I clamped a hand around the base of my dick and found where I wanted to go, and slowly began to press at the tight spot. The lube made me slide the head inside, but her fingers reached out for me, touching my stomach and asking me to wait.
“Oh, fuck,” she cried. “Go slow.”
I moved at a snail’s pace, focusing in on every stuttering breath she took and each tiny movement she made. Jesus Fucking Christ, her body gripped me like a tourniquet. It was so tight, I clenched my teeth together.
I barely moved as a bead of sweat rolled down my back. Her hands relaxed a little as I drew backward, and then eased forward. In. Out. A tiny bit more on each pass. Her eyes were closed, at least the one I could see, and her face was pure concentration. Perhaps I could distract her as she got used to the sensation.
“Where’s my cock right now, Ruby?”
She shuddered around me, but it seemed to be a good one. “Oh my God.”
“Tell me. Where is it?”
“It’s in my ass, fucking me.”
I throbbed and my balls tightened. Not yet, just wait. I gazed down and watched as my glistening cock disappeared inside her. So, very, hot. It was a tiny miracle I didn’t come just at the sight of it.
I was almost all the way in, and it seemed that every gentle thrust I gave her loosened her up and allowed me to push further. “That’s it,” I whispered. “Take it deep.”
She moaned softly, and it was my undoing. I needed to come, and I needed to do it now, but I wanted her with me. I scanned the bed until I found the vibrator, turned it on, and leaned over.
I shoved it between her and the pillows, positioning it so she could grind on the pulsating head while I fucked her from behind. As soon as the vibe made contact, she moaned again, only this time it wasn’t quiet. It was loud, and long, and full of satisfaction.
My hands fell to her waist as I straightened and widened the stance of my knees so I was at the right angle. Ruby’s moans picked up in frequency and intensity as my pace increased. My thoughts were a blur, overridden by sensation and the primal need that ripped through me.
Come. Come. Come.
My body chanted it and I had no idea if it was talking to me, her, or both of us. I wanted to hold out but I wasn’t sure if I could, and if she even had anything left after the multiple orgasms I’d given her before. But as she moved on the vibrator and panted for air, I began to believe.
“I’m close,” she gasped. “Can I come?”
I couldn’t even form words, but grunted something I desperately want to sound like approval, because her question had pushed me past the point of no return. My chest tightened and I dug my fingers into her waist, holding on as the pleasure descended like an avalanche.
The ecstasy blasted out of my core, one hot torrent after another, all while Ruby began to come as well. Her body shook with tremors while she cried out, and her fingers clawed at my skin. The pulsating contractions from her prolonged the sensation, wringing extra pleasure from me until I felt like there was nothing left.
I didn’t exist anymore; there was only her heat, and soft skin, and the intoxicating smell of vanilla.
Autopilot took over. I lay down beside her, unhooked her cuffs, and trailed my fingertips over her back, tracing the line of her spine. She remained still, allowing it, and although her eyes were closed, she looked peaceful. Maybe even happy.
“Going to sleep on me?” I whispered.
Her eyes popped open and her mouth curved into a lazy smile. “No. Just . . . trying to come back to Earth.”
“So, it’s safe to say you didn’t hate it?”
She laughed softly. “Yes, I certainly didn’t hate it.”
There was a ripping sound as she pulled off the cuffs at her wrists, so I sat up and undid her ankles, then kept my gaze on her as she crawled off the bed and disappeared across the hall into the bathroom.
The vibrator was dumped to the floor, and as I straightened the pillows, I scrubbed a hand over my face, letting my palm bristle over my five o’clock shadow. Last night she’d tried to flee immediately after the sex. It was because her defenses were down. I was hopeful it was the same tonight, and I’d do everything I could to avoid her booting me out of her bed. I’d have to handle the next few minutes with her carefully.
I made it easy on her at first. When the door swung open and she came into the bedroom, I got off the bed and left her to lie down while I moved to clean up in the bathroom. When I returned, she seemed to still be naked, although I couldn’t tell for sure. She was under the covers, lying in the center of the bed.
It made me smile. “You think if you take up enough of the bed, I won’t join you?”
Her expression hardened. “We talked about this last night. I need distance after.”
“Wrong, you want distance.” I strode to the edge of the bed and peered down at her. “What did I tell you tonight was going to be about?”