Which is precisely what I can’t be thinking.
So, I focus on the physical.
And that’s no hardship.
I wrap my hands around her hips, gripping her as she moves, slow and lush, on my cock.
She moans and her fingers slide down her breasts, like she’s so wrapped up in the feel of us fucking that she has to touch herself.
“Jesse,” she murmurs, then slinks closer, setting her hands on my chest.
“Feels so damn good, doesn’t it?”
She nods, letting out a long, gorgeous breath as if she can barely take how amazing it feels.
And it is amazing being inside this woman.
This incredible woman who makes my pulse spike and my heart beat faster.
Who makes me think. Who makes me feel.
Who make me want so many risky things.
I slide my hands along her waist, savoring the feel of her soft skin, cupping her breasts as she swivels her hips.
I squeeze her tits and she yelps, a sexy groan that tells me she likes it. So I do it again.
She groans more, her hands pressing harder against my chest as she rocks up and down on my cock.
My Ruby loves to have her tits played with.
Loves to be savored.
Loves to set the pace.
I record all these details about her as I watch her find a rhythm, chase her pleasure, and sway closer and closer to me.
Soon, she’s inches from my mouth, and I have to let go of her tits.
Shame, that.
But there’s this gorgeous ass to hold on to and I grip it, grabbing her tight as I move her faster on my cock.
“Want you to come again. I love seeing you let go,” I say, urging her on.
“Oh God, I want to,” she murmurs, and she sounds lost in pleasure. Absolutely lost, with no interest in being found.
All I want is her bliss.
Her happiness. Her joy.
Because she’s the woman I’ve been dreaming of.
She’s the inevitable.
That’s the trouble. As she fucks me, and I fuck her back, I’m both caught up in the moment and keenly aware that time is slipping away. That my chance with Ruby is ending any day.
That this is more than friends with benefits.