The small mole just below Celeste's left breast. The soft gasp when Ruby's fingers hooked into the waistband of her jeans. The way her stomach muscles jumped under Ruby's touch.
“Still okay?” She asked, her fingers pausing at the button.
“More than okay.” Celeste's voice was breathless and filled with want.
Ruby helped her out of the rest of her clothes, then shed her own. For a moment they just looked at each other, drinking in the sight. Celeste's eyes went wide, her gaze traveling over Ruby's body with undisguised hunger.
“You're beautiful.”
“So are you.” Ruby kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her, the feel of skin against skin. “So fucking beautiful.”
She let her hands explore, finding the places that made Celeste arch and moan. The curve of her hip. The sensitive spot just below her ear. When her fingers slipped between Celeste's thighs, finding her wet and ready, they both groaned.
Ruby had always considered herself a giving lover, but this was different. Every sound Celeste made, every shudder and gasp, went straight through Ruby with a vibrant tremor. This wasn't just about pleasure, although lord knows there was plenty of that. It was about connection and showing Celeste what it could be like to be wanted without shame.
About making this one night count for a lifetime.
She took her time, building the pleasure slowly, paying attention to what made Celeste's breathing catch and what made her hips lift, seeking more. When she finally slid two fingers inside, Celeste's back arched off the bed, her hands fisting in the sheets.
Her eyes flew open. “Oh God Don’t stop. Please don't stop.”
Ruby had no intention of stopping. She set a rhythm, her thumb circling where Celeste needed it most, her mouth returning to Celeste's breasts, her neck, anywhere she could reach. She watched Celeste's face, cataloging every expression, every flutter of her eyelashes, every way her mouth opened in pleasure.
This was what Ruby had dreamed about without knowing it. This intimacy, this trust, this complete surrender.
Celeste's hands came up to Ruby's shoulders, nails digging in hard enough to leave marks. Ruby hoped they would and she’d have some physical reminder of this when it was over.
“I'm—I'm close—” Celeste gasped, her whole body tensing.
“Let go,” Ruby murmured against her skin. “I've got you. I promise I've got you.”
When Celeste came, it was beautiful. Her whole body tensed, then shattered, her cry muffled against Ruby's shoulder. Ruby felt the waves of her orgasm, felt her clench around her fingers, and nearly came herself from the sight of it.
She worked Celeste through it, gentling her touches as the aftershocks rolled through her, murmuring soft words against her skin.
“Holy shit,” Celeste breathed when she could speak again, her eyes dazed and wondering. “That was—I didn't know it could be—”
Ruby kissed her, swallowing whatever words were about to follow. Celeste's hands roamed her body with new confidence, mapping curves and valleys .
“Your turn,” she said, and the determination in her voice made Ruby's stomach flip.
Celeste might have been inexperienced, but what she lacked in technique she made up for in enthusiasm. She was a quick study, paying attention to Ruby's reactions and adjusting her touch based on what made Ruby's breath hitch and her hips buck.
And maybe it was the unexpectedness of it—the contrast between Celeste's usual reservation and this uninhibited exploration—but Ruby had never felt anything quite like this.
When Celeste's mouth replaced her fingers, Ruby nearly came apart on the spot.
“Is this okay?”
Celeste’s breath brushed against Ruby’s tight. The mix of uncertainty and undeniable desire was almost Ruby’s undoing.
“More than okay,” Ruby managed through the haze of pleasure. “Perfect. You're perfect.”
Celeste took her time, exploring with her tongue, her fingers, finding the combination that had Ruby gripping the headboard and biting back screams. The hotel had neighbors, but Ruby couldn't bring herself to care.
When the orgasm hit, it was like falling and flying at the same time, pleasure rolling through her in waves that seemed to go on forever. She pulled Celeste up for a kiss, tasting herself on Celeste's lips, and the flutter in her belly expanded dangerously.
“Where did you learn to do that?” Ruby asked when her brain started working again.
