Make Me Yours

Once he’s back behind me, he drops to his knees, jerking my panties from my waist to the ground and burying his face in my ass.

“Oh shit!” I gasp, my knees giving out as he kisses me, licking his tongue into my core and sucking me at the same time. “Remi, oh…”

His tongue is back on my clit, his cheeks scuffing the electric skin of my inner thighs. I’m crying out and rising onto my toes as waves of orgasm flare to life inside me again. My pussy is clenching, grasping, begging.

He’s back on his feet again, and I hear him rip the foil, rolling the condom on quickly. I’m fisting the bedspread when his tip nudges at my entrance. He moves my legs wider with his thighs, and in one swift plunge, he’s inside me, all the way to the hilt.

We both groan loudly. My back arches, and he catches me around the waist, holding me to his chest as he starts to pump. He’s thrusting fast, relentless, focused. I hear his breathing in my ear, ragged and desperate.

“Ruby… yes… fuck, yes.” His mouth is at my neck, and he holds my shoulders, my waist, leaning us forward as he drives harder.

My hands shoot out to hold the bedspread. He’s over my back, forcing us faster and deeper to climax.

Lights flash behind my squeezed eyes. It’s fireworks and irresistible need. It’s something I’ve only read about but never experienced. I lift one leg, putting my knee on the bed, and it sends him even deeper. We both cry out, and he thrusts one, two, three more times before holding steady, holding my ass against his pelvis, as he erupts with a loud, ragged shout.

I feel his dick pulsing, filling the condom. I feel his chest against my back, slick with sweat. I feel his heart beating hard against my skin.

It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced.

He’s blown my mind. Again.

Then he says my name.

24

Remi

Being inside Ruby is like diving into warm, crystal clear waters in a private cove surrounded by jasmine and roses.

Her hair swirls around us like glossy silk, and her body is so sexy. Her hips rock and sway when I touch her, and she rides my hand, threading her fingers in my hair chanting my name. It’s incredible. My cock is so hard and aching, when I finally get it inside her tight little pussy, I almost blow my load in two pumps. Steadying my thoughts, I’m able to crest the overwhelming wave of pleasure.

Still, the way her body moves with mine, it’s all nearly more than I can handle. Her scent is all over me. I had to taste her one more time, get her right to the edge, because this first time won’t last long. We’ve been building to this for weeks.

When we finally reach that cliff together, I’m holding her to my chest as we dive together, white light blinding me, the orgasm snaking up my legs, pulsing into her.

“Ruby.” I say her name like a prayer, kissing her face, the side of her cheek, her hair.

My heart is beating out of my chest, and I’m warm in her depths. I don’t want to pull out. I only want to hold her.

Reaching carefully between us, I grasp the condom, tying it off quickly before depositing it in the small trash under the desk. Just as fast, I catch her hand, leading her to the bed. Sliding back the blankets, I guide us through the silky sheets into each other’s arms.

Her panties are long gone, and she unfastens her sexy bra before snuggling in beside me. “I really like that bra.” I wrap my arm around her, holding her close.

She grins, tossing it to the side. “I thought you might.”

My grip tightens on her. “What happened to not sleeping in my room?”

“We’re not asleep yet.” That teasing glint is in her eyes, but I pull her small body tighter to mine.

“You’re not going anywhere tonight.”

She starts to laugh. “You’re kidnapping me?”

Rolling us onto her back, I look down into her sweet face, her dancing eyes, and white smile. “More like… holding you hostage.”

Her chin lifts, and I meet her halfway, pulling her lips between mine, parting them and sweeping my tongue to find hers. It’s heaven. It’s more than I thought it might be. We finish with short nips, light touches. I bend down and trace her chin with my mouth.

Dropping beside her on the bed, I have one arm behind her neck. The other traces the skin of her flat stomach. “I’ve been thinking about what you said before we left Oakville.”