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"Hands and knees. I love the sight of you like that."
Her cheeks color but she nods, and then stands. She kisses me one more time—as if reluctant to be parted with me for even a moment—and then gets in place on the mattress, her bottom in the air.
The sight is breathtaking. Her skin is flushed with color, her cunt a darker, duskier shade than the rest of her. She's slick with arousal, her skin gleaming, and it makes my mouth water. I waste no time, climbing onto the bed behind her and then palming her buttocks and pulling them apart so I can get better access to everything.
I sink my tongue into her cunt, even as my nose presses against the pucker of her bottom.
Ruthie whimpers, her hands clawing at the mattress as she rocks against me. She tastes so good, salty and musky and perfect, and I make sure that my nose rubs against her in that perfect spot even as I tongue her cunt. When she's moaning and rocking against me, I lift my head?—
—and she immediately makes a sound of protest.
"You want more?" I ask, easing two fingers into her and watching with delight as her body swallows them, making a wet sound.
Ruthie rocks against my fingers, panting. "Please. Please, please, Kaz. I want you inside me. I ache."
Kef, I do too. I want to shout with just how much I ache for her, but I have to make sure she's ready for me. I continue to finger her cunt slowly, adding a third finger while she writhes on the mattress, her bottom quivering with every stroke of my hand.
"Tell me you want my cock," I demand.
She whimpers. "I do."
"Tell me that you're mine. That no matter what happens, we're together."
"Always. I missed you so much this week. So very much. Bed wasn't the same without you." She gives a wild little laugh. "Breathing isn't the same without you to share the air. Does that sound corny?"
"Does ‘corny’ mean amazing?" I run my palm over her flank, slipping my fingers out of her body.
"‘Corny’ means...you know what? Sure, it means amazing. Incredible."
"You are corny, my love."
"Thanks, I think." She giggles and gives her bottom a little shake. "Are we doing this? Because now you've got me all worked up."
"Have I?" I love hearing that. "You want my cock to make you feel corny, Ruthie?"
She snort-giggles, and while it's adorable, it's not exactly the response I was looking for. Something tells me that “corny” isn't as positive as she made it sound. I need to get her attention again. I give her cunt a light tap with the flat of my hand, and she sucks in a breath.
There we go. "Can I touch you, Ruthie?"
"You know you can." She lowers her head to the mattress, her bottom in the air.
"I'm going to ask, because this is new for both of us," I tell her, even as I get on my knees and move behind her, setting my hips against hers. "If you need me to stop, or if you need something else, do you remember the word?"
"Corny?" she jokes.
I smack her bottom again, just another light tap.
She moans, her eyes fluttering closed. "It's noodle. Noodle."
"Do you want to use that word right now?" I caress her backside, fascinated by the roundness of it, the plump jiggle of each cheek when she moves.
"No. Want you inside me." Ruthie's breathless with need. "Please, Kaz."
Hearing my name on her lips does something to me. I grip her flank and with my hand, guide my cock forward. I don't know if Ruthie's a virgin—don't care, either—but I still want to be cautious. I don't want to hurt her, and she's such a small, delicate thing, even for a human. I'm so focused on the sounds she's making and feeding my cock carefully into her that it takes a moment for the sensations to hit me.
When they do, I groan aloud. Ruthie's cunt grips me in tight, wet heat, and I can feel every twitch in her body. It's the most incredible sensation, and I draw in deep, ragged breaths, as I can feel my sac tightening, readying my body to climax. I focus on Ruthie again, on the sounds she's making. "Good?"
She whimpers, her eyes tightly shut. "So good. You feel perfect."
I remain where I am, hesitant to push forward more. She's tight, and I don't want to shove deeper in a way that will cause her pain. But I've barely gotten the tip inside her. "Should I move? Or should I stop?"
Her breath hisses between her teeth and she shifts her weight, pushing her thighs further apart. "Keep going."
Gritting my teeth with concentration, I push deeper into her, using the smallest movements possible. I'm attuned to every gasp, every draw of breath, every quiver. Ruthie's a little tense, but her body continues to give as I nudge my way deeper. The sensations build and I instinctively rock my hips, driving deeper and then pulling back, and Ruthie makes a pleased sound. I pump into her again with more confidence, moving deeper with every thrust until I'm fully inside her, bottoming out. It feels so keffing good.
