by Vivien Vale
I come from everywhere at once—high up in my pussy, in my clit, and everywhere in between. I gasp and moan as I buck and writhe under him.
I stop and lay still, breath heaving in and out. I can’t think.
Then Wyatt starts to thrust. Gently at first, then harder. He draws his cock out slowly to its full length, then slides it back in.
Within seconds, I’m grabbing at him, moving my hips, urging him on.
A grimace breaks across his face. He grips my shoulder, thrusting hard and fast. My pussy goes into a storm of orgasms, clenching and tightening and gripping at him.
Wyatt moans and brushes back my hair. He closes his eyes and leans down to kiss me.
“I love you so much, Ruby.”
Chapter 30
Wyatt
Ruby’s taste lingers on my lips as I stare deeply into her eyes. Her thrusts against me grow stronger with each motion.
The way her tight little pussy wraps around my cock, there’s no denying she is—or was—a virgin. I can’t believe she held out for me all these years...waiting for my cock. And waiting for me to make her a mother.
Fuck, there’s something about that that’s so fucking hot.
My cock pulses inside her, aching to come. I want to. I want to coat her insides with my cum, but it’s not time yet.
I whisper to her that I love her as I really start to thrust. She’s begging for more, opening her legs and urging me on. The way she grinds and responds with her hips makes me bury myself in her twice as hard.
Her hands are around my neck. Her eyes are closed. She seems far away, lost in the deep sensations.
I stop thrusting so hard, pausing to caress her gently. As soon as my momentum slows down, I feel her pussy clenching me, as if begging for more action.
She is so hot. So incredibly fucking hot.
I’ve never met anyone like her. I’ve never felt anything like this before.
Is she getting this hot just for me? The idea makes my cock even harder. I can feel it pushing against the softness inside her.
She is hot and throbbing and soft, not just inside, but all over.
“Are you okay, Ruby?”
She nods, eyes lazily shut.
“Good. I’m so fucking glad,” I manage to say between thrusts. “You look so hot taking my fucking cock.”
She giggles, cuddling me close.
“Do you want to try being on top?” I suggest, knowing the answer already by the way she’s thrusting back at me.
Her eyes pop open. She grins up at me and nods. I smile back at her and let myself fall on her, catching her in my arms and rolling over.
I grab Ruby’s waist as she sits on top of me. She runs a hand down my chest and stomach, teasing her fingers up and down. She pinches my nipples lightly, one at a time, sending a trickle of pleasure through my body.
She leans over, trailing her tongue over my chest and tasting each nipple as she goes.
Her hands and mouth explore my hard, naked body. I’m trembling under her touch, aching and dying for release. Yet, at the same time, I’m perfectly content.
I don’t want this moment to end.
She puts her hands on my abdomen, raising herself up a little. Her pussy is so hot and wet. I can feel the juices dripping onto my pelvis.
I keep my eyes fixed on her beautiful face. Her soft fingers caressing my torso and stomach make me shudder. My body is tense and my hips rock back and forth in time with hers as she grinds my cock.
She lifts up, easing herself off my cock for only a moment, feeling every bit as she drags me almost completely out of her. She pauses, holding herself still while she feels her pussy clench around me.
Then she lowers back down a bit more, feeling the spasms that squeeze wet juice from higher up. Bit by bit, she impales herself, finally sighing with pleasure as she rests against me.
She’s so tight, so incredibly tight. If it wasn’t for all those orgasms, I doubt I could have gotten in all the way. Even now, her pussy grips me tighter like it’s got more to give.
The way she smiles as she looks down at me turns me on even more. It’s not a fierce, male thing. Not at all.
It’s a current of sweet, slow love running through all my male arousal. It’s Ruby. Her very self, laid bare. She’s letting me see it all. Not just her body but her soul.
She starts rising up and down to feel the length of my cock moving in her pussy. Her tits jiggle up and down.
