And then, he presses his tongue against my clit.
It’s coming. I’m so close. I’m so close. I need to get there. I need … oh, damn him! Just as I’m about to come, his mouth is gone.
But then I feel his touch again. He’s crouching over me, holding his huge, hard cock, guiding it. He’s touching the broad crown to me, pushing barely inside.
“Sweet Jesus,” he groans and his words are half-slurred with lust. “You feel so damn good, baby girl.”
I try to arch against him but he’s holding me down. His cock slides further into my silky tightness. He forces my legs further apart, pushing deeper. The zinging pressure is dazzling, the thick glide like nothing I’ve ever felt in my life. “Travis.”
“You ready, darlin’?”
Am I? Oh, God.
“You ready for me, baby?”
“Yes. Yes.”
He rubs his thumb against my clit in a light, rhythmic glide, and each time, he pushes his cock deeper into me, only to draw out, then push back in, wetting his big cock with our juices. There’s a burn with each thrust that eases into a sweet, warm ache.
“Oh, fuck, you’re so tight, baby. You’re so damn gorgeous.”
He thrusts his thick, silky shaft deeper. It hurts but the shards of pain push the pleasure higher. And higher.
There are tears in my eyes. Because this is real and it’s intense.
Travis is kissing me as he pushes his cock deeper inside me. It’s so freaking big. He wipes my tear with his finger. “Hey.”
“Please don’t stop,” I breathe.
“I couldn’t even if I wanted to, sweet darlin’.”
Travis kisses my mouth, thrusting into me with a brutal plunge. I cry out and grip him tighter. He swears and his head drops a little like he’s fighting for control. I know he’s all the way inside me now, as deep as I can take him.
Travis holds himself still. His weight on me is heavy. I’m pinned under him, impaled by him, as close to him as it’s possible to be.
His mouth is close to my ear. “You all right, honey?”
“Almost,” I whisper.
He exhales a small breath of laughter that’s laced with something close to agony. I get the feeling he understands what I mean. I want him to make me come again. Like this. I want him to fill me with hot bursts of his cum.
This feeling, of being so thoroughly possessed, is strangely amazing. He’s mine. He’s in me. I love him there. I want to keep him there.
“Hell, Ruby,” he groans. “Come with me, darlin’. Come with me.”
“I am,” I breathe. “I am.”
He kisses me, dipping his tongue into my mouth in time with his measured, aggressive drives. The pain is sort of excruciating but the pleasure entwines around it, sprouting little wings that push me over some crazy peak of sensation as he strokes inside me with his big cock, again and again, shattering me with thick jolts of ecstasy. My pussy clenches around him in tugging pulls, until I can feel the warm jets of his seed filling me, spilling, until we’re spent and entangled and perfectly in tune.
It takes a while to come down from all that. I feel dazed, and peaceful. He’s still on top of me, still wedged deeply inside me. When I open my eyes, he’s watching my face. He’s so handsome, with his dark emerald eyes framed by dark lashes, his perfect lips and the shadow of stubble across his jaw.
It’s the strangest thing, to just gaze into another person’s eyes. So incredibly connective. I find myself wondering about it: what it might be like to keep him, somehow, as I follow my path. He has a house in Nashville. Maybe we really could meet up sometimes.
“You feel like heaven when you come,” he says softly.
“So do you,” I whisper.
He kisses me and it’s a whole-body kiss I can feel everywhere. In my heartbeat. Deep inside me, where we’re still wetly locked.
Travis rolls us over, so I’m lying on top of him. I’m reminded again of how strong he is. “Sing me a song,” he says.
“I wrote some new ones,” I tell him. “For you.”
“You did?”
“Yeah.”
“I want to hear them.”
I sit up a little, and I can feel his cock start to swell again, inside me. I’m sore, and it reminds me of everything that’s happened and how profound this is. As I sit up a little more, a trickle of milky liquid wets my thighs and I see that there’s blood there too.
I feel different. And I like knowing that no matter what happens to us, I’ll always share this bond with Travis Tucker. A bond of blood and beauty.
I’m glad I chose him. And I’m glad I’m not a virgin anymore. Already, I feel like my world just got bigger and more layered. More infused with detail and emotion. I can remember this for the rest of my life, how beautiful it was, and is. I’m going to write a song about it the very first chance I get.
“Go on.” He’s waiting for me to sing. I hesitate, not because I think he won’t like it. I hesitate because I’m savoring the moment. I’m committing every single detail of it to memory.
His hands are on my hips, his thumb barely touching the center of me.
It seems weirdly natural, this intimacy. Almost familiar, already. Maybe because the very first time we saw each other, the experience was so raw and so hot, it sort of blistered through the usual barriers. It feels good, and right.
He’s lazily swirling the wetness of our lovemaking, playing my pleasure unhurriedly. It makes me happy, that I’m his. That I’ll always be his in this way.
I think he might be fully hard again. I’m straddling him, sitting up. He’s filling me completely, like he’s a part of who I am. Little flicks of pain and pleasure outline his immense bulk inside me. I know that if I start to move, I could come again very easily. But I want to wait. First I want to see if he likes the song I wrote for him.
The way he’s touching me distracts me for a second, but I think through the notes, remembering the lyrics. And I start to sing.
I’m in love, that’s all there is to it.
Ruby is singing to me and making love to me at the same time. My senses are being bombarded with ten types of beauty so intense I’m having trouble processing it all. She’s swaying along to her own song and the effect while she’s riding my cock is somewhat mind-blowing, to say the least. The tips of her long hair sweep lightly across the skin of my stomach. Her breasts bounce a little as she moves and she’s just so damn lovely. Her eyes close when she sings certain notes and I can feel her emotion not only through the music but through this channel of our hot, wet physical connection. I’m so close to coming it’s taking everything I have to hold on. I don’t want to come again, not yet. I want this to last. I want to ride this high forever, just watching her and listening to her and feeling her.
As for the song, I don’t even know what to say about that right now except that she’s some kind of goddamn genius. Her voice has a clarity which is simultaneously husked with a colorful edge that’s hard to describe. Like she’s singing more than one single note at a time. The tune itself is memorable and original, but I can also pick her influences. Weirdly, I might be one of them. My song that’s currently number one on the charts is somehow featuring, very subtly, in the harmonies.