Make Me Yours: A Stand-Alone Single Dad Romantic Comedy.

by Tia Louise

  His face is beside my ear. “Say my name again. I want to hear you saying my name as you come apart.”

  His hand moves faster between my legs. I’m hypnotized by the movements, focused entirely on the surges of pleasure streaking through my body from my thighs to the arches of my feet. I feel his erection at my back, and I reach behind me, sliding my hand up and down the bulge in his pants.

  “Fuck yeah,” he whispers into my hair, and my orgasm tightens in my lower stomach.

  The pressure grows hotter, his hand moves faster. My gaze is full of him holding me, one hand inside my bra, kneading my breast, the other massaging my clit.

  I feel the orgasm start to flutter, tighter, tighter in my pelvis, and my head falls back as it breaks through me. “Remi!” I gasp his name, bending my knees as my thighs shudder.

  His arm becomes a steel band around my ribs, holding me up as he gingerly touches my clit, stroking it through the last waves of orgasm.

  “Oh, yes,” I’m trembling, riding his hand, my pussy tightening between my legs, longing for that ache to be filled.

  Without a word, he walks us to the bed, guiding me forward until my hands are flat on the mattress. My ass is up, and I look over my shoulder as I arch my back. I want to see that cock I’ve only felt time after time.

  His lids are heavy as he goes to the nightstand, reaching into the drawer for a condom.

  “Compliments of the hotel?” I tease.

  He’s too focused to grin. “I put some in the drawer. Just in case.”

  I haven’t moved. It all happens so quickly. I watch as he unfastens his slacks, letting them fall to the floor as he steps out and makes his way to me. My eyes are hot and straining. I want to see, but I don’t want to move.

  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.”

  She turns onto her stomach facing me, her arms bent over her breasts, hands tucked beneath her cheek. She smiles, and her nose crinkles adorably. “I said a lot of things before we left Oakville.”

  Reaching out, I move a dark wave off her ivory cheek. “I don’t want us to be friends.”

  Her eyebrows rise, but that smile sparkles in her gaze. “You don’t?”

  “No.”

  “Hm…” She nods, doing her best to make a serious face. “So we’re not friends anymore. Interesting.”

  “We are not.” Leaning closer, I kiss her jaw. “I plan to do very naughty things with you. Things friends would never do.”

  Her shoulder rises, and she makes a little noise. “Very unfriendly kisses?”

  “Very unfriendly kisses, touches.” My hand slides down to her waist, over the curve of her ass.

  I’m ready to explore her body with my mouth again when a loud knock sounds on the door and we both jump. She sits up, holding the sheet over her breasts.

  “What the—” I slide to the edge of the bed, snatching a robe off the hook on the wall.

  “It’s our cupcakes!” She hops out of the bed as well, grabbing the other robe and pulling it over her naked body.

  Sure enough, it’s our order. We move from snuggled in a cocoon of afterglow to sitting in the middle of the floor in the living room, a pink box of confections between us. We ordered the “I Cupcake New York” dozen, a collection of red velvet, chocolate, and vanilla cakes with assorted decorations.

  “Look at this one.” Her eyes are wide as she lifts a white cupcake with pink frosting and a candy daisy on top. “It’s the Carrie cupcake.”

  I grab a standard chocolate with chocolate frosting. “We should bring a few of these back for Lillie.”

  “Yes!” She tries to clap with her hands full of cake. “She’ll love it.”

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�I really love how much you care for her.” I’ve thought it so many times, but it’s the first time I’ve said it out loud.

  “She’s an amazing kid. She’s sweet and smart… and she’s goofy like you.”

  “I’m not goofy.” Happiness tightens my chest. It’s so easy to laugh when I’m with her. It’s been so long since I could laugh this way.

  “You like to tease and have fun.” She takes a bite of her pink cupcake and falls onto her side. “Oh my wow! This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted!”

  I have to confess, her orgasmic cries have my dick twitching. “If you keep making those noises, I’m going to have to fuck you again.”

  Her eyes widen, and she pulls her lip between her teeth as a naughty grin spreads across her cheeks. I watch as she slowly lifts the cupcake to her mouth. Her pink tongue slips out to take a lick, and she moans, closing her eyes. It’s fucking sexy as hell.

