My guess is yes.
She rolls my balls in her hand while she squeezes my base, tighter and tighter, pushing the blood to the tip. Short jolts of her hand help move that blood faster, causing a dull throb to travel up my cock.
“Christ,” I breathe out heavily, unable to stop myself.
“Those little things,” she says continuing the evil but fantastic torture. “They joined into one. Edges sewed together, moments collided into one infatuation, putting me at the tail end of yearning and wanting from a distance.”
She releases the base of my cock, causing it to jolt as blood rushes through. The feeling is . . . exquisite, especially when she circles underneath the head with her forefinger and thumb, twisting back and forth, hitting that sensitive spot that never feels the same when I do it myself. I feel my cock grow in her hand, tighten, thrust forward.
Jesus Christ, I’m going to come faster than I want.
Her hands release me and grip my hips. Shaking, she turns me around so I can finally look at her. Her face reads nervous—scared—as she takes one step back, her eyes falling to my length, then she sensually rolls her teeth over the corner of her bottom lip. I’m about to pounce when she reaches behind herself and undoes her dress.
The straps loosen.
The torso slackens.
And then she lets it fall to the floor, exposing her completely.
No bra.
No underwear—stole those.
Just Ruth, in heels, bare and beautiful standing before me.
And fuck, is she gorgeous.
I drag my hand over my mouth, taking her all in, marveling at her breasts, how they have weight to them but aren’t too big. And her dusty-rose nipples peaked and needy. My mouth needs them.
She takes a step forward and presses her hand to my chest. I grip her hips but before I can hold on, she dips and kneels in front of me.
Oh fuck.
Her hands smooth up and down my thighs. My cock bobs in front of her face. Just when I think I can’t take any more, she opens her mouth and takes me in.
Warm heat envelops my erection, pulling me all the way to the back of her throat where she swallows.
“Fu-fuck,” I say, my hand going to her hair. “Fuck, Ruthie.”
She doesn’t let up, despite the feral sounds passing my lips. She bobs up and down, pulling me in so deep my vision starts to blacken. She’s ravenous, hell-bent on making me come in her mouth.
The sensation of her tongue dragging along the sensitive vein on my cock, how she swallows when my tip is buried in her throat, the way her thumbs rub along the root . . . motherfucker.
I grip her hair, trying to be gentle, but holy shit, my body is spasming, my legs are wobbling, my—
Her mouth pops off and my engorged cock thrusts between us as she stands.
“Ruthie,” I say on a gasp. “What—”
She takes my hand and walks me through my apartment to my bed in the corner of the large loft-like space. Stepping out of her heels, she climbs onto the bed and pulls me down with her. She pushes me down on my back and whispers, “I want to feel all of you, Brig. When you come for the first time with me, I want it to be inside me.”
Jesus Christ.
She strokes my cheek. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I was . . . nervous.”
“Stop apologizing,” I growl, pushing her onto her back and moving over her, taking charge.
“But you’re mad at me.”
“I’m not mad,” I say, my turn to explore her body. “I’m frustrated.” I glide my hand over her breast and marvel in the way it fits my palm perfectly. “Frustrated that we could have been doing this a long time ago.”
My cock lies heavily on her thigh as I bring my mouth to her breast, sucking in her nipple.
Beneath me, I feel her legs fall open, parting for me. The tip of my cock grazes her wet heat.
“How turned on are you, Ruthie?”
“I stopped sucking you because I thought I was going to come with you in my mouth.”
Jesus, fuck.
I pause, lift my head, and look at her in awe. Her hand caresses my face, her thumbs stroking my cheek. “These eyes,” she whispers. “They destroy me.”
And just like that, I lose track of everything else around and fall into this moment with the beautiful girl before me.
Lowering again, I glide my tongue over her breasts as her fingers sift through my hair, pulling when I tug on her nipples, smoothing when I lap my tongue around her breasts. We work in harmony as we succumb to each other’s touch.
My hands are frantic.
My mouth can’t get enough.
My breath can’t keep up with my pulse.
Passion consumes me, swallows me whole, and takes me into another world where only Ruth and I exist.
She writhes beneath me.
She gasps when I nip at her breasts.
She moans when my mouth finds hers again.
We’re tangled together, limbs locking each other down. With every shift of her body, my eager cock slides across her slit, her leg, her smooth skin. It doesn’t help calm me down, but revs up my senses, spurring me on, needy for more.
“I need you inside me,” she says, her hand snaking between us and gripping my length. She positions me at her entrance and I stop her.
“Fuck, I don’t have condoms,” I say, realization hitting me like a ton of bricks.
“Birth control,” she says, moving me to her center. “Neither of us has had sex in a while. We’re good.” And then she slips me inside her, and her tight, warm heat pulls me in.
Holy fucking motherfucker.
“Shit, you feel amazing,” I say, straddling her body and getting in position as I slowly slide myself inside.
“Brig,” she says on a gasp when I slip all the way inside her. Our eyes meet and the shock that was once in them slowly dissipates . . . and is replaced by satisfaction.
“You okay?” I ask, feeling how tight she is around me. Like a goddamn vise.
“Perfect,” she all but whispers, as her hand moves to my face and she brings my mouth to hers.
And we kiss.
We kiss for a long fucking time. It’s slow, rhythmic. There’s no rush about what we want, what we need to feel sated. We’re in the moment. We’re exploring. My hands on her breasts, moving over her nipples. Her fingers digging into my scalp, driving down my back, over my ass.
Our tongues dance, tangle, never let up, as my hips start a slow rocking motion, in and out of her. She’s so fucking tight, it almost feels like I can’t breathe as I slide in and out.
“Fuck . . . Ruth. This feels too good.”
She spasms around me, clenching my dick. “Oh God, Brig. I’m not going to last.”
Me neither.
It’s embarrassing how quick I’m going to pull the trigger, especially if she keeps spasming around my cock like that.
“Kiss me,” she says, pulling on my head again. “Just kiss me, Brig.”
Taking one of her legs, I drape it over my shoulder, opening her up even wider. Then I lean down on one elbow, bringing my mouth to hers where our lips fuse together . . . and I pump. I pump hard and fast, but our mouths never break apart. She holds me tight to her, and even when she lets out a series of moans, I catch each one in my mouth. When she bites on my lower lip, I grunt against her. When our tongues dance and twist together, I get caught up in the euphoria pumping through my veins.