I lift one of her feet and kiss the arch, trailing my lips up her calf, then place it back down on the bed, bent at the knee. I do the same with the other, positioning her exactly how I want her, legs spread wide. Only the thin layer of her visibly wet panties keeps me from my goal. I’m dying for another taste. I’ve dreamt of little else since the last time.
Her chest heaves when I kiss the inside of her thighs, watching each reaction as I inch closer to her pussy. I nip at her flesh, sucking hard to leave my mark on her inner thigh. My tongue glides up to where her belly rests over her panties. I link my fingers through the band, tugging the fabric down her thick thighs and exposing her neatly trimmed pussy.
Looking up at her through hooded eyes, I swipe my tongue up the length of her core, stopping to suck her piercing between my lips. She throws her head back on a ragged inhale,and her pale skin flushes a gorgeous shade of pink. I think I could stay here forever, watching her fall apart beneath me. She gasps when I slide two fingers inside while I continue to devour her.
Every gasp and moan is like a reward as I push her to the brink of her first orgasm of the night. “That’s it, baby. So perfect. Such a good little slut for me.”
“Liam,” she whines. “I’m so close.”
“What do you need, baby? Tell me how to get you there.”
She blushes a deeper shade of red as we lock eyes, and the view from my position has my cock leaking pre-cum.
“You can tell me. I promise I won’t judge.” I lick her again, all the way from her ass to her clit. “Anything, Ruby. Say the fucking word.”
“Choke me,” she blurts out the words so quickly, it takes me a moment to register what she’s said. “Not hard. Just… I want your hand on my throat.”
“I can do that, but I need you to tap on my arm three times if it’s too much. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.” She breathes a sigh of relief, and I dip my head back down as my right hand skates up her torso, caressing every dip and curve of her body before wrapping gently around her delicate throat. I have to admit, the sight of Ruby with her head thrown back, my tattooed forearm between her tits, and my fingers locked around her throat will be the star of all of my fantasies from now on. She’s a fucking sight.
I redouble my efforts, crooking two fingers against her G-spot. She squirms in my hold, her pulse racing under my palm. A few more rough strokes of my tongue on her clit, and she’s clenching around me, screaming out my name. Her body jerks, thighs convulsing as she comes down from the high. Her breaths come out in pants as I crawl up her body and kiss her languidly. “Taste yourself.”
She wraps her thighs around my back, pulling me to her. My hard cock is straining behind my boxers.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she says, tugging on the hem of my faded tee. Reaching one arm behind my head, I pull it off and toss it to the side.
Ruby scans my torso, eating up every inch of exposed flesh until she gasps and jolts upright. Something is wrong. I freeze, but when I notice where her eyes have landed, I smile softly.
“W-what is this?” she asks, skating her fingertips over the faded tattoo along my ribs.Hertattoo, the one I got for her. “Is that… my handwriting?”
I nod.
Her handwriting.
Her words.
Her goddamn brand on my skin. Ruby’s been a part of me for longer than she realizes—probably longer than I was ever willing to admit to myself.
“When?”
I brush my knuckles over her cheek, gazing into her tear-filled eyes. “Long time ago.”
She cradles my jaw, keeping me there. “Why?”
“Because you were the only person who ever made me feel like I might be worth a damn.”
There’s another sharp inhalation of breath and a quiet, “Oh.” She shifts down the bed and tips her head, kissing my most meaningful tattoo.
My pulse quickens.
Her lips meet the underside of my jaw, then my cheek, then she seals her mouth over mine in a lazy kiss.
“Youareworth a damn,” she whispers. “You’re worth everything to me. Every risk, every reward, every minute, and every hour that I waited for this.”
“Ruby—I?—”
She silences me with a finger to my lipsand tugs on my boxers, pushing them down my thighs. My heavy cock pulses against her lower belly, her softness a stark contrast to my rigid length. The air is thick with tension. My heart threatens to stop beating. Every muscle in my body is coiled tight against the overwhelming sense of need and anticipation.