  “It’s sooo good.”

  That does it. I toss my cupcake back into the box and crawl across the floor to her. She squeals and tries to get away, but I’m too fast. I catch her ankle, then I’m on top of her, holding her hands out to the sides.

  “You’re a tease, Ruby Banks.” Leaning down, I cover her mouth with mine, kissing her quickly before lifting up again to meet her gaze.

  “I’m very sweet.” Her voice is sultry.

  “You’re delicious.” I kiss her jaw. “Everywhere.”

  A pretty flush stains her neck. I lean down to kiss her skin, my cock growing harder as I make my way lower, into the loosened wrap of her robe.

  “Do you want me to taste you?” I speak against her body, moving the cloth aside with my nose so her tight little nipples are exposed.

  “Yes.” The word slips out on a hot exhale, and I pull her breast into my mouth, sucking and biting gently.

  Her body moves beneath me, and I push my thigh between her legs, spreading them wider. We’re both in only bath robes, and my dick is hard on her thigh. She whimpers, moving her hips around to center me above her core.

  “I have to get a condom.” My voice is strained as I kiss her shoulder, making my way up to her neck, behind her ear.

  “Oh!” Her back arches, and I know I’ve found an erogenous zone. “Remi, just the tip.”

  Fuck. I don’t know if I have the self-control for it. My dick is aching for her body, for release. Still, I move higher, covering her mouth with mine as I tease her with the tip of my cock.

  “Ruby,” I groan. She’s hot and clenching, and the sensation is almost unbearable.

  I almost come.

  I’m off her at once, headed to the bedroom to retrieve another condom from the nightstand. I’m taking it out as I return to the room, kneeling beside her as I start to roll it on.

  “So big…” She reaches out, stopping me as she wraps her fingers around my shaft, pulling and watching me, leaning forward and putting her soft lips around the head.

  “Ruby.” It’s a sacred whisper as I watch her pull me into her mouth, grasping the base with her hand and meeting it as she licks around the shaft like an ice cream cone.

  Ice cream… I remember teasing her in the park…

  My head drops back, and I’m lost in the flex of orgasm tensing my lower belly. She’s pumping me, and my hips move forward to meet her mouth. I’m so close. I’m riding her sucks, following her rhythm, but I want to be inside her.

  “Wait.” My voice is a rasp, and I gently nudge her aside so I can roll on the condom.

  Then scooping my hands through her hair, under her arms, I lift her to my lap, positioning her so she’s straddling my cock, which is pointed to the ceiling.

  She reaches between us and positions the head then drops completely, sending me balls deep into her clenching core.

  “Oh, fuck,” I cough, holding her body.

  I’m still sitting on my knees, and she rises again, only to drop all the way once more, sending me impossibly deep. My eyes roll back in my head, and I swear to all that’s fucking holy it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt.

  She rides me like a champ. Her breasts bounce at my chin, and I dip down to pull one into my mouth, feeling her clenching and pulling me deeper inside her.

  “So good,” I groan, trailing my fingers lightly along the sides of her ass.

  Her head tilts back, and the ends of her hair tease my fingers. She grinds against me, and I grab her hips, digging my fingers into her skin and holding her so I’m buried so deep, moving her up and down as she moans.

  Sweat trickles down my chest. My hair sticks to my forehead, and I can’t hold out any longer. With a shout I break, orgasm pulsing through my cock into her. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, still rocking her hips until I hear her gasp. I feel the cascade of spasms around me as she comes.

  We’re holding each other through the cyclone of sensation, as our bodies rise and fall on waves of ecstasy. Our rapid breathing synchronizes as we float, holding each other as we come down, satisfied and happy.

  Ruby’s head tilts to the side on my shoulder, and her lips graze my neck. “That was amazing.” It’s a happy whisper, and I smile.

  Catching her under the ass, I slowly stand, carrying her in my arms to the bed. It’s late, and I quickly dispose of the condom before easing us to the center of the king-sized mattress, where we drift to sleep, our bodies entwined.

