Page 79 of Stroked Long
Needing to let her know, I separate our mouths and say, “I haven’t, uh, done this in a long time.”Three years is too fucking long.
Understanding shines brightly in her eyes. “Me either, so we can go slow.”
“Not sure how much I will be able to hold back,” I reply honestly. “You’re gorgeous, Rubes.”
She sighs, as if her lifelong crush just told her he likes her. It’s adorable.
“And here I thought you didn’t find me attractive.” Her eyes cast down, breaking my heart in two. How the hell could she think I didn’t think she was attractive?
Maybe because you’re awkward as fuck and can’t show real human emotions.
Hating myself for making her think such a thing, I step forward, determined to show her how attractive I think she is.
Running my hands to her back, I find the clasp of her bra, and with a flick of my fingers, I undo it. The shoulder straps loosen and the garment falls into a puddle between us. Looking at her eyes, I take a deep breath and glance down, only to be privy to the most beautiful pair of breasts I’ve ever seen. They’re not too big, just the perfect handful with little pink nipples that I can’t wait to get my mouth on.
“Fuck,” I mutter, running my hands up her waist, stopping just below her breasts. “Ruby, there is no way I could not find you attractive.” Barely grazing her, my thumb rubs under her breast, making her entire body shudder. She clasps my cheeks and brings my mouth to hers, and I get lost in the feel of her tongue slowly sliding against mine. It’s so fucking seductive that the crotch in my jeans starts to get uncomfortable.
Backing her up against her bed, I gently help her down, never breaking the connection with our mouths. My jeans are unbuttoned, my fly down, giving Ruby perfect access to slip her hand in, which she does delicately, timidly. The tips of her fingers graze the tip of my cock, causing us both to gasp in shock.
“Shit.” I breathe heavily, unlocking our mouths for a brief moment. “I’m so fucking hard for you, Ruby.”
Uncertainty coats her face as she reaches into my jeans. “You’re not wearing underwear.”
I smile at her cute remark. “I wear tight swimsuits most of the time, so got to let things loose, Rubes.”
She gulps, the column of her neck working up and down while her mouth falls open. “That’s,” she pauses and bites her bottom lip, “that’s hot, Bodi.”
And now I’m smiling like an idiot.Ruby Hearts thinks I’m hot.
Gaining a little more courage, Ruby slides her fingers farther into my jeans, circling my thick cock with her small fingers. The sensation is nothing I’ve ever experienced. I’ve been with women before, but there is something different about Ruby’s touch. It’s tentative, weary, almost as if she touches me wrong I might disappear. I’ve always assumed I would never find anyone I would feel comfortable with. Be real. Let my guard down with. I’ve felt mild attraction—physical attraction—making the act of sex possible. But touching and being touched by Ruby?My Ruby?It’s incomparable. Completely incomparable. There is something different about Ruby’s touch.
She has to know I’m not going anywhere.
Reciprocating her touch, I move my hands to her slim waist, skimming my hands over her stomach and up her breasts. Her breathing hitches, pausing momentarily until my fingers graze her breasts slightly, just the faintest touch.
“Oh God,” she moans and arches her back. Fuck, and I didn’t think I could get any harder.
The need to feel her completely in my palm is overwhelming, but I want to take this slow.Need. To.My self-control is wearing thin with the way her body is rocking against mine, her hips seeking contact, her chest popping into the air, and her hand gradually working its way into my jeans until . . .
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, lowering my head to the divot between her neck and shoulder. Her hand grips my cock, tight.
My lips wander up her neck, to her jawline where they gradually find their way to her mouth. I hover mere millimeters over her mouth, grip her breast fully in mine, and then claim her mouth, evaporating her moan. I’m rewarded with a stroke of her own along my rigid cock.
There is a grandiose urge to pump my hips into her hand, to make her stroke me harder, faster, tighter. I need release. I’m fucking craving it right now, but not yet, not fucking yet.
I swipe my tongue across Ruby’s lips, mimicking the motion I want to make against her nipples, then travel down, applying pressure to her breasts with each passing kiss until I’m at her collarbone. Her once-timid strokes have now turned into nothing, leaving her hand motionless in my jeans, but I’m okay with that because it means I’m clearing all thoughts from Ruby’s mind so she can feel whatI’mdoing toher. Moving down, I nip at her skin, plucking her nipples tightly with my fingers, rolling the nubs and pulling up only to release them and repeat the torture all over again.
“Bodi, you’re teasing me.”
Fuck yeah, I am.
And there is no way I’m going to stop.
My cock dances, hard as a fucking rock from the tiny mews coming from Ruby, from the feel of her soft skin against my water-toughened hands, and from the sweet taste of her mouth that’s now imprinted in my brain.
Wanting to see her writhe under me, I play with her nipples, plucking them and squeezing harder, causing her chest to lift with each pull, and focus my mouth on kissing down her stomach.
So fucking soft, every single inch of her. I get to her belly button and spread her legs, making room for my bulky body; she understands my intention.And wants it.
