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“They look worse than they feel, I promise.”
“Which ones hurt the most?”
I show him. His eyes are intense as he looks me over, and then he reaches out and softly slides his thumb over my nipple.
Slowly,reverently.
The contact scatters goose bumps across my skin and his eyes meet mine.
“Are you still cold?”
“Not even a little bit.” My teeth press against my bottom lip as he tugs my nipple between his fingers. He moves to the other side and does the same. He leans down and lightly blows across the worst burn in the center of my chest and then straightens, sighing.
“I really don’t want to hurt you,” he says regretfully.
I try not to show how disappointed I am, but honestly…I’m not gonnaforcehim to have sex with me.
“So, there’ll be a little change in plans for our first position,” he continues, the slow smile spreading across his facewicked.
A thrill shoots through me. “First position? You’re already planning on us doing this more than once? Presumptuous.” I laugh.
“Fuck.Yes.” He leans in and kisses me and just as I’m about to climb the man, he pulls back.
I groan and he chuckles.
He palms his dick and my eyes widen as I get a better look at what he’s dealing with.
“On the bed,” he whispers.
I gulp and then do as he said, crawling across it.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he says.
His hands close around my backside and my eyes close as he kneads my cheeks. I’m hesitant to move because it feels so good.
“Will you be comfortable resting your head on your arms and leaving this right here?” He gives my bottom a slap and I yelp, my laugh dying as he leans in, his hardness pressing between my cheeks. Desire rushes through me. “Ruby?”
“Uh, y-yes.” I lean my forehead on my arms, feeling more than a little exposed to have my hind end hanging in the air. But the way he’s touching me—yes. The next second, I gasp when he pulls my lacy boy shorts off.
I turn back and look at him and his eyes are gleaming as he stares at me. He tilts his head to meet my eyes and looks so serious I almost ask what’s wrong.
“This ass has been front and center in my dreams.” He squeezes each side and his teeth press against his lower lip. “I need my mouth on it.”
I squeak, my head falling back down to my arms. The things he does and the way I love it—kissing and sucking andbiting, greedy and playful with the occasional slap. I didn’t dream I could lose all inhibitions this way, but I do.
And then when his tongue swipes along my core for the first time, I’m so worked up, I think I might flood all over him. He groans like he’s ravenous, his hands moving my cheeks apart, giving him even better access, and his tongue goes crazy.
He sucks and licks and flicks and is so tuned into me that when I breathe even slightly different or whimper or moan—he really loves it when I moan—he goes in even more intently.
I never imagined I could have an orgasm this way, but then again, I’ve never experienced anything close to this.
And oh, how he proves me wrong.
When he finally flips me onto my back and shoves his sweats down, his long, thick erection bobbing, I eagerly lean up on my elbows and watch as he gives his tip a hard squeeze, and then slides his fist over himself once.
This is it, I think,he’s finally going to ravage me with that thing.
But no. He widens my legs and leans down, licking me again.
