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“I’m taking these,” she challenged.
I laughed and lunged for her over the photos, wrapping my arms around her and taking her down to the floor. “My little Spartan, always fighting.”
I grinned down into her wide eyes. Rolling, I pulled her on top of me and dropped my hand to her jean-clad ass. I yanked her flush against my hard groin and stared hungrily into her suddenly flushed face.
She immediately parted her thighs around my hips, her gaze locked onto my mouth. She rolled her hips, then tipped her chin back and closed her eyes at the delicious contact.
I loved to see her like this, needed to see her like this, head thrown back, eyes closed, lips parted, want and need carved in harsh lines onto her pretty face. Wrapping my other hand around the back of her neck, I pulled her mouth close to mine.
Her winged eyebrows furrowed, and a tiny whimper broke from her lips as she writhed against me again. I dug my fingers into her round ass and ground up against her heat, hard.
She gasped and I lifted my head, locking my mouth to hers. I fucked her mouth with my tongue, encouraged by the mewls and whimpers coming from her throat.
She gripped my shoulders and rubbed frantically against me, the muscles of her butt undulating under my hand.
“Vander,” she groaned.
I remembered she couldn’t come like this.
Grasping her round hips between my palms, I lifted her off me.
Her eyes flew open. “No!”
I rolled her quickly onto her back. Pressed against the length of her side, I slammed my mouth back down on hers and she greedily sucked my tongue into her mouth. I held her tightly against my chest with one hand, while I released the button and zipper of her jeans with the other.
She started to quake. I trailed my fingers along the edge of her lace panties, waiting for her go-ahead.
Tunneling her fingers through my hair, she kissed me deeply, lifting her hips off the ground, chasing my fingers.
Satisfaction rolled through me in waves at her response, but I wanted her ‘yes’. I dipped just inside the front of her panties, and her breath hitched in anticipation. Withdrawing my fingers, I caressed the triangle of skin exposed by her open zipper.
She moaned in dismay.
I smiled against her lips.
Her eyes flew open, and she gripped my hair sharply. “Don’t play with me, Vander.”
“Oh, I’m going to play with you, Ruby-mine. I’m going to play with you a lot,” I assured her, my voice gruff.
I watched, fascinated, as the colour rose in her face.
She stared back at me hungrily.
Holding her eyes, I smoothed my palm firmly up the inside of her thigh over her jeans. When I reached the apex of her thighs, she closed her eyes and squeezed her thighs closed, trapping my hand against her heat. I pressed up against her.
“Vander, please…” She breathed, looking up at me from beneath her half-closed lids.
Immediately I pulled my hand free, dove into her panties, and cupped her core. Her neck arched back, and her eyes closed. “Ah, yes!” She hissed.
Her juices coated my fingers, her heat enflamed me. The urge to free myself from my jeans, and replace the fingers I curled into her, was only slightly weaker than the drive to do right by her.
Dragging her wet up to her clit, I circled the swollen bud, pushing her higher, denying her the quick release she sought.
“Vander, Vander, Vander,” she chanted against my mouth, her hips flexing against my hand, her thighs starting to shake.
“Yes, Ruby. Yes, baby,” I breathed into her mouth.
I licked across her parted lips and her little tongue peeked out. I sucked it into my mouth then withdrew. Locked onto her face, I tapped her clit, once, twice, circled, pressed, and she cried out, arching back, pressing her head back into the carpet.
