Page 24 of Keeping Ruby

Could she be more innocent than I thought?

Heat spills into my veins. I try again, softer this time. “Open for me, Ruby. Kiss me. A real kiss.”

She looks dumbstruck as her full lips part, her pink tongue sliding out to wet her lips in a spill of nerves she is too unpracticed to hide. She’s so beautifully genuine. So exquisitely raw, so real.

The heat in my veins intensifies. My cock couldn’t be harder.

I dip my head, and she catches her breath. When I cover her mouth again, moving mine over hers, she’s stiff. Then, she starts to kiss me. Her motions are choppy, almost as though she’s trying to mimick mine.

I taste it then, her innocence.

I don’t know how it’s possible, but in this moment I’m confident she’s untouched. Hell, I’m confident she’s unkissed.

My blood boils, a surge of desire rolling through me the like I’ve never felt before. If I were standing, it would have brought me to my knees. She might be the only thing that can.

As it is, I groan into her mouth. And then, feral, I shift my body over hers, until I’m settled between her legs, giving her my weight. She gasps, and I invade, sweeping my tongue between her lips to taste more of her, to explore. To devour.

Her hands find my shoulders, but she doesn’t push me away. Her body trembles beneath mine as I dominate this kiss, driven to the brink of madness when I feel her soft tongue slide against my own in a single exploratory swipe.

She’s learning. My lovely, little Ruby, is learning.

My ready-to-burst-cock, swells. A bead of precum spills from the tip in a drop of painful relief. I groan a tortured sound.

I haven’t been ready to explode from a kiss since—well, since ever.

Gripping her waist in a grasp that is too rough, driven to the brink by a desire too intense, I crush my mouth to hers, inhaling her gasp of surprise as I grind my cock into the heat of her core. She lets out a sweetly sharp sound that exists somewhere between a shriek of surprise, and a moan of pleasure.

I’m nearly driven to do it again, the pressure of her body against my tip so fucking good.

Her hands in my shoulders push now, her head twisting to the side as she gasps in a deep breath of air. “I did it,” she pants. “I kissed you.”

Christ, but I want more. I need more.

Give her time.

“You did.” My voice may as well be spilled gravel for how rough it is. “Very, very well, little wife.”

Her body is trembling again as she gives me a curtly perfunctory nod, that makes me want to throw my head back and howl with laughter. This little woman.

“Well, then we’re done.”

Oh, we’re not nearly done. In fact, we’ve only just begun.

I don’t move my body from hers as I demand, “Did you like it?”

Her honey-colored eyes are fire as they land on mine. “Excuse me?”

“My tongue in your mouth, wife. Did you like it?”

Her hands flip from being pressed into my shoulders to cover her quickly reddening face. So sweet.

“I’m tired,” she mutters from behind her hands. “Please get off.”

“Not until you answer my question.”

She huffs. Her patience with me is thinning, and for some reason, I want to see what happens when she snaps.

Pulling her hands from her face, I wait, patiently. My cock still throbbing painfully.

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