Her hands find my belt, and when she has my slacks open and lets my cock out from behind my boxer briefs, I hiss at how good her touch feels. Pulling her with me, I lie back and help her take off my pants and underwear.
Now, all that’s between us are the thin leggings she’s wearing. My hands slide down her back and into them, gripping her ass cheeks again, pulling her to grind against me, both of us moaning when the head of my cock hits just right. She’s already soaking me through the material as she rocks and grinds.
Ripping her leggings down, I can’t wait any longer to feel her skin to skin. I roll us until she’s on her back under me. “Are you okay?” I pause and ask.
“Sonny, I trust you. I want you. I want this,” she answers. “Please.”
That one word she adds undoes me. Our hips meet, and it feels unlike anything before, and I’m not even inside her yet. I kiss her, bruising her lips with mine, my tongue tasting, savoring, enjoying. My hips move with hers, my hard shaft sliding through her wet heat, making us both crazed.
Sitting up, I reach to the drawer of my nightstand, pulling out a condom. “Tomorrow you see the doc and get on birth control so I can feel all of you,” I tell her as I sheath myself.
“I’m already on it. I have an implant,” she tells me, and I freeze.
“Can I?” I swallow dryly. “I’m clean. I always used protection before, and you know I haven’t been with anyone in years. Oh, fuck, Ruby, tell me I can have you bare,” I plead like the weak man I am.
She gives me a sexy little grin, moving her hand to my wrapped dick and removes the unused condom. “I told you I trust you.”
Kissing her again, I move, and when I begin to slide inside her, I have to pause because it’s too much. Her. How good it feels. How long it’s been. All of it. Everything. I feel everything in this moment.
I look at her, capturing her eyes with mine and slide in as slowly as I can until I’m seated all the way. My breathing is heavy, and it’s taking everything in me to hold back from humping her to the ground. But this moment of pause. Is. Everything.
“I love you,” I tell her sincerely, my hand going to her face.
“I love you,” she returns with a smile.
I run my hand from her cheek down her chest to her hip, my eyes following the path. I begin to move my hips in slow, deliberate movements, and I watch our union in fascination.
“Sonny.” I hear my name fall from her lips, and at first, I’m worried I hurt her. Then I see the look on her face, and it’s nothing but pure pleasure. “More,” she pants.
Picking up speed, I lean over her more, kissing up her neck to her lips. “You going to come for me, baby?”
She nods in jerky movements. Moving my hand from her hip, I press my thumb to her clit, rubbing in circles. Her eyes close and her back arches as she begins to squeeze my cock. Taking it up a notch, I take one of her nipples in my mouth and bite it before licking the sting away. By the third time, she strangles my cock as she tenses before tipping over. I watch as she beautifully lets go.
She’s so damn gorgeous.
Before she can fully come down from her high, I pick up my speed a little more and drive deeper, careful not to get too carried away. It doesn’t take long for the match to light and the spark to shoot up my spine before I come harder than I ever have in my life. Even more than the other night.
I bury my face in her neck and kiss up to her swollen lips. We kiss, still wrapped in each other, for a few more moments before pulling apart.
Taking her to the bathroom, I start the shower as she uses the toilet, and I give her the time she needs to process everything. I know this was a big deal for her, and I don’t want to ruin it now.
Exiting the small enclosed space in the bathroom, she smiles at me shyly.
“Don’t act shy now.” I smile back at her. “Come here. Let me wash you.”
Stepping into the hot shower, she wraps her arms around me and I hold her. I’ll hold her for as long as she needs. I give her the silence she wants as she wets her hair, shampooing it and filling the room with the smell of peppermint.
Pouring soap on her loofa, I stop her, taking it from her hand. I begin to wash her, running the suds and bubbles over her skin. Turning her to give me her back, I wash it last, and when I’m done, she leans against me.
I kiss the top of her shoulder and finally ask, “Are you alright?” She nods. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. You were amazing,” she answers, turning to look at me.
“Then what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I look at her confused then by how she’s been since. “I knew it was always supposed to be you. You were supposed to be all my firsts.”
My eyes close slowly as I understand what she’s referring to. The night her innocence was taken from her. The night she wasn’t given a choice of who she wanted to give that to. It was stolen.
“But in a way, you still were. This felt more like my first time than any of my failed attempts to get rid of the feeling of him.” My jaw hardens as I listen to her talk about Ricco. “You didn’t just take away all of the memories from my past; you soothed the pain. This was everything I hoped it would be and more. This was only the beginning of us making our own memories.”
“We have lots of life to live together. You sure you’re still going to want to be with me when I’m fat and balding?”
“Only if you still want me when I’m wrinkly and senile.”
“I can’t wait,” I whisper, kissing her head.
And it’s true. I want nothing more than to grow old with Ruby. I want to fall more and more in love with her. I don’t want to be with anyone but her until my last breath.
I wake up to my phone ringing. Quickly reaching for it, I answer, hoping it didn’t wake Ruby. We didn’t get much sleep last night.
Walking into the bathroom, I put it to my ear. “Yeah?” I answer groggily.
“That’s how you answer your phone? We need to work on that,” my father says, sounding half-angry and half-amused.
“I was sleeping. What do you want?”
“We need a sit-down soon. Something came to my attention and we need a meeting.”
“And you couldn’t wait until the sun was up to tell me this?” I ask, annoyed.
Ignoring me and moving on, he says, “Meet me at the table at nine.”
“Nine. See you then,” I repeat and hang up. “Fuck…” I moan, rubbing my hand down my face. Looking at the time, I see it’s barely six.
I smirk to myself in the mirror. I have three hours until I have to meet him. I can still do plenty to Ruby in that time. Opening the door to the bedroom, I see her figure sleeping soundly in bed. I battle back and forth on whether I want to just sleep and hold her more or if I want to wake her up with my face between her legs. It’s a tough call.
Climbing back in bed, she begins to stir. “Sonny? Everything okay?” she asks sleepily.
“Sorry to wake you. I had a phone call.” I kiss her. “But now that we’re both awake…”
“You’re insatiable,” she says, acting annoyed, but I can hear the smile on her face.
“I can let you go back to sleep,” I tell her as I roll away from her.