She leans back to balance on my thighs. Her gorgeous pussy winks at me as her thighs open. She leans on my legs with her arms, knees wide apart as she slides up and down.
Her pussy looks so inviting I wish I could get my lips on it from here. The view is incredible—her pussy open and wet, clit throbbing while her tits bounce. I’ve never seen her look so beautiful, her skin glowing and her cheeks flushed as she writhes against me.
She rocks back and forth, using my legs and my hips to hold herself in place. Her face goes through a multitude of expressions in a few seconds as she rubs my cock over a couple of sensitive spots.
I love how her face changes, the little frown that appears as she cries out in lust. How focused she is on the sensations.
She seems to want to experience every single inch of me with every inch of herself. It’s powerfully erotic.
She throws herself forward suddenly, putting her legs back with mine and with a brief shuffle, grabbing my upper arms. Eyes closed, she grinds against me, using my shoulders for leverage as she rocks her hips.
I tighten my stomach and chest against the pressure of her clit. Her frown deepens, feeling the change and rocking against it. I can feel her getting wetter as her pussy clenches, grabbing at my cock.
The fierce frown deepens further between her brows and she thrashes me, hips grinding as she comes again. She gasps, moaning, hips and arms going loose as the explosion rocks her from within.
She collapses against me, gasping and sweaty. I wrap my arms protectively around her and cuddle her close to my chest.
For a few minutes, we breathe together. Her hand finds mine somewhere near my chest and squeezes it gently. She makes small, happy moans with each breath.
I grab her arms lightly and roll her over again. Her limbs are loose and pliant, a small smile on her face as she settles underneath me.
She doesn’t open her eyes but stretches back on the mattress, reveling in the feeling of the soft blanket. Her happy smile just gets wider. She stretches her arms out above her head, lifting her hips up to feel me still buried deep inside her.
“I love you, Wyatt.”
My cock throbs hard at her words. I’m overwhelmed for a moment, tingles racing down my spine and goosebumps flaring across my arms and legs.
I put one hand on her shoulder and one on her hip and I start to thrust, long and deep. She jiggles loosely against me, big lazy smile across her face. Her arms come up, stroking my arms, my shoulders, my sides.
For the first time in so long, I feel safe. I feel loved. I feel needed.
Ruby clings to me, arms and legs coming up as she tries to hold on to my thrusts. My hips slide back and forth rapidly as harsh moans come bursting out of me. I throw my arms around her as I feel myself starting to come.
It’s been so long, with such a buildup, the sensation is too high for a couple of seconds. I feel like I might actually black out. I can feel my cock shuddering and jerking inside her as my breath harshly rasps in and out.
All my gentlemanly actions are forgotten as I lay on top of her, just trying to get my breath back. I don’t know if I have the strength left to hold myself up like I was before. At least, not right now.
I think I just got turned inside out. She wraps herself around me, kissing my ear and my neck.
I pull back, smiling at her.
“I knew about your baby fantasy.”
“Huh?” she asks dreamily, stroking my back.
“I thought it was okay to come inside you. I thought you wanted—”
“I do.”
She giggles, kissing me. “I do want your babies, Wyatt.”
I roll off her, cuddling beside her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
She snuggles against my chest and opens her eyes, looking up into mine.
“I’ve never been so happy. I wanted you for so long. I just thought you didn’t want me.”
I hold her tightly.
“I want you. God, Ruby, I love you. I want you so much. Everything seems so different now. I feel like an idiot.”
I shake my head and start to say something else, but she kisses me. She cuddles against my chest. I stroke her hair lightly.
It’s okay. For the first time in a long time, I’m exactly where I need to be.
I relax against her, letting my fear go in the sweetness of her skin and the warmth of her love.
Chapter 31
Ruby
I’m lying lazily in Wyatt’s arms, and I never want to move. The contentment inside me is part of an extreme type of exhaustion. It’s like over the past hour or so I’ve expanded more calories than an hour of spin class.
