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After what he’d done, every moment with her felt like an unexpected gift. He opened them greedily, like a box of chocolates, devouring one right after the other out of the fear that someone might take the whole thing away before he could taste them all.
The elevator door glided open and he placed a hand on the small of her back, the fabric of her dress erotic under his palm only because he knew her warm flesh lay underneath it.
They didn’t speak as they made their way to the door of the suite, and Roman wondered whether she spent any time asking herself the questions he avoided, if instead of viewing every moment together as a gift, she viewed them as a curse, their attraction a compulsion she seemed no better at fighting than him.
Roman stepped forward, slid the key card into the slot, and watched the light turn green.
He opened the door and stood back to let Ruby enter first. He didn’t want to lead yet. He needed to know she was walking over the threshold of her own volition, that she wanted what was about to happen as much as he did, even if she didn’t want to want it.
He followed her into the entry of the suite and let the door swing closed. He locked it, then turned and found her staring at him in the glow of the light cast by the single table lamp that had been turned on in the suite’s living room.
He waited, giving her a chance to change her mind. When she said nothing, he advanced on her.
He slid his hands into her hair and backed her against the wall in one motion, crushing her mouth under his, taking possession of her with his tongue.
She opened to him hungrily, her arms coming up around his waist, her hands grabbing his back.
Kissing her was like coming home, and he pressed her against the wall, relishing the way her body molded to his, her softness a perfect counterpoint to his hardness.
He swept her mouth with his tongue, cradling her face in his hands, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. Her skin was like velvet, and he kissed his way along her jaw and down her throat, wanting to cover every inch of her with his mouth.
“Ruby, Ruby, Ruby…” He murmured her name like a spell as he kissed her chest. He slipped a hand into the bodice of her dress and cupped her breast, thumbed her nipple. “I’m desperate to taste you.”
He withdrew his hands and knelt at her feet, looked up at her like a man at worship. Her hair had come loose during their kiss, and she stared down at him with glassy eyes, her cheeks flushed, lips parted.
He slid his hands up her legs, his palms sliding along the silky flesh of her calves, up to the swell of her thighs. He tapped her right calf. “Lift your leg, sweetheart. Lean against the wall.”
She tentatively lifted her leg and he rested it on his shoulder, then felt her weight shift as she leaned back against the wall.
Now she was open for him, the scent of her pussy hitting him like a drug.
He pulled aside her black lace panties and ran a finger through her slick folds. “Fuck Ruby… you’re so wet.”
A strangled moan escaped her throat as he stroked through her slit, and he looked up to find her head tipped back to the wall, her eyes closed.
He spread her open and licked her from one end to the other, taking his time, savoring the sweet taste of her desire on his tongue.
“Oh my god,” she moaned.
She slid her fingers into his hair and he circled her clit with his tongue, flicking and lapping. She dropped her thigh open a couple more inches, giving him better access, and he took full advantage by sliding two fingers inside her.
Her breath came in little gasps as he drew her clit into his mouth, sucking in time to the motion of his fingers.
She gasped. “Fuck!”
He couldn’t get enough. He wanted to bury his face inside her sweet pussy, lick every drop from her wet flesh.
She moved her hips in time to his rhythm, her hands tightening in his hair as he slid his fingers all the way inside her and dragged them back out while he worked her clit, feeling the little bud swell under his tongue as she got closer to orgasm.
He moved faster, pushing his fingers deeper insider her, lapping at her clit like a wild animal, burying his face in her juices.
“Oh god…” she moaned.
She was going to come, was holding his head in place, making it clear he was on the right track as she sought the stimulation of his tongue, the penetration of his fingers.
He kept up the pace as she climbed, his cock painfully engorged, desperate to be buried inside her warm wet pussy.
“Oh god… oh god… oh god…”
