“You look great in everything. But you look the best in nothing.”
She let out a nervous chuckle and continued. Soon she parted the two sides of my shirt and ran her hands over my chest. My nipples hardened for her instantly. My cock was already granite solid.
“You look the best in nothing too,” she said, out of breath.
I closed my eyes, reveling in her touch. “Yes, touch me all over. My chest. My abs. Your touch drives me crazy.”
She smoothed the shirt over my shoulders, and I opened my eyes. For the first time, I regarded her bra. Basic white, no lace or adornments of any kind. So very Ruby. I couldn’t help but smile.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing, baby. Let’s get that bra off you.” I brushed her shirt over her shoulders and then unclasped her bra, throwing both garments to the floor.
Ricky clambered around us, looking for attention. I let him outside.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she said. “I don’t mind him.”
“I do. I want you all to myself.” I set her on the table and removed her loafers and socks. Then I un
buckled her belt, undid her Dockers, and slowly pulled them over her hips and onto the floor. Her underpants were basic white cotton. How I missed the blue lace she’d been wearing the last night in Jamaica.
I inhaled. She was ripe for me already. Sweet vanilla musk. I resisted the urge to rip the panties from her. I didn’t want to scare her. So I dragged them over her hips, leaving them on the floor with her pants. Then I spread her legs.
And saw paradise.
I had bright track lighting in my kitchen. Every other time I’d seen Ruby with her legs spread, we’d been outside in the dark under the stars. The moonlight had done her justice, but right now, I could see her dark pinkness, her wetness, every part of her delicious pussy.
I fingered her folds, relishing the soft sigh from her lips. “You’re beautiful, baby. Absolutely beautiful.”
“I’m feeling…embarrassed.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re looking…down there.”
I laughed. “I’ve seen you ‘down there’ before, you know.”
“I know. But it was dark. And we were in a foreign country.”
“What’s a foreign country have to do with it?”
“I could… I could pretend. I could pretend I was someone I wasn’t. That I was beautiful. That I was the kind of person who wasn’t afraid of…”
“Afraid of what? You don’t strike me as a person who’s afraid of anything, Ruby. You’re a cop.”
“Cops are still afraid,” she said. “But that’s not what I’m talking about.”
“What, then?”
“Afraid of men, damn it. Afraid of men.”
I looked into her searing blue eyes, removing my fingers from her pussy. “You know you have nothing to fear from me.”
“Of course I know that. I wouldn’t have come if I were afraid. It’s just…” She heaved a sigh. “Now is now. Now is reality. We’re no longer on a tropical island.”
“No, we’re not.”
She shook her head. “Of course, even that beautiful island had a dose of reality.”