There is a delicious warmth between us, something about the press of our bodies. Something shared. The scent of him right now is identical to mine, as if we are wearing each other’s sweat.
I’m aching, not just in my muscles and joints, but deep inside. Even though I feel raw, it’s a good ache. I know more about myself right now than I ever have.
I feel so much older and wiser somehow. Not just the sex but my reaction to the intimacy. Most of all, seeing Wyatt come alive under the power of my love. I just want to make him happy. He can feel that, and it sets him free.
I run my hand over my lover’s chest and watch his breath rise and fall. His eyes are closed, and he seems to be in a light doze. His arms grip me just loosely, like even in his sleep, he can’t let me go. The fierceness of his male energy has burned down into a soft, protective glow.
I’m still amazed by how selfless he is as a lover. Sure, I don’t have much direct experience, but I have read a lot of books and seen a lot of movies. I know it’s pretty extraordinary for a guy to treat his lady the way I was just spoiled.
I’m desperate now to learn the things that he likes so I can spoil him right back. I want to learn his favorite positions and all the little quirks he enjoys. I want to lay him out naked and massage every inch of his skin just to feel him from head to toe.
With a wicked grin, I realize that could be a fun game. Each one has to rub the other with oil. First one to break into sexual touching is the loser. Who will crack first?
I’m overjoyed to have these things to look forward to. My world has been remade. I feel so safe. So complete. The one thing I wanted desperately, I now have. There is so much excitement ahead.
My stomach growls loudly, and I realize some direct service to the bedside should be high on my wants list. If the universe is answering my wishes directly, I had better get my priorities straight! My hunger only gets sharper when I remember we have no food.
Fuck. Mom and Dad took the crackers. We failed to hunt up something on our adventure. It was time well spent for sure, but there was no food involved. I would kill for some chocolate or ice cream.
How many hours ago did Jake go fishing?
My stomach growls again and I laugh softly as I cuddle into Wyatt. He sighs deeply, drawing me closer. A lazy smile creeps across his face. Eyes still closed, he nuzzles against me.
“Was that your stomach?” he asks sleepily.
“I hope so, otherwise a bear just wandered in here.”
“Well, at least then we would have something to eat.”
I burst out in a giggle. “As if I would eat a bear even if you could!”
“I bet you would. You just need to burn some more calories to feel hungry enough. Come here,” he says as his hands start exploring my naked body while he holds me tight against his chest.
I lay back on the bed, stretching in his arms while his hands slide over me. I’m getting turned on, and so is he, but it’s not an erotic touch. It’s as if he wants to become familiar with my skin from every angle.
His rough palms caress across my soft belly. Down my thighs. Over my hips. Into the soft skin under my breasts. He sighs in contentment as he strokes my skin, smelling my hair.
I feel so comfortable, I never want to move. Hunger is definitely an issue. I mentally remind myself that next time we do this I need a stash of chocolate graham crackers under the bed.
Next time.
My smile grows, and I roll and put my arms around Wyatt’s neck. Somewhere in the tangle of limbs and half-open eyes, our lips meet. We kiss gently, then deeper.
We kiss each other’s lips softly, perfectly in sync. I open my mouth and lean in, as if I could drink him down in one gulp. With the same hunger he devours me, exploring my mouth with his tongue. It’s like some kind of magic telepathy, working through the energy between us.
Immediately, my clit starts to throb and the ache inside me starts burning. It’s funny how it can feel raw and used, then the second my thoughts turn to Wyatt, my pussy clenches and starts getting wet. The ache is absolutely delicious, and it is stronger the closer I am to Wyatt.
Even fantasizing about him, masturbating over him—the intensity of my feelings was nothing like this.
The pain—what little there is of it—disappears in the face of my lust. There was no blood during the actual act, and all the horror stories I have heard over the years must be just that—stories. The only real pain I experienced was the ache inside me just before he put it in.
When he was teasing me. When cold tingles were rushing to my fingertips, my nipples and my clit. That hurt. The pain of anticipation. His cock slowly sliding into my pussy was incredible. Pure pleasure. Nothing compares.
