I devote myself to her pleasure until she’s arching into my hand, grabbing at my hair, rocking her hips. Wildly. Freely. Like this is what she needs more than anything.
A myriad of sounds falls from her lips. Sexy, beautiful sounds.
My name.
God’s name.
A moan.
A yes, God yes, oh my God, yes.
Then she breaks, her lips parting in a silent O that doesn’t stay silent for long, that turns into a gorgeous cry of pleasure.
As she comes on my hand.
Her moan sends a shiver down my spine. Then her words light me up. “Jesse . . . that was amazing.”
And I am lost in a haze of desire for Ruby.
And something more.
Something that feels a lot like falling.
But I shove that dangerous thought out of my head as I kiss her cheek then make my way to her ear.
“Should we see if we’re good in bed too?”
She shoots me a giddy grin. “I bet we are.”
I reach for a condom on the nightstand. “Got a favorite position?”
She shakes her head. “It’s been like ten thousand years. I’m not even sure what the positions are anymore.”
I laugh as I open the foil. “Then how about you ride me. Because then I can have my hands all over you.”
“Consider it done,” she says.
I cover myself and she straddles me.
“The parts still go like this?” she asks with a laugh as she reaches for my dick.
“I think so, but let’s try a few times to make sure.”
But I’m not laughing when she wraps a hand around my shaft because holy fuuuuckkkk.
She rises up, holds my cock, then says, “Like riding a bike?”
“Yes, but so much better, sweetheart. So much better,” I say, groaning as she lowers herself.
Slowly, beautifully.
It’s exquisite torture and I want the agony of this moment as Ruby takes me in all the way.
A shudder moves through her body, a gorgeous wave of pleasure.
Her eyes float closed. Her lips part.
Pleasure roars through me from the hot, tight feel of her. She grips my cock so deliciously it’s like she was made for me.