I didn’t know if this moment would ever happen. I’d always hoped but never assumed. But now, seeing Ruby bare and exposed to me for the first time, giving herself to me openly and willingly, is overwhelming.
Pushing my own pants down my hips and letting my painfully hard cock out, I keep my eyes on her, watching every thought wash over her beautiful face as she has her turn to take me in.
Smiling down at her, I grip my cock and say, “Now you’re going to make me blush.”
“You’ve never blushed a day in your life,” she laughs.
“First time for everything,” I hiss, stroking up and down.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” she says before putting a tentative hand on top of mine. “Will you teach me?” That fucking dimple and those ocean eyes stare back at me.
Pulling my hand away and hers wrapping around me just about undo me. “Damnit, Ruby, I’m going to embarrass myself so bad.” I half-groan and half-laugh when she slides her thumb over the head of my cock, swiping the wet drip from it.
Covering her hand with mine, I show her the amount of pressure and speed I enjoy, but after just a couple of passes up and down, my hand falls away. I lean back on my hands and watch with hooded eyes as she delivers a messily mind-blowing hand job.
When she shifts to her knees and leans forward to lick a drop of pre-cum from me, I emit a deep moan of pleasure. She smiles up at me with mischief and pride.
“Ruby, baby, I’m going to come. Lie back,” I instruct and she listens. Taking my cock in my hand, I lean over her and race to the finish while looking down at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. With a throaty growl, I come hard, coating her stomach and breasts. Marking her, claiming her, painting her as mine. “Fuck,” I say, looking down at her.
My mouth crashes to hers, hard, as I kiss the breath out of her. Leaning on one elbow, I keep kissing her as my other hand goes down to gently run through her wet center. On a gasp followed by a moan, I cautiously and slowly keep going.
“Open your legs for me.” Knees up, they open all while our lips never stop touching and kissing. Gently, I begin to push a finger inside her, earning me another moan. “You like that?” I ask with a smile against her lips.
“Yes,” she sighs. “Don’t stop, Sonny. Don’t stop.”
I push in and out of her several times, making sure to roam all the way up to her clit to spark her more and more with each pass. I add another finger and keep doing the same as her breathing gets heavier, her body writhing under me. When I touch my thumb to her clit, she lets out a loud moan, and I know she’s on edge as she begins to tighten around my fingers. Bringing my three digits back and forth, in and out, it only takes a few times before she begins to quiver and quake, exploding in a burst of euphoria.
“Beautiful,” I say, watching the flush of her skin, her heaving chest, her face pinch together before seeing the wash of pleasure take her.
“Holy shit,” she says before she starts to giggle.
Sucking my thumb into my mouth, I taste her there. Her eyes widen, realizing what I’m doing. “You want to try?” I ask, holding my fingers in front of her lips. When she doesn’t move or say anything, I shrug and say, “More for me then.” I suck my fingers into my mouth and let her flavor invade my taste buds. “Damn, you taste good. I can’t wait to drink from you.”
“Fuck, Sonny,” she says, putting her hands over her face.
I peel them back and remind her, “No hiding.”
“How can I not when it just turned me on to see you lick my woman juice from your fingers after having an orgasm that I think made my body levitate?”
This time I laugh. “Woman juice?”
“Sounds better than anything else.” She smirks.
Pulling her up, I kiss her one more time. “Let’s get you in the shower.”
After I wash her clean, I bring her back to my bed, where I only let her put back on my T-shirt before wrapping her in my arms. We both fall asleep knowing that this is exactly where we’re supposed to be.
15
Ruby
I wake up feeling warm and cozy. A smile pulls on my face before I even open my eyes, feeling Sonny pressed to my back. His arm is around me, hand up my shirt, holding my boob. A small laugh falls from my lips as I’m filled with happiness in this moment in his arms, even if he is getting handsy in his sleep.
Deciding to make things fair, I push back against him until his morning wood is against my butt. Snuggling back, I rub into him more and more. It’s not long before I feel his hand squeeze my boob as his lips touch their favorite spot behind my ear.
“Morning, Miss Tease,” he says, his voice rough from just waking up.
“Hmmm…you started it with your hand sleep-groping me,” I say, arching back into him.
“I knew I’d like waking up with you,” he tells me, and I can feel the smile on his lips. “I’m guessing you’re alright after everything that happened yesterday?”
Turning my head back, I kiss his jaw. “Absolutely perfect.”
“Good,” he says, smacking a kiss on my lips and turning me to face him. “I want to introduce you to someone today. Someone special to me.”
“O-kay…”
Seeing how nervous he just made me, he smiles down at me. “I want you to meet my mom.”
My eyes go wide. “I can’t meet your mother! I don’t even have clean underwear to put on.”
Laughing, he kisses me on the forehead. “You could be buck naked and she wouldn’t care. As long as you make her baby boy happy, she’ll love you.”
“Sonny, I cannot meet your mom wearing your clothes. That’s so weird,” I try to explain as I bury my face in his chest.
“You can and you will,” he says with a finality in his voice that makes me want to pout like a child. “But first, breakfast. What do you want? I’ll let Ruth know what to make.”
“Ruth?”
“The family cook.”
“You have a family cook?” Scratching at his chin, he gives me a look that tells me he makes no apologies for what he has here. It hits me then; my family is fairly well off but Sonny’s is like super-wealthy.
“Coffee and some fruit, maybe?” I reply when he keeps looking at me, expecting an answer.
After he calls the kitchen and tells Ruth, I guess, what we want for breakfast, we both get dressed, him in black slacks and a crisp button-down shirt and me in another pair of his sweatpants and a fresh T-shirt. We’re like yin and yang as we walk downstairs to eat.
We turn a corner into a room I’ve never been in before. It’s a large sunroom with a bistro table to one side and a fluffy couch on the other. A rocking chair with floral fabric separates the two. In front of us, sitting in the chair, is a beautiful woman drinking coffee and reading a book by one of the large windows.
Sonny goes straight to her, kissing her on the cheek. “Good morning, Mother.”
Her smile is instant as she reaches up to put her hand on his cheek. “Morning, my baby boy.” I bite back the laugh that wants to come out at hearing anyone call Sonny a baby, even if it is his mother.
It’s funny that for as long as I’ve known Sonny, I don’t remember ever seeing either of his parents before. I guess they really were too busy for him. Even with the amount of time my parents were traveling with the race circuit, they still made sure to be around as much as possible once they stopped taking us with them as often.