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Ruth lets out a moan, the first sound she’s made. Her hips lift, her body stiffens. She holds herself there, poised, waiting. Wanting.
“I need you to come for me. Show me that, Ruth.”
“I… I don’t know if—”
I draw the flat of my tongue from her arse to her clit. “Come for me.”
I repeat the command, and her response is instantaneous. I suck her clit but only to keep her focused while her orgasm takes over her senses. She throbs, convulses, gasps and moans, her body mine for the duration. By the time her climax ebbs, she is as limp as a damp cloth, spread out on the mattress, waiting for whatever comes next.
I work my way back up, kiss her on the mouth. “You still with me, Ruth?”
“Yes,” she replies, her voice breathy. “Yes, but…”
I pause. “But?”
“But I’m not very good at this. It’s been a while, and—”
“You may have noticed, I’m the one in control here. You don’t need to do anything. Be good at anything.”
“I know. Even so… I wouldn’t want to…to disappoint you.”
“You won’t. You couldn’t. You just need to want this. Do you want this, Ruth?” I wait for her answer and pray she hasn’t lost her nerve. Despite what I said about last chances, and about being in control, she can always say ‘no’.
Her eyes are closed. She nods.
“Say it,” I insist. “Tell me.”
I need to be sure. No misunderstandings. She’s my prisoner, I could so easily force her. I think that, just maybe she expected me to do that. Perhaps she even hid behind it.
There has to be no hiding place, so I wait for her answer.
It comes a heartbeat later. “Yes. I do. I want this, I want you.”
Enough conversation. I unsnap my jeans, release my cock, then manoeuvre so I’m kneeling between her thighs.
Her eyelids lift to reveal the kingfisher-blue irises again. She gazes up at me, then down at my solid erection. Her mouth curls in a soft smile. “What are you waiting for?”
And like that, so quickly, the timid girl is gone and the sassy woman is back, all challenge and looking at me as though I’m the one with something to prove.
She’s not wrong. Control is one side of this coin, accountability is the other.
My fingers are inside her, probing, teasing. She’s wet, so slick, so ready. But I’m not, not quite yet. I find that sweet spot inside her and rub. Her pussy squeezes around my fingers, her inner walls quivering. She’s panting now, on the point of treating me to another glorious orgasm.
This time, I want her to come on my cock.
I drag my fingers out, and before she can complain, I plunge balls-deep inside her.
“Jesus! Jesus, God…” The words are dragged from her throat.
Her body spasms, and she wraps her legs around me, clinging on while I drive my cock in and out.
My weight is on my arms, my hands planted on either side of her shoulders. I’m not gentle, and neither is she. She meets my thrusts hard, demanding, taking what she needs. And I let her. It’s not my usual style, I like to set the pace. Insist upon it.
But Ruth Lowison is different. I allow her to take liberties, at least on this occasion. Her sense of urgency is suddenly as great as mine so we ride it together, ride each other. Her climax surges to meet mine, and we come within moments of each other.
My senses return. I’m still inside her, with no pressing desire to change that. Her legs are still around my waist, and she shows no sign of letting go. I’m heavy, though, twice her size at least. I must be crushing her.
I roll off, then reach up to release her hands.
