Page 82 of Stroked Long
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I declare as my balls draw tight and a sharp sensation hits me full force.
Just as I’m about to blow, Ruby clings to my shoulders, digging her fingernails into my skin and screaming out my name, her pussy contracting all around my dick, milking me for all I’m worth.
“Shit,” I groan, my head plastered to the bed, my hips flying at a rapid pace until every last drop is out of me.
Euphoria surrounds me. Passion and satisfaction soar through me as my body comes back down to earth, my cock still hard as fuck inside Ruby.
Her once scratching fingers are now gracefully running along my back in feather-like motions, her lips kissing the side of my face, pulling me out of my sex-induced fog.
Rolling off her, I quickly go to her bathroom, wash up, and grab a wash cloth for her. I hand it to her, unsure if I should clean her myself, and then lie next to her when she’s done, pulling her into my chest and under the blankets. Her hand instinctively makes circles on my stomach, and if I didn’t come so fucking hard inside her, I would be positioning her on top of me.
Silence falls over us, as we lie there staring at the ceiling. I can feel myself starting to feel awkward again. What do I say? I’ve never really cuddled with anyone before. Before, it’s been sex and that’s it, but with Ruby it’s so much more.
Do I tell her good job? Give her a high five? Let her know her pussy is a fucking ten in my book?
Probably not.Does anyone ever say that sort of thing?
I start to fidget, begging my brain to come up with something to say when Ruby leans in, presses a kiss to my jaw and then sighs, resting her head back down.
And that’s when I realize.I don’t have to say anything.I can lie here with her, perfectly content in silence, listening to her breathing even out as she falls asleep.
That’s good enough for me.
Fucking perfect actually.
***
“Ruby, baby, wake up for a second.”
“Mmm,” she groans.
The early morning light peeks past the buildings surrounding her apartment, casting an orange glow on the woman who owned me last night. Who slept in my arms last night. My arms. All night. Rather than feeling freaked out like the last time I woke with her in my arms, today I feel . . . unbelievable.
Kissing her lips, just light enough, I murmur, “Rubes, wake up.”
She stretches her arms, making the bedding fall down her chest, exposing her glorious tits. The cool morning air puckers her nipples, and it takes everything in me not to lick them.
“What’s going on?” she mumbles, her eyes barely opening.
“I have to go to practice.”
“Practice for what?” she asks, moving some more, making her breasts sway with each movement.
Fuck me.
“Swimming. I have early morning practice.”
“You’re going to leave?” Her pout isn’t fake; it’s genuine and it’s killing me.
“Believe me, I want nothing more than to cuddle the shit out of your warm, sexy body right now, but I can’t be late.”Words I never thought I’d ever utter, let alone think.
“Mmm, okay.” She brushes her hand across my cheek and then brings my mouth to hers. Faintly, she kisses me, our lips barely touching, and just like that, my cock is hard, and all thoughts of going to practice escape me.
“Rubes,” I breathe out heavily, my control slipping.
Her fingers play with the hair on the back of my neck and her tongue parts my lips, shooting pleasure straight to my groin. I falter slightly, my will collapsing, and even though I know I’m on a strict time schedule, I can’t seem to resist the feel of Ruby’s nipples rubbing against my chest right now.
Running my hand behind her, I bring her naked body closer. Her arms wrap around my neck, and our kiss deepens, our tongues mating, begging for more. The soft feel of her skin against my palm, the way her hands explore my hair, the heat pouring off her, are all my undoing.