  When I open my eyes again, it’s after noon. I haven’t slept so long or so soundly in years. Rolling onto my back, I consider the gorgeous creature in my bed. She’s wild and sweet, sexy and sensual. I can’t get enough of her, and fuck me… I remember sometime in the early hours, in the darkness, pulling her to me and sinking into her depths. It was a hot as fuck quickie, and I realize with a jolt I didn’t use a condom.

  She was still asleep with her back to my chest, my arms around her waist. I wasn’t fully awake myself, but it was perfect as fuck. My morning wood arose, and it was like a guided missile.

  Shit. We haven’t discussed our sexual histories, although mine has been nonexistent since Sandy. I literally buried myself in work, neglecting everything, including my personal needs.

  That drought has ended.

  Ruby awakens parts of me that have long been dormant, and now that I’ve had her, now that my body is awake, I’m like a starving man. I can’t get enough of her.

  Still…

  She makes a noise and stretches, and I swear, I’ve got a rail spike between my legs. I’m ready to pin her to the mattress and go to town. I slide away so I don’t poke her with my dick, and she rolls slowly onto her stomach then turns her face to the side, towards me.

  A sleepy smile curls her lips, and she bends her elbow, putting her fingers over her mouth. “Good morning.”

  My stomach floods with heat fueled partly by lust, but even more by pure affection. Her eyes have captured me from the start, but now when I look in them I see her soul, her strength, her independence.

  I want more. I told her last night I don’t want to be friends. I want to make her mine, but I fear she’ll run. She’s told me so many times we can’t do this. I know she only caved because we’re here. It’s a special time. What happens in New York stays in New York.

  Regardless, I don’t think I can stay at arm’s distance. Now that I’m inside her gates, I want her to want me. I want her to come to me and say make me yours…

  And I’ll do it.

  “Good morning.” I smile, and she blinks slowly, studying me with those wise eyes.

  “I had this dream… It was early in the morning and something hard poked me in the ass. Then it moved higher between my legs…” Her teasing eyes narrow, and my stomach tightens.

  “Yeah… I’m sorry. Pretty sure I was still asleep.”

  “We didn’t use a condom.” Her lips press together.

  “You don’t have to worry. I can assure you I haven’t had any sexual partners since Sandy, and even then—”

  “I’m not worried. I’m pretty sure I was complicit in the poking.”

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nbsp; The memory is hazy, but I do recall her sweet little ass arching into my pelvis. It didn’t take much to glide into her slippery core. As rakish as that may be.

  “I’ll do whatever you need to set your mind at ease. Testing—”

  “No.” She shakes her head, her eyes traveling around my face. “I’ve always been very careful. I’m on the pill. We should be safe.”

  The way she says the word, makes me wonder if she’s thinking the same thing I am. We’re venturing into dangerous territory. Sleeping together takes us to a whole new level.

  I don’t want those worries clouding this time.

  I want to own it. “Are you hungry? It’s too late for breakfast, but if you’re in the mood for another cheeseburger…”

  She starts to laugh and pushes into a sitting position, her back facing me. She has the most beautiful back, long and elegant with black waves sweeping down almost to her ass.

  “I’m going to have to start jogging with you if I keep eating cheeseburgers.” I watch as she disappears into the bathroom.

  “You’re welcome to join me anytime.” She’s welcome into every part of my life.

  I roll onto my back, staring at the ceiling tiles as I envision all the ways she could fit into my world.

  25

  Ruby

  More running around the city follows cheeseburgers at the Shake Shack.

  As much as I hated it, I insisted we cut today short. Listening to Stephen and Remi talk last night, I realized the gala is a pretty massive deal for Remi’s business. He needs to be alert, and I want to look amazing standing at his side… Not like I’m dying of foot pain after running all over Manhattan.

  Standing in front of the closet in my room, I slide my fingers down the silk skirt of my dress. The bodice is held up by a network of straps that goes around my neck and crisscrosses over my bare back down to my waist. I can’t wear a bra, but Ma helped me take it up so the triangle top is held securely over my breasts, and we added a few darts at the waist to keep it from being too poufy.

  The result is it stays close around my torso then opens up into a stunning waterfall of thick ivory silk. It’s stunning and seductive, and I close my eyes as I imagine being in Remi’s arms tonight, his hands sliding over my exposed skin.