She’s still coming. She yanks at my hair, hips lifting to drive me in deeper. I’m breathless and hot and I think my tongue is about to fall off.
Finally, she stills, melting into the bed, chest heaving, limbs heavy.
I lift my head and wiggle my jaw, the muscles sore from eating her out so hard.
Best fucking meal I’ve ever had.
“Where am I?” she murmurs, staring up at the ceiling. “Who are you?”
“Number eleven for Sporting Lisboa. And I need to come inside you before I go mad.”
She blinks and I’m up and prowling over her, moving my aching cock in place.
I push inside of her. She’s so fucking wet and slick that it’s easy, too easy, I’m going to lose myself sooner than I thought.
“Fuck me, Ruby. Fuck.”
I kiss her hard, her lips responding to mine, her tongue licking her own desire, as I push in deeper, leaving her breathless again. Her supple breasts mash against my chest, my taut, sweat-slicked stomach pressing against her soft one, my hips finding their rhythm as I start rutting against her. She feels both small and delicate beneath me, yet I’m overwhelmed by her plush curves, and there’s strength in her grip as she reaches up behind my shoulder blades and digs her sharp nails into my skin.
I hiss from the pain and pleasure and fuck her faster, harder, the bed starting to move, the headboard hitting the wall. The need to screw her like this, to get off, to make her mine, is a wild animal inside me, threatening to tear me apart if I don’t.
The room is silent except for the creak of the bed, the lewd sound of my cock pumping inside of her, my gasping breath as I work harder and harder. The air fills with the smell of sweat and her desire. We have made our own world here, a world I never want to leave.
“Luciano,” she says, a whisper that catches in her throat.
I stare into her eyes.
She stares into mine.
We’re bound to each other in this gaze, tied and roped and tossed away.
I don’t think I’ll be the same after this.
What we’re doing, what we’ve done, that’s going to change me forever.
Forever is a long time.
“Come inside me,” she says, so sweet that something inside me moves, like my heart found its resting place. “I need you to come inside me.”
“Oh, Ruby girl,” I murmur, my lungs evaporating.
She really had to ask.
My ass clenches as I drive myself into her, like I’m trying to impale her against the bed, over and over again, sweat pouring off my brow.
I don’t even have a chance to touch her and she’s coming too, just from my cock, squeezing me into oblivion while she moans and groans. It kicks my orgasm over, and I feel it charging, sliding through my veins until it explodes at the base of me.
I am totally fucking ruined.
I yelp, grunting hard as I come, shooting inside her for what feels like eternity, my body tight and tense and out of control. I don’t know what I’m doing, don’t know how to come down.
Don’t know if I want to.
I’m seeing fucking stars.
My eyes pinch shut as the last of it rolls through me and I fall onto my elbows, trying to keep my weight off of her, but hell, it’s hard to not just collapse and be done with it.
She places her hand at the back of my head and pulls my head down onto her chest. I can hear her heart hammering through her skin, the ragged intake of her breath as we both try to calm ourselves and give into the stupor.
We stay like that for a while as every part of me goes soft and tender. Our bodies meld together, our hearts feel like they’re beating in sync.
My god.
What have I done to myself?
“Okay,” Ruby says slowly, drawing out the words. “That was…”
I lift my head, resting my chin on her chest, my eyes trying to focus on her beautiful face.
“Good?”
She lets out a throaty laugh. “Good? My god. Luciano. You fuck like the devil, that’s for sure.”
“And I’m starting to think you’re no angel.”
A sleepy smile curves her lips as we stare at each other for a moment. “Now I need a shower,” she says. “Even though I don’t think I can walk anymore. Three orgasms in a row can be dangerous, you know.”
I grin at her. “The only danger is if you get addicted to my cock.”
She lifts a brow as if to say, well?
Even though I don’t want to move, I push myself off of her and she sidles out from under me. I collapse back on the bed, rolling over to my side and watching her walk naked to the bathroom. Fuck, this is a view.
I should go in the shower and join her too, but I have a feeling I’ll only get in the way. I’m hit with the sad, disappointing truth that she has a flight to catch today.
I wait in bed for a bit, trying not to dwell on it, then get up, slipping on a pair of sweatpants and go into the kitchen to make coffee. It feels good to do this. To get up from the bed we both slept in, to have her scent on me, to hear the shower running with her in it, to make coffee before we start our day together.
The fact that this is over before it begins is choking me, making my throat close up, my lungs close tight like a cage. This isn’t fair.
But this, us, it has never been fair.
When she comes out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, her black wet hair clinging to her porcelain shoulders, that choking feeling returns, making me feel paralyzed.
“God, I need that injected right into my veins,” she says, grabbing the mug I’m
