Page 33 of Rebel's Fairytale

My Ruby?Bri stared at him for a long moment, trying to decide if she was his or if she even liked him calling her that. Her pussy decided it absolutely did, so she shrugged and let it go.

He took a seat in the middle of the blanket with his knees bent up and his legs open. He patted the spot between his thighs, motioning for her to sit.

She settled there, turned slightly to the side, so she could see both him and the water. After gazing out at the small waves crashing against the sand twenty feet in front of them, she looked at him and pressed a kiss to his lips. When she pulled back, she whispered, “Thank you for sharing your spot with me. Do you want to talk about your family?”

Rebel cupped the back of her head in his hand and kept her close. He shook his head. “Another time.” His gaze dropped to her lips.

Bri was a bit ashamed to admit that she was relieved he didn’t want to get deep with the conversation. She was in much too good of a mood from their amazing date to taint it with family trauma. She wanted to know about it and be there for him, but their three mini make-out sessions had her body on fire. They needed a release of a different kind.

When he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, she could have cried out with joy. Instead, she fisted her hands in the front of his shirt and pulled him as close as she could get him.

Rebel didn’t break the kiss when he growled, but she wondered what exactly made him growl. Experimenting, she released his shirt and waited. After a few moments of slow, soft kisses, he ramped up the passion a bit, and she fisted his shirt in her hand again. The growl that came from him was deeper, more guttural.

Unable to stop herself, she broke the kiss and giggled. “Like that, do ya?”

Rebel nipped her chin and nuzzled her neck. “I fucking love when you grab onto me like you can’t get me close enough.”

“Like this?” She moved her hands to his cheeks and slowly slid them back into his hair and fisted. Within seconds, she was flat on her back on the blanket and Rebel was between her thighs. His kisses got urgent and demanding, his tongue ordering hers to play. She complied, tickling the inside of his mouth the way he was tickling hers.

When they needed to breathe, Rebel dragged his lips along her cheek to her neck, panting and pressing his jean-clad erection against her core. “Fuck, Ruby.”

“It’s your fault,” she whispered back.

Rebel chuckled against her neck as his hand dipped under her shirt at her side. “My fault?”

“Yeah. You started it with your flashy eyes and your kisses and your compliments. Your. Fault.”

He hummed and kissed his way down to the skin of her chest, exposed by her V-neck tee. After dipping his tongue into her cleavage, he asked, “Is this where I’m supposed to apologize? Because I have no intention of doing so.”

Before she could respond, his hand cupped her bra-covered breast and gave it a gentle squeeze, causing Bri’s breath to catch.

“The way I see it.” Kiss. “You started it.” Kiss. “With this outfit.” Kiss. “And your various pairs of boots.” His hand pulled the cup of her bra down and his fingers found her hard nipple. As he tweaked and caressed the nub, he kissed his way back up to her mouth. “So, it’s your fault,” he said against her lips.

Bri’s heart was pounding out of control and her breathing was shallow. The more the man played, the more she wanted him to play. “Rebel,” she moaned when he pinched her nipple, before moving on to her other breast.

“What do you need, Ruby?”

She huffed out a breath. “Everything.Something.”

Smiling, he kissed her again. This time, he didn’t take long to work up to passionate. He shot straight there with his mouth as his hand began working the front of her shirt up her body. When he pushed her shirt up past her breasts, he broke the kiss and moved down to her breasts.

As Rebel sucked her right nipple into his mouth, Bri moaned and tightened her grip on his hair, holding him against her. He sucked and licked and kissed the skin around her areola for a while, until he moved over to her other breast. When he did the same to her other nipple, Bri lifted one of her legs and wrapped it around his waist, lifting her hips to press her core even harder against his erection.

Rebel growled against her breast as he slid his hand over her abdomen to the button of her jeans, where he stopped. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes, his own giving off that greenish-gold light.

“Yes?”

Bri nodded quickly, her chest heaving with her accelerated breathing. “Yes.”

“Thank fuck,” he uttered as he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. She helped by wiggling her hips as he pushed them down a bit. His lips returned to hers as he worked his hand into the front of her jeans to cup her core over her panties.

She moaned into his mouth when one of his fingers grazed her clit through the fabric.

He pushed aside the gusset of her panties and caressed her slit. “You’re so wet for me.”

She nipped his bottom lip. “Your fault.”

He grinned and went back to kissing her as he slowly slid one of his fingers into her core. As he finger-fucked her, he made love to her mouth. She appreciated it because she couldn’t help the whimpers and moans. At least his kisses were muffling them.

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