I deepen the kiss, feeling emboldened, and when Ruby reacts with even more overt enthusiasm, I slide my fingers into her hair and kiss her voraciously.
In a flash, the spark of our passion becomes a bonfire. And then, a pyre. A raging forest fire. I can’t believe this is happening—this wildest fantasy of mine, the one I’ve secretly wished for, ached for, and pined for, since age sixteen. So, it’s no wonder that I’m already so turned on, I can feel myself dripping with pre-cum inside my briefs.
As our kiss escalates, I slide my palm to Ruby’s cheek, and to my surprise, she lets out a guttural moan like I’ve sucked on her clit. It’s a sound so greedy and sensual, in fact, it tightens my balls and sends goosebumps erupting across every inch of my flesh.
With a loud groan that matches Ruby’s, I pick her up and place her ass on the dryer. And the minute she’s seated before me, her eyes at half-mast, looking like she’s drunk on lust, I pull up her long gown, spread her thighs wide, and wedge myself into the newly created space.
I want to fuck her so badly, my ache is a physical pain. But there’s no way I’m going to rush this. No way I’m going to disappoint her. A moment ago, Ruby called sex with Cooper “mediocre.” Well, when she thinks about what I’m about to do to her, I don’t want her thinking any word short of “supernatural.”
With my hands exploring Ruby’s cheeks, hair, and neck, I kiss her until she’s panting into my lips with arousal. And when I’m certain she’s ready for more, I push the fabric barely covering her right tit aside and cup the perky, smooth curve of her body in my greedy palm.
At the sensation of Ruby’s small breast in my hand, myballs tighten and my hard cock jolts. I’ve fantasized about this sensation so many goddamned times, my body is going haywire on me. I’ve fucked my fair share of women since heading off to college, but, based on the way my nerve endings are reacting to the touch of Ruby’s hard, pebbled nipple between my fingertips, I might as well be a virgin now. A schoolboy who’s never made it to second base.
A growl of desperation escapes me. One that’s probably embarrassing. But it can’t be helped. Practically wheezing, I break free of our frenzied kiss to unzip the back of Ruby’s fancy dress with a shaky hand. And when my fingers reach the end of the line at Ruby’s tailbone, I pull the front of her sexy dress down and ogle Ruby’s newly revealed flesh: her perfect, perky tits, both of them crowned with hard, pebbled nipples that make my mouth physically water at the sight of them. I bend down and devour every inch of her breasts, and at the touch of my tongue on one of those hard, pink buds, Ruby lets out a moan of ragged arousal that makes me almost come in my pants.
When I move onto Ruby’s other nipple, she props herself up with her palms flat on the dryer, throws her head back, and widens her legs like she’s begging me to fuck her. Returning my mouth to hers, I brush my fingertips slowly up the length of her delicate upper thigh toward The Promised Land, quaking with excitement at every new inch traversed.
When my fingers reach soft fabric, I discover the crotch of Ruby’s panties is damp and warm to my touch. Shuddering at the sensation, I take several deep breaths to keep my balls from going rogue and prematurely ending this fantasy come to life, and when I’m sure I’m under control again, I gently stroke the warm, damp fabric with hungry fingers, making her moan and shudder. Up and down, my fingers go, teasing her, making her crazy and desperate for more.
“Oh, God,” Ruby croaks out. “Fuck me, Kendrick. Fuck me now.”
The desperation in her voice, combined with her shocking command and my name on her lips, makes my eyelids flutter and my balls tighten yet again with the desperate urge to release. I’m drowning in pre-cum at this point. I can feel it coating my tip, dripping down my shaft, and screaming at me, forcefully, to get inside her.
But no. Fuck no.
This is all about Ruby. About making sure she doesn’t regret her decision. By its very nature, a fling is about nothing but sex. Which means the sex better be out of this world amazing, or there’s really no point at all. At least, from her perspective.
Again, I fight tooth and nail to get myself under control. And when I win the battle with my inner teenager, I push the moist fabric of Ruby’s panties aside and slide two ravenous fingers inside the warm, wet nirvana between her legs.
As my fingers slide inside her, Ruby arches her back and groans deeply with pleasure, prompting me to grip the dryer with my free hand to keep myself from losing my legs from under me. I can’t believe I’m touching Ruby’s pussy. The pussy I’ve always fantasized about because it’s owned by the only girl I’ve ever loved. The thought makes my cock twitch and my balls tighten again, so I banish the thought and focus on the glorious task at hand. Or rather, the pussy at hand. The magical pussy that’s so fucking wet, it’s making heavenly sloshing noises in response to the movements of my fingers inside her.
Now that my fingers are slick with Ruby’s wetness, I get to work on her swollen clit. I swirl it around and around in languid circles at first, while continuing to kiss her lips, nip at her neck, and palm her cheek with my free hand, all the while whispering into her ear that I’m dying to fuck her.
As Ruby spirals higher and higher into pleasure, I tell her the sight of her in that dress tonight made my dick rock-hard. I tell her the way she danced and screamed while I was performing onstage, wailing her name, almost made me come in my pants. “That’s why I stopped playing ‘Shaynee,’ mid-song,” I admit breathlessly. “Because I was so turned on, I couldn’t concentrate anymore.”
Ruby likes that revelation. Her moans and shudders make that clear enough.
As one hand continues working her clit, I slide my other inside her to work her G-spot, and the effect is easy to surmise: she’s now arrived at the bitter cusp of what’s sure to be a powerful orgasm.
I lean my lips into her ear while continuing my methodical assault between her legs with both hands. “When I finally get to fuck you, I’m gonna do it from behind, so I can spank your hot little ass.” It’s now clear my non-existent song, and the secret fantasies Ruby imagines are contained within it, are a massive turn-on for her. So, I’m figuring the tactic will work wonders. And I’m right. In fact, I’m a genius. The second the word “spank” leaves my mouth, Ruby’s intimate muscles surrounding my fingers tighten sharply, gearing up for release.
“That’s it,” I coo. “Let go, baby. Come for me.”
“Fuck me, Kendrick,” Ruby rasps out, gasping for air and gripping my bare neck.
“First, you’re gonna come for me,” I growl out.
“I can’t . . . I can’t get there,” she blurts. “Fuck me. Come on.”
I don’t know why she’s saying that when her body is so plainly telling me the opposite. Yes, every woman is a unique puzzle to unlock; I know that very well. But I’ve never once gotten a womanthissoaking wet before, while her clit isthisswollen and engorged, and her moans and pants and sounds arethisdesperate and increasingly unhinged, and thenalsofeltthe telltale squeeze of those intimate muscles, and thennotmade her come within minutes. As a matter of fact, based on what Ruby’s body is now telling me, I’d bet every dime in my fat bank account she’s going to get there in a matter of seconds.
“Oh, you’re gonna get there,” I coo. “Fuck yeah, you are, pretty baby. Right fucking now.” I lean down and lick her nipple as my hands continue their work. And when that doesn’t do the trick, I nibble on her.
That does it. She throws her head back, growls like a wild animal, digs the fingernails of one hand into my bare arm, and releases with an orgasm that feels like an undulating vise against my fingers inside her.
I’m going haywire with desire, frothing at the mouth to get my first-ever taste of Ruby, while also feeling rabid with the need to fuck her. Not able to choose my adventure, I slide the slick, Ruby-coated fingers of one hand inside my mouth, while simultaneously reaching for my zipper with my other.
It’s a fatal mistake.