I’m starting to feel up Wyatt, too, by this stage. It’s so amazing to go slowly, to discover each other. His skin is so unbelievably smooth just under his nipples where the hairs grow. Just under his shoulder blades it’s rough.
I’m starting to thrust my hips towards him and pull his head down to me by the shoulders. He laughs, rolling on top of me.
It’s getting hot and heavy pretty quickly when there’s a loud rap at the door. Both of us freeze. We look at each other and then back at the door, wide-eyed and shocked as teenagers.
“Who could that be?” Wyatt whispers to me, panic at the edge of his eyes.
“It must be Jake,” I whisper back. “About time, too. I’m starving.”
“Why wouldn’t he just let himself in?” Wyatt asks.
Admittedly, I’m unsure. “Maybe his hands are too full of fish!” I say excitedly.
“Well, I shouldn’t be here right now,” Wyatt establishes. He looks less panicked, but still worried.
I think about the race incident. There seemed to be a fair bit of competition going on. I don’t want to cause any more trouble between them.
“Yeah. Maybe we should break it to him slowly,” I suggest. “This isn’t quite the best way or time to take it all in.”
“I’m gonna get out,” Wyatt declares as he gets up and throws on his clothes, struggling with his shoes.
“I’ll just take off out the window,” he says, pointing to the window at the back of the room. “I’ll circle around and come back at the other side of the house.”
“Sounds good.”
I sit up on the bed, holding my knees and watching him. I’m full of regret that we didn’t get to fall asleep in each other’s arms and wake up together. I guess you can’t have everything, even for your first time.
“I’ll miss you,” he coos. I look up at him with doe eyes. He leans over and kisses me.
“I’ll miss you more. I’ll see you in a few minutes. I’ll come around and help with the fish. Then we can all eat together, and maybe break it to Jake, a bit at a time?”
I squeeze his hand. “Sounds good.”
I don’t want him to go. This is ridiculous, but my heart hurts. I feel slightly terrified at the thought of
him leaving the room.
I just found him. I don’t want him to go away again.
“I don’t want to leave you,” he says, looking down at me, face confused, a hurt look in his eyes.
I jump up, throwing my arms around his neck and pressing our bodies together. The loud knock at the door sounds again.
Strange, he’s not yelling. Normally, by now, Jake would be hollering like a maniac. He’s persistently woken me up most mornings of my life.
I nuzzle against Wyatt’s neck, leaving a light kiss there. He crushes me against his chest.
“Just a few minutes,” I whisper in his ear. “Nothing at all. Then I can be in your arms again.”
Wyatt pulls back, grinning as he kisses me.
“It’s a date.”
As if he must do it quickly or not at all, he lets go of me all at once and bolts for the window. He slips out, giving me a wink and a wave as he drops away from the sill.
“Hold on, coming,” I call out to Jake. I grab a sundress from my luggage and throw it on over my head. I rake my hair back with my finger nails and hurry to the door.
I hope he got something yummy. Like trout or bass. It better not be a bucket of eels. I’m not hungry enough to eat those, no way.
Depending on how the rest of the night goes though…you never know. Wyatt might get me hungry enough.
I grin as I step up to the door. I plan on giving Wyatt every opportunity to help me work up my appetite.
I put my hand on the doorknob. The blasting knock sounds again.
“Alright, alright, jeez. I’m here what do you—”
I can’t get the rest of my words out. The person standing before me isn’t Jake, and boy, do I wish it was.
“Mr. Fentress?”
Chapter 32
Ruby
“Mr. Fentress?” I call out again. “What are you doing here?”
I can’t believe my eyes. Literally, I’m so fucking shocked I’m doing that wide eyed, rubbing your eyes thing they do in cartoons.
He looks pissed. Like really pissed. As if I just walked out on a shit ton of paperwork. Like I shredded all the notes on his highest priority case. Fuck.