Chapter 19 #2
“Is this ok?” I ask breathlessly.
“God, yes. Don’t stop.”
Pinching her nipple between two fingers, I thread my free hand into her hair and tug her head back, nipping and sucking a path down her neck and over her chest. When I reach the neckline of her low-cut dress, I pull down both sides, exposing her lacy pink bra.
Her breasts are nearly spilling out of the cups.
“Fucking hell, Ruby. You’re goddamn gorgeous. You know that?” I reach behind and unclasp her bra, baring her to me.
Her pebbled pink nipples are just begging for my attention. I don’t waste a second, dipping my head to suck on the right side while I use my fingers on the left. Ruby moans, and the sound does nothing to help the erection tenting my jeans.
She brings her hands between us, popping the button. “I want you. Please.”
“You first, baby. Let me make you feel good.”
She palms my cock over my pants as I take her mouth in another languid kiss, tugging her onto my lap. Her hips instantly rock against the rigid seam of my jeans.
“That’s it,” I say.” Make yourself feel good.”
“Liam. I need more.”
I stand, bringing her with me as she clings to me like a koala bear.
She squeals as I carry her to the tent. “You’re going to drop me.”
“I’d never let you fall. Trust me.”
“I do. I always have.”
Her reverent words undo me. If she didn’t already own it completely, I’d lose another piece of my heart to her right then and there.
I lay her on the mattress, surrounded by a mass of fluffy pillows and blankets, her golden hair fanning out around her, creating a soft halo. She looks like an angel, and I’m the devil who’s about to bring her down with me.
Ruby lifts herself onto her elbows as I kick off my shoes and toss my jeans alongside them.
She tugs off her dress and throws it in the pile, leaving her lying before me with only a pair of pale pink panties, barely visible between her thick thighs.
She glances at me through her lashes as I stalk toward her, kneeling on the edge of the bed.
I lift one of her feet and kiss the arch, trailing my lips up her calf, then place it back down on the bed, bent at the knee.
I do the same with the other, positioning her exactly how I want her, legs spread wide.
Only the thin layer of her visibly wet panties keeps me from my goal.
I’m dying for another taste. I’ve dreamt of little else since the last time.
Her chest heaves when I kiss the inside of her thighs, watching each reaction as I inch closer to her pussy.
I nip at her flesh, sucking hard to leave my mark on her inner thigh.
My tongue glides up to where her belly rests over her panties.
I link my fingers through the band, tugging the fabric down her thick thighs and exposing her neatly trimmed pussy.
Looking up at her through hooded eyes, I swipe my tongue up the length of her core, stopping to suck her piercing between my lips.
She throws her head back on a ragged inhale, and her pale skin flushes a gorgeous shade of pink.
I think I could stay here forever, watching her fall apart beneath me.
She gasps when I slide two fingers inside while I continue to devour her.
Every gasp and moan is like a reward as I push her to the brink of her first orgasm of the night. “That’s it, baby. So perfect. Such a good little slut for me.”
“Liam,” she whines. “I’m so close.”
“What do you need, baby? Tell me how to get you there.”
She blushes a deeper shade of red as we lock eyes, and the view from my position has my cock leaking pre-cum.
“You can tell me. I promise I won’t judge.” I lick her again, all the way from her ass to her clit. “Anything, Ruby. Say the fucking word.”
“Choke me,” she blurts out the words so quickly, it takes me a moment to register what she’s said. “Not hard. Just… I want your hand on my throat.”
“I can do that, but I need you to tap on my arm three times if it’s too much. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.” She breathes a sigh of relief, and I dip my head back down as my right hand skates up her torso, caressing every dip and curve of her body before wrapping gently around her delicate throat.
I have to admit, the sight of Ruby with her head thrown back, my tattooed forearm between her tits, and my fingers locked around her throat will be the star of all of my fantasies from now on. She’s a fucking sight.
I redouble my efforts, crooking two fingers against her G-spot.
She squirms in my hold, her pulse racing under my palm.
A few more rough strokes of my tongue on her clit, and she’s clenching around me, screaming out my name.
Her body jerks, thighs convulsing as she comes down from the high.
Her breaths come out in pants as I crawl up her body and kiss her languidly. “Taste yourself.”
She wraps her thighs around my back, pulling me to her. My hard cock is straining behind my boxers.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she says, tugging on the hem of my faded tee. Reaching one arm behind my head, I pull it off and toss it to the side.
Ruby scans my torso, eating up every inch of exposed flesh until she gasps and jolts upright. Something is wrong. I freeze, but when I notice where her eyes have landed, I smile softly.
“W-what is this?” she asks, skating her fingertips over the faded tattoo along my ribs. Her tattoo, the one I got for her. “Is that… my handwriting?”
I nod.
Her handwriting.
Her words.
Her goddamn brand on my skin. Ruby’s been a part of me for longer than she realizes—probably longer than I was ever willing to admit to myself.
“When?”
I brush my knuckles over her cheek, gazing into her tear-filled eyes. “Long time ago.”
