She’s still wheezing when I scooch back, tugging her with me until she’s in my lap, and my dick nudges against her smooth stomach. The bath is wide enough that she can straddle me with her knees on either side, but before she gets a moment to steady herself, I lift her hips and thrust inside her.
Her laughter dies on her lips. Pupils flare, and water glistens on the ends of her eyelashes as they bat against her cheeks, as her pussy clenches me so hard I don’t know if my heart can take it.
My hands roam across her curves, up her stomach, and around to her nape. Gripping a thick fistful of hair, I gently yank her back. A pebbled nipple points directly at my mouth, and flicking it with my tongue has her pussy tightening enough that my balls retract. I’m dangerously close to coming, especially when she lets out a low husky moan in the affirmative.
Her hips move subconsciously, slowly rocking against me for traction, and I have to hold her still. The sensation of her hot, wet pussy combined with the warm water is fucking with my head.
“Greedy girl.” I grit out, “Where’s the Ruby who used to panic my cock was too big? Because now she’s taking it like a pro.”
A smirk shapes her lips. “Because you’ve been fucking me like one.”
“Damn right, I have.” Lifting her, I slam her down again, making her cry echo around the bathroom. “And you still want an example of our dates before you commit?”
Her chest heaves, she quirks her brow, and a chuckle slips out. “I think that’s customary, don’t you?”
“Okay . . .” I lick my lips, my eyes dropping to her tits. I don’t know where to start because there are a million things I want to do with her, and I have everything at my disposal. But where some girls would be impressed with a private plane to Paris, Ruby would be far more excited about taking the ponies on a ride for the day, or an afternoon mucking out. My thumb leisurely swipes against her nipple, twisting under my touch. “We start with coffee. Cream and two sugars, because my girl has a sweet tooth?—”
“Coffee?” she moans, grinding on me, and I let her. “We always have coffee.”
This time, she lifts herself and sinks excruciatingly slowly, slow enough that I’m breathless by the time her arse snuggles against my balls. I know what she’s doing.
“You can’t expect to have my dick on the first date, Trouble. I’m agentleman.”
Her pout is laughingly exaggerated. “Then what after coffee?”
“You accept the flowers I brought you?—”
“I prefer a croissant?—”
“You’ll get what I give you.” My mouth replaces my thumb, sucking hard on her nipple, giving it a short, sharp bite. She squeals. “Now, where was I? After you’ve accepted”—I peer up at her, teeth sinking into her bottom lip—“thecroissant . . .we walk hand in hand down Valentine High Street.”
I know I’m literally describing the first day I took her for coffee, and so does she, but it’s still one of my favorite mornings together because it was then thatshekissedme.
My dick is getting harder by the second, even talking about mundane shit like hand holding because that’s what gets me off these days. Holding hands with my wife.
“Miles,” she whines, feeling me thicken inside her.
My lips drag along her jaw. “Yes, Trouble?”
“Get to the good stuff,” she demands, her back arching against my palms, fists gripped on the edges of the tub.
Easing her left hand, I press it against my chest, above my heart.
“Good stuff . . . good stuff . . .” I chuckle. “Which particular good stuff do you want? The morning I bent you over the kitchen table? The afternoon I fucked you in Mav’s stable? Two nights ago, when I licked your pussy raw?—”
I punctuate each question with a rotation of my hips. The flush on her chest creeps up to her neck, and it’s no longer from the heat of the water. With each ask, her walls clench, but it’s the last one that has the strongest reaction.
“You liked that, did you?”
She lets out a garbled, breathy moan that sounds a lot like “fuck yes,” and I know she did. I’ve never felt anyone come so hard.
“You liked it when I tied you up and spread your legs so you couldn’t move, then dragged my tongue along your pussy?” Rocking my hips, I grind hard enough against her clit that her jaw slackens, just like the other night. “Fuck, you should have seen yourself, Ruby, pink and dripping, so fucking hot . . . and the taste . . . Mmm.” I smack my lips together. “At my mercy . . . begging?—”
“Ahh fuck, Miles. Yes. Miles,Miles.”
Her hands cling to my shoulders, fingertips digging into the muscle, and that’s all it takes. I don’t know how I’ve managed to last as long as I have. Unleashing myself, I drive up into her over and over. My vision blurs, Ruby’s body shudders violently until she shatters. Her walls spasm viciously, suctioning me inside her until I come so hard it knocks the breath from me.
“Fuck . . . fuck . . .Ruby.” My head falls onto her shoulder, and she collapses into me hard enough that we slip down the tub with a loud squeak.
