Page 104 of Let It Be Me

“I don’t know. We don’t need to talk about it tonight.”

“Why not? It’s on your mind.”

She shrugs. “Not anymore. Now I have other things on my mind.” Her gaze narrows on me, an unmistakable promise in it.

In an instant, my brain clouds over and I’m lit from head to toe. Ruby’s perfect lips form a tiny smile—she sees the second I become a walking hard-on—and I rake my gaze down her delicate throat to her tits. Her nipples have hardened under her pale-blue tank top.Fuck.It’s been days since I’ve been inside her. Too long. My hands squeeze into fists, hungry to feel her soft tits and finger the stiff buds of her nipples. “Come here and tell me about it then.” My voice is gruff.

She gets up slowly and makes a show of brushing nonexistent crumbs off her shorts and smoothing nonexistent wrinkles out of her shirt. It has the intended effect, and I spread my knees to make room in my shorts for my thickening cock. Her smile deepens at the sight, and I sit up to grab her.

“Quit fucking around,” I tell her, only half joking. Once her body is on my mind, I can’t think about anything else until I come. I close my fingers around the waistband of her shorts and drag her closer. “Now tell me about all those things on your mind.” I lift her shirt and kiss her tan stomach.

“Things like getting down on my knees in your kitchen.”

My teeth close around the skin of her stomach, and she flinches.

“Things like watching from below while your whole face crumples in that way it does when you come.”

My cock jerks, but I don’t want to be in her mouth right now. I want to sink myself deep between her thighs and watch her tits bounce in my face and get lost in the scent of her hair all around me. My fingers find the buttons on her shorts, then tug the baggy denim over her hips. Her panties are nothing more than a barely there scrap of sheer fabric the same color as her shirt, and thethought of them hiding all day under her loose shorts fuels the burn inside me. Only I get to see those panties. Only I get to slide them down her legs and see the drop of wetness inside them that only I put there.

“No,” I say, running my hands up her warm thighs and squeezing her beautiful ass. “I want you to straddle me right here.”

She lets out a hard little breath that tells me she’s too turned on to tease me anymore and does exactly as told, stepping on either side of my chair to straddle my knees while I quickly shove my shorts and boxers down to my ankles.

She curls her nails into the skin on my shoulder as she lowers herself over me, the shard of pain cutting hot against the incredible relief of entering her tight wetness. Her head drops back and her eyes close lazily. Maybe she likes hurting me or maybe she can’t help it, too lost in the intoxicating feeling of our bodies coming together. I don’t care as long as she doesn’t stop. I love what she can do to my body, fucking love every sensation she inflicts on me.

“Look at you getting down on my cock,” I growl, watching her ride me like she owns me. Which she does.

A hot, liquid smile crosses her lips. Her eyes open a hair to gaze down at me, and she draws her thumb over my mouth. “Don’t talk, Lorenzo,” she pants. “Just fuck me.”

I smile. I don’t know what this means, but who cares. It’s all good. I’m inside the only girl I’ve ever loved, and she’s grinding on my dick like it’s her whole world. She wraps her arms around my neck and thrusts her tits into my face. My teeth latch onto her damp, flushed skin. I stroke her nipple with the stiff tip of my tongue and kiss my way up the valley between her breasts to her neck. The smell of her perfume simmers at the base of her throat, where she applied it, and scent memory sends me reeling, my cock throbbing inside her at the raw,animal memories of a thousand moments of wanting her with everything I had. Wanting this.

“Fuck, Ruby, I need you,” I say hoarsely. If she wants me silent, too fucking bad. I squeeze her face in my hands and kiss her hard. I didn’t realize how much I missed her, how close I need her. But she only lets me kiss her for a moment before she turns her head and gives me her cheek.

“I missed you, baby,” I whisper into her skin.

“Me too.” But she twists away abruptly and stands up to turn herself around. “Let’s do it this way instead. From behind.”

Fine. Great. Perfect, I think, watching her round ass as she lowers herself onto me again. Grunting as she arches her back and spreads her knees to take me deeper. My cock straining as she grabs my hands, cups one around her breast, and sucks one finger on the other into her hot mouth. She rides me with frenzied, rolling thrusts of her hips, and I keep thinking any minute some dirty, beautiful words are going to start dripping from her lips, but the only sounds she makes are her ragged breaths as she fellates my finger.

I want to wait for her orgasm, but she doesn’t want me to. She moves like feeling me erupt inside her is her only desire. She won’t let my hands drop to her clit. I want to feel her body pulse around mine, and I want to kiss her and taste her tongue and feel the reverberations of her moans as she comes, but all she’ll give me is her back. So I pull her tight to me and kiss the bikini-strap tan line that cuts across her smooth, bare skin. My body releases with a jerk, and I spill inside her as a high rips through me. I love her so much. I bury my face in her back, her body my entire world.

She comes fast and hard a minute later. She throws herself against me and gasps my name as her eyes squeeze shut. I kiss her neck and her ears, getting every inch of her that she’ll let me. But she never turns around to meet my mouth.

As soon as we catch our breath and peel ourselves off the chair, she scoops up her clothes and heads for the bathroom.

“We should never go that long without making each other come,” I say once she returns fully dressed. “Ever. Again.”

She chuckles, but her smile quickly evaporates.

“What?” I step into my boxers.

“I know you’re joking, but that’s how it’ll be next year.”

All the good feelings buzzing inside me die down. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Phone sex?” I raise a suggestive eyebrow, but I’m not feeling the playfulness. “Anyway, we might not need it. We don’t know where either of us will end up.”

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