She cradles my jaw, keeping me there. “Why?”
“Because you were the only person who ever made me feel like I might be worth a damn.”
There’s another sharp inhalation of breath and a quiet, “Oh.” She shifts down the bed and tips her head, kissing my most meaningful tattoo.
My pulse quickens.
Her lips meet the underside of my jaw, then my cheek, then she seals her mouth over mine in a lazy kiss.
“You are worth a damn,” she whispers. “You’re worth everything to me. Every risk, every reward, every minute, and every hour that I waited for this.”
“Ruby—I—”
She silences me with a finger to my lips and tugs on my boxers, pushing them down my thighs.
My heavy cock pulses against her lower belly, her softness a stark contrast to my rigid length.
The air is thick with tension. My heart threatens to stop beating.
Every muscle in my body is coiled tight against the overwhelming sense of need and anticipation.
“Make love to me,” she whispers.
Love. She said love.
Her hand wraps around the base of my shaft, and I throw my head back as she strokes me slowly.
“Harder. I like it rough.” My voice comes out strangled as she works me over. “That’s it. Fuck yes. You’d better be sure you want this. If we do this now, there will be no going back. Not anymore. You’re mine, Ruby. Every perfect fucking inch of you. Your body and your heart. All of you.”
This time is different, and we both know it. We’re not just giving in to temptation anymore.
“I want this,” she says breathlessly. “Please.”
Sitting on my knees, I pull a condom from the back pocket of my discarded jeans, placing the foil between her teeth. “Put it on me.”
Ruby rises onto her knees, tears into the packet, and takes my cock in hand for one rough stroke before gliding it on smoothly. Without prompting, she lies back on the soft mattress and spreads her legs.
I lean on one elbow above her head and take myself in hand, gliding the head of my cock over her clit and back down to notch at her entrance. I glide in smoothly, savoring the feel of her pussy tightening around me. She’s wet and ready, but I take my time sliding inside inch by inch.
“Take me. Make me yours,” she breathes, her lips brushing mine with each word.
“You are mine, Ruby.”
I push forward until I’m fully seated, groaning at the pure fucking ecstasy of being wholly consumed by this woman. It’s not the first time, but it feels different—deeper and more profound.
My woman.
“Fuck, you feel too damn good, baby.” I pull out and slide back in again, over and over in a slow, steady cadence, our bodies colliding in a sensual ballad.
Her hands roam around my shoulders, fingers gripping my hair. I take her lips again, muffling her gasps and moans.
After a few more minutes of slow lovemaking, she pushes against my chest, leaving me momentarily confused until she repositions herself on her hands and knees.
“I need it hard and dirty,” she says.
I chuckle darkly. “You sure about that?”
“Yes. Fuck me like you mean it.”
“I’ve never meant anything more in my goddamn life.” I take her cheeks in my hands and squeeze before pulling back and bringing one hand down in a loud slap, watching the palm print appear on her ass. I repeat the motion on the other side, marveling at the view.
Fucking hell, she’s going to be the death of me.
Her round ass grazes my dick, and I can’t wait any longer to be inside her again. I grip my shaft and line up at her entrance, plunging forward in one long stroke.
Gripping her hips, I pull out slightly before plunging back in, setting a bruising pace. With any luck, her skin will bear my marks tomorrow.
“Pull my hair,” she says. “Make it hurt.”
I wrap her golden blonde locks around my fist and tug, bringing her body off the bed, her back against my chest. “You want to be my little whore, Goldie? Want me to use this tight cunt and make you mine in every way?”
“God, yes. I want that.”
I skate my other hand around her hip, dipping between her thighs to find her swollen clit, circling it roughly with calloused fingers, as I punish her pussy with thrust after thrust. “Did you think of me when you put this pretty little jewel on your cunt?”
“Y-yes,” she says breathlessly.
“That’s my girl. Come with me.” I say, voice barely more than a gruff command.
She clenches around me, drawing out my orgasm as I cry out her name in pure fucking bliss. Nothing and no one will ever compare to this woman. I’m utterly ruined.
I band my arms around her torso, keeping her upright. My cock softens inside her as I carefully lay us down on our sides.
I gently pull out and leave a quick kiss on her forehead. “I’ll be right back.” I pull on my jeans and head inside the house for a wet washcloth and the small duffel bag I packed for the night.
She’s still lying on her side when I return, one arm propped under her head with a lazy smile on her face.
I crawl over her, kissing my way over every inch of skin I can reach. Then I clean my release from between her legs, careful not to press too hard while she’s still sensitive. “Sit up for me, baby.”
She complies, and I slip a black silk nightdress over her head. When I move to change into my sweatpants, she grabs my wrist.
“Stay,” she whispers.
Unable to deny her anything, I settle in behind her and sweep her hair off her shoulder, resting my chin in the crook of her neck. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I lie awake for a while, watching her drift off to sleep, eyelashes fluttering against her soft cheeks. I am changed, somehow—like giving Ruby this last piece of me has shifted something within me. Now, more than ever, I’m hers, and I’m so goddamn terrified of what that means.