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“I’m so tired though,” she says, her voice low. “I might need some help.”
I chuckle, enjoying her little game and quickly seeing how I can work it to my advantage.
Well, I guess it’s her advantage since so much of our sexploration has been to help her get more comfortable with how her body reacts to stimulation.
She bites her lip and watches me with hooded eyes as I slowly undress her, pulling off her leggings with slow intentionality and leaving hot, wet kisses on her skin as I go.
Every time we’re together, I want to take my time revving her up, though not because I think it will get her off—that’s an issue that rests exclusively inside of Ruby’s head, and she’ll have to work through that herself.
I do it because I want her to get accustomed to the idea that placing my mouth and hands on her skin is a gift to me. I want her to understand that I enjoy worshipping her body, regardless of whether my own rocks get off. I want her to learn how to enjoy the slow build, not getting so focused on the climax at the end that she can’t take in the joy of the journey to get there.
Working over Ruby’s body is like this hike to Kilroy. Every step up to the top matters. Enjoying the scenery and little things on the way matters. The view at the top matters, too, but we slow ourselves down to make sure we take everything in. If you don’t enjoy the entire journey, that experience of reaching the peak doesn’t feel like it means as much once you get there.
Ruby squirms as I divest her of her clothing, protesting in a quiet whisper as I’m tugging off her panties, saying she hasn’t showered and probably smells bad, saying she’s too dirty for me to put my face between her legs.
I simply shake my head at her, though, and reach up to click off the light hanging above us.
I know for a fact that if I came back from a run or some kind of outside activity that had me sweaty, Ruby wouldn’t hesitate to suck me off, because she feels exactly the way about my body as I do about hers.
Like it’s never enough.
Her smell, her taste, her soft cries.
It’s never enough.
I want them all, and I want them all the time.
So I ignore her last few comments as I take off her last stitch of clothing, and then I dive down into the valley of my goddess, spending quite a while worshipping her body the way she deserves. Nothing goes unexplored, my head between her thighs, my mouth on her tits, my tongue swirling with her own.
She tries to turn the focus on me a few times, letting out little huffs of irritation when I thwart her efforts.
“Why won’t you let me get you off?” she asks, her voice still a whisper even with the woven-in irritation. “Is it not good enough?”
Even in the dark, I can hear the insecurity, and I immediately stop where my mouth is sucking on her swollen tips to give her my full attention.
There was an error in my planning, something I didn’t think all the way through when deciding on my single-minded focus to teach Ruby that her pleasure isn’t a waste of time, and that’s how my redirections would make her feel.
So, I make sure I clarify what I’m doing—what I’ve been doing—all along.
“Everything you do to me is more than good. It’s amazing,” I tell her.
I can’t see her completely, but my eyes have adjusted enough that I can see where the light from the moon coming through the thin layer of tent reflects in her eyes.
“The only reason I’ve been focusing on you is because you have this idea that time taken to pleasure your body isn’t worth the effort simply because you haven’t been able to get off.”
Her swift intake of breath and widening eyes proves I’ve surprised her. Maybe it’s something she hasn’t thought through all the way, or maybe she has and just didn’t realize I could see it. But I do. I see it, and I want to be the man who helps her get over that impression, because it’s a lie.
“And that’s just not true,” I whisper. “Do the things I do to your body feel good? Do they make you squirmy and horny? Make you feel like your body is being lit on fire?”
She nods, licking her lips.
“Then that’s enough. If you want me to stop because you’re not enjoying it, I will. Otherwise, you should just assume I’m having fun with your body because I know it makes you feel amazing, and making you feel amazing turns me on like nothing else.”
Ruby lifts a hand and strokes it through my hair, the tenderness in her caress cracking something open inside of me.
“I couldn’t have dreamed you up,” she whispers, looking at me like I hung the fucking moon.
It makes me want to pound on my chest, knowing she sees me that way, but instead, I drop down and press a kiss to those delicious lips I can’t get enough of, reveling in the way she kisses me back.
