Make Me Yours(58)

Her body moves beneath me, and I push my thigh between her legs, spreading them wider. We’re both in only bath robes, and my dick is hard on her thigh. She whimpers, moving her hips around to center me above her core.

“I have to get a condom.” My voice is strained as I kiss her shoulder, making my way up to her neck, behind her ear.

“Oh!” Her back arches, and I know I’ve found an erogenous zone. “Remi, just the tip.”

Fuck. I don’t know if I have the self-control for it. My dick is aching for her body, for release. Still, I move higher, covering her mouth with mine as I tease her with the tip of my cock.

“Ruby,” I groan. She’s hot and clenching, and the sensation is almost unbearable.

I almost come.

I’m off her at once, headed to the bedroom to retrieve another condom from the nightstand. I’m taking it out as I return to the room, kneeling beside her as I start to roll it on.

“So big…” She reaches out, stopping me as she wraps her fingers around my shaft, pulling and watching me, leaning forward and putting her soft lips around the head.

“Ruby.” It’s a sacred whisper as I watch her pull me into her mouth, grasping the base with her hand and meeting it as she licks around the shaft like an ice cream cone.

Ice cream… I remember teasing her in the park…

My head drops back, and I’m lost in the flex of orgasm tensing my lower belly. She’s pumping me, and my hips move forward to meet her mouth. I’m so close. I’m riding her sucks, following her rhythm, but I want to be inside her.

“Wait.” My voice is a rasp, and I gently nudge her aside so I can roll on the condom.

Then scooping my hands through her hair, under her arms, I lift her to my lap, positioning her so she’s straddling my cock, which is pointed to the ceiling.

She reaches between us and positions the head then drops completely, sending me balls deep into her clenching core.

“Oh, fuck,” I cough, holding her body.

I’m still sitting on my knees, and she rises again, only to drop all the way once more, sending me impossibly deep. My eyes roll back in my head, and I swear to all that’s fucking holy it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt.

She rides me like a champ. Her breasts bounce at my chin, and I dip down to pull one into my mouth, feeling her clenching and pulling me deeper inside her.

“So good,” I groan, trailing my fingers lightly along the sides of her ass.

Her head tilts back, and the ends of her hair tease my fingers. She grinds against me, and I grab her hips, digging my fingers into her skin and holding her so I’m buried so deep, moving her up and down as she moans.

Sweat trickles down my chest. My hair sticks to my forehead, and I can’t hold out any longer. With a shout I break, orgasm pulsing through my cock into her. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, still rocking her hips until I hear her gasp. I feel the cascade of spasms around me as she comes.

We’re holding each other through the cyclone of sensation, as our bodies rise and fall on waves of ecstasy. Our rapid breathing synchronizes as we float, holding each other as we come down, satisfied and happy.

Ruby’s head tilts to the side on my shoulder, and her lips graze my neck. “That was amazing.” It’s a happy whisper, and I smile.

Catching her under the ass, I slowly stand, carrying her in my arms to the bed. It’s late, and I quickly dispose of the condom before easing us to the center of the king-sized mattress, where we drift to sleep, our bodies entwined.



When I open my eyes again, it’s after noon. I haven’t slept so long or so soundly in years. Rolling onto my back, I consider the gorgeous creature in my bed. She’s wild and sweet, sexy and sensual. I can’t get enough of her, and fuck me… I remember sometime in the early hours, in the darkness, pulling her to me and sinking into her depths. It was a hot as fuck quickie, and I realize with a jolt I didn’t use a condom.

She was still asleep with her back to my chest, my arms around her waist. I wasn’t fully awake myself, but it was perfect as fuck. My morning wood arose, and it was like a guided missile.

Shit. We haven’t discussed our sexual histories, although mine has been nonexistent since Sandy. I literally buried myself in work, neglecting everything, including my personal needs.

That drought has ended.

Ruby awakens parts of me that have long been dormant, and now that I’ve had her, now that my body is awake, I’m like a starving man. I can’t get enough of her.

Still…

She makes a noise and stretches, and I swear, I’ve got a rail spike between my legs. I’m ready to pin her to the mattress and go to town. I slide away so I don’t poke her with my dick, and she rolls slowly onto her stomach then turns her face to the side, towards me.

A sleepy smile curls her lips, and she bends her elbow, putting her fingers over her mouth. “Good morning.”

My stomach floods with heat fueled partly by lust, but even more by pure affection. Her eyes have captured me from the start, but now when I look in them I see her soul, her strength, her independence.

I want more. I told her last night I don’t want to be friends. I want to make her mine, but I fear she’ll run. She’s told me so many times we can’t do this. I know she only caved because we’re here. It’s a special time. What happens in New York stays in New York.