“Marry me,” I say on a whisper between us—two broken people who hide from everyone but each other.
Her breath hitches, and her eyes open wide to stare back at me. “Yes,” she answers almost instantly, her whispered response mixing with mine as we give in to the moment that’s been suspended between us for years.
Both of us move, meeting together in the middle. Hands reaching, bodies touching. And then everything around us fades as our lips graze and eyes lock. My tongue licks at her bottom lip. Her eyes fight to stay open, hooding with lust.
Lips pressing, tongues searching, eyes closing as we taste and savor every second of this moment that we’ve been denying ourselves for so long.
It’s a kiss of seduction, of fulfilling a craving, of perfection.
Slowly building in intensity and fervor, her hands move in my hair, pulling me closer to her, needing more. My hand on her hip keeps her close to me, while the other goes to her long locks, wrapping them around my fist, pulling her head back. Our lips separate, but mine never leave her soft skin, kissing down the column of her slender neck.
A low moan vibrates up her throat before falling from her lips. Ruby brings her head up, making our eyes meet once more.
“Why did you stop?” she asks as a smile pulls on her swollen-kissed lips.
She’s so beautiful.
“I needed a moment to make sure this was real and to appreciate you and all your beauty.” She moves to drop her head shyly, but I grip her chin between my thumb and forefinger, making her look at me. “You don’t hide from me. Not here. Not ever.”
“But—”
“No, Tink. In this room, there is only you and me and nothing else. We don’t hide in here, not from each other and not from ourselves. Understand?”
She nods her head slowly, and I lean in to kiss her again, nipping at her lips over and over. “Tell me, how many boys have you let touch you while I was away,” I muse as I continue to bathe her in licks and presses of my lips, laying her on her back and pushing her shirt up to expose her flat stomach.
“Hmmm… wouldn’t you like to know,” she teases, stretching her arms above her head and arching her back. The movement makes the tee she’s wearing shifts, showing me the bottom of her perfectly round breasts.
She squeals when I sink my teeth into her side. Looking up at her, I say, “I do want to know. All kidding aside, have you been with someone since…”
“Since I was raped?” Sitting up and pulling her shirt down to cover herself again, she begins to morph back into the scared girl she was that night. I curse myself for bringing her back to that time.
“Tink, I’m sorry. I just… I need to know how this goes. How you are with all of this. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I tried to,” she starts, pulling her knees up and resting her cheek on top. “I’ve tried to have sex a few times. One time the dude even slid in before I freaked out on him,” she says with a dark huff of laughter.
I try to calm the anger and rage that are racing through me. Not because of her, but because of what I let happen to her that night. I’m angry that she’s had to battle back alone.
Gritting my jaw before I speak, I squeeze my hands into fists at my sides. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.”
Her hurting blue eyes look to me. “None of that was your fault, Sonny. I’ve never for a second blamed you for any of it.”
“That makes one of us,” I scoff.
Slowly she moves to her knees, moving closer to me until she’s straddling my lap. “You keep seeing yourself as the villain, but when are you going to get it? You’ve always been the hero in my story.” Her hands go to my hair, and my eyes fall shut at the feel of her touch. “I don’t think it ever worked with anyone before because they weren’t you.” My eyes open then, staring back at her, this fearless, strong girl in front of me. “It was always supposed to be you, Sonny. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.”
Before I can answer, she kisses me, her tongue stroking mine in slow, languid movements. It doesn’t take long for my confused dick to harden. Her fingers go to the hem of my shirt, pulling it off of me. Her warm soft hands on my skin feel like heaven as they roam and explore.
Mine begin their own exploration as they slide up her thighs, over her hips, and then under her shirt and up her sides. My thumbs skim the undersides of her breasts before traveling back down. I grip her ass in my hands, grinding her into me more, and we both let out moans from the movement. Skimming my hands back up her sides, I stop when I reach her breasts; this time my thumbs slide over her nipples, making her moan again. Loving her sounds and how she feels, I smile as I do it again.
Picking her head up to look at me, she reaches down and pulls the shirt up, removing it from her body, leaving her naked from the waist up. I almost whimper at the sight of her, still-damp hair tickling the tips of her nipples on her perfect breasts, making them harden. My cock twitches watching them pucker.
“If I could freeze time and capture this forever, I would. You are fucking gorgeous, Ruby.” Her face dips with a shy smile, but I grip her chin, keeping her head up. “No hiding, remember?”
“It’s hard not to when you look at me like that.” She smiles.
Leaning in, I take her mouth with mine, kissing the hell out of her. Our naked chests press together, sending all of my senses into overdrive. I don’t know what I want to touch, kiss, lick, or caress first. But whatever I do, I have to go slow.
“I don’t know where to start,” I admit out loud between kisses.
“You can start by not being afraid to touch me,” she says, pulling back to look at me again. “I’m not going to break, Sonny.” Reaching up, she gathers her hair, pulling it back to cascade down her arched back.
Taking the invitation, my mouth goes to one of her breasts as my hand goes to the other. While I lick, bite and suck one, I pinch and roll the other, working her up. Then I switch, driving her crazy as she works her hips over me.
My hands drop to her waist, stilling her as my lips make their way up to her ear. “You do remember that it’s been years since I’ve had anything but my own hand, right? I’m about to make myself look really bad if you keep that up.”
Her throaty laugh is sexy as hell and does nothing to stop my cock from exploding prematurely like I’m thirteen again. Scooting back a little bit, she stares at me with a smirk on her face as her fingers move to the waistband of my sleep pants. And when her finger brushes the sensitive head of my cock, I jump and groan in tortured pleasure.
Letting out a deep breath, I ask, “I need to know if you’re going to let me come with you, because if not, I need to get up right now.” I swallow dryly as she teases me again, and I think I might die.
She lies down on her back, and I think it’s her way of telling me she isn’t ready yet. I move to go to the bathroom, but she stops me. “I’m not that experienced,” she says with an adorable blush hitting her cheeks. “But I want you to do what you need to do. With me.”
Her hands go the folded waistband of the sweatpants she’s wearing and she pushes them down over her hips, pulling one leg up and then the other until they’re completely removed. Inhaling a ragged breath, I run a hand down my face as I take her in from top to bottom.