She sinks down slow, inch by inch, her pussy stretching around me. Tight, so fucking tight, gripping like a vice.
“Oh god,” she gasps, brows furrowing as she takes me deeper.
I hold her hips, steadying her, fighting not to thrust up. Her walls flutter, adjusting, and when she's seated fully with me buried to the hilt, she lets out a shaky breath.
“Good?” I rasp, thumb stroking her hipbone. She's trembling, but her eyes lock on mine, full of that trust that undoes me.
“Yeah.”
She starts moving then, tentative at first. Then lifting, dropping, finding a rhythm. Her breasts bounce with each roll of her hips, and I can't resist, palming one, pinching the nipple until she moans.
I meet her halfway, thrusting up, matching her pace. Her nails dig into my chest, leaving red trails, and I love it. The sting, the claim.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” I growl, watching her face—lips parted, eyes half-shut in pleasure.
She's riding me harder now, pussy clenching, slick sounds filling the room.
She leans forward, forehead to mine, breaths mingling.
“Sin... I’m close.” I wrap my arms around her, pulling her flush, one hand tangling in her hair as I take over the thrusts—deeper, faster, the bed creaking under us.
Her orgasm hits first, sudden and fierce. She cries out, body seizing, walls milking my cock in waves.
I feel it. The heat. The squeeze. The way she breaks apart on top of me.
It’s too much. I slam up once more and follow, spilling inside her with a guttural groan. Cum floods her, hot and deep, as she collapses against me.
We stay like that, panting, her weight a welcome anchor. I kiss her temple, tasting salt.
“You're everything,” I murmur, holding her tight. “Mine forever.”
“Forever.”
Epilogue
Sin
TWOYEARSLATER
The mountains look softer in spring.
The snow finally let go, the pines turned bright again, and the air smells like sun on cold rock.
I stand at the kitchen window with a mug of coffee in my hands, looking out at the porch and the gravel drive beyond it. Morning light spills over the yard, catching on the little row of lavender I planted last year.
