by Haven Rose
Ryan is following me, calling my name, but I continue, intent on saving that piece of my family, needing to. He stops me right before I walk in and asks what’s wrong. I tell him I have one item in there that may be safe, and I need to know if it is. He says I really can’t go inside because, and he winces as he says this, looking at me apologetically before continuing, it’s a crime scene. Wow, that is such a scary thought, but one I’ll have to deal with later. I tell him what it is and where, and he carefully enters my room, watching his every movement before kneeling by my bed, his back facing me, and lifting a floorboard. He pulls out my trinket box, large enough to carry memories I treasured, but small enough to fit inside the confined space. I softly cry again, this time in relief, knowing it’s safe. With that, all my anxiety and sadness over my clothes and everything else fades. I have what’s most important, and I’m safe, as are my dad and Boots. That’s all I need, well, and Ryan. I have a feeling he’s going to come to mean the world to me, and I can’t wait.
We load up the car, which takes all of five minutes, and, after hugging my dad and promising to talk to him tomorrow, we pull out of the driveway. I’m amazed to see it’s almost midnight. It doesn’t seem possible, but then again, reality hasn’t been much of a presence in my day so far.
Chapter Twelve
Ryan
Midnight…
Ruby is beside me, in my truck, my right hand holding hers, and we’re on the way to my house. I may have suddenly discovered my alphaness once meeting her, but I’m still me, even if my usual reserve has been annihilated by a blue-eyed sprite, and I’m nervous. I want to experience all my firsts with her, and have already begun to do so, starting with that kiss. I get hard all over again just thinking about it.
We pull up to my house, and I’m glad I was able to check on Lucy and Princess shortly before receiving the call about Ruby, so at least I know we won’t be walking into any puddles, literally. I get out of the car, going to her side and opening the door for her, before reaching into the extended cab for Boots’ leash before handing it to Ruby, then grabbing her bags. I shut the door, grab her free hand with mine, and we walk to the door, feeling as if this is a momentous occasion, and it is.
I open the door and Lucy and Princess are sitting there, waiting for me, but when they see Ruby and Boots, they lose all interest in me and I swear I see hearts floating around their heads. My previously devoted furballs have switched allegiances and have now become united with Ruby, and I don’t blame them. I can’t wait to become one with her as well.
I set her bags down, then lock the door behind us, and turn on a light as we walk into the living room. She looks at me before unclipping Boots’ leash and I nod, letting her know it’s okay. Lucy and Boots, with Princess close behind them, take off and start exploring the house.
I head to the kitchen, grabbing her hand again before doing so, and lead the way. I unlock the doggie door, though I usually don’t do so this late at night, but I don’t want to take any chances as the excitement of guests may be too much for them to take.
After asking if she’s thirsty or interested in an omelet, and receiving a yes for both, I fill the kettle and start water for tea, then proceed to get the necessary ingredients for our late-night snack. I quickly get everything prepared and cooking, then turn, surprised to find her behind me, watching my every move. I see the same expression on her face that lead to me kissing her earlier, and I want to do it again.
She tastes just as good this time, maybe even better because she’s now in my house, our house, and I can’t get enough of her. We’re as close as two people can get, aside from being naked and making love, our hands learning one another, squeezing, touching. I easily lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist, perfectly lining my already leaking cock up with its home, the place it was always meant to be.
She starts pressing down, and I hear her moan, knowing even through the seam of her cotton shorts, I’m rubbing directly against her clit. Yes, we’re moving at warp speed and should probably slow down, but damn, it’s hard, and so am I. I want to continue, but only if she does too. I don’t want her to regret giving herself to me, worrying it’s too soon. I soften the kiss before pulling away and laying my forehead on hers.
“Ruby, if we don’t stop now, we’re going to end up in bed, you under me, and I’ll lick you from head to toe, before making you my late-night snack, the omelet be damned, until you come all over my face.
She grows quiet, and I’m worried I scared her. Honestly, I did myself a little. I had no idea I was a dirty talker. But, proving yet again she’s perfect for me, she sassily asks, “Then what?”
“Then what?” I grab her ass and squeeze before continuing, “Then I suck on your nipples, biting each one until they’re wet and hard from my mouth. Next, I’ll take my clothes off, stroking myself once I’m naked, making sure you’re watching my every move, before climbing on top of you, fitting myself between your luscious thighs, and sending my cock where it craves to be, where it belongs, deep inside your body.”
“Ryan?” she hesitantly whispers my name.
“Yes, baby.”
“The omelet be damned.”
That’s it. I turn the water and skillet off before walking out of the kitchen and going upstairs, our bedroom my destination. Once she’s in my bed, once I’m inside her, I hope she knows I won’t ever let her go.
“Ruby, if we do this, and holy fuck, do I want to, I won’t be able to let you go. If that isn’t what you want, tell me now, and we’ll go back into the kitchen, drink our tea and eat our food, then I’ll show you to the guest room. It won’t impact how I feel about you at all, I’ll just move at a slower pace, whichever one makes you happy.”
“Fuck me, Ryan.”
My knees grow weak for a second, but the next second I have her against the wall beside the bedroom door, I take one hand off her ass and pull her shirt over her head. I tell her, while using the wall to help support her weight, to take my shirt off, my voice raspy with need, as I raise one arm, then the other as she follows my command.
Her hands instantly go to my bare chest, running her fingers over the abs I’m suddenly thankful for. I propel her upwards enough to suck a nipple into my mouth through her lacy red bra. If her panties match, I’m not going to make it. I’m already on the verge of coming in my pants just knowing she’s mine, and I’m about to prove it.
I give one rough suck before biting down, giving her the perfect blend of pain and pleasure for her because I feel her body shake, then she lets out the sexiest moan as she comes, and I know I’ll do everything in my power to hear that sound from her lips for the rest of our lives.
Her thighs are still squeezing me in reflex from her orgasm as I move toward the bed, gently laying her down as I follow, reaching behind her as I do to unhook her bra. I have no idea how I was able to do so in my state, not to mention never having done it before, but the sex wizard is apparently smiling down on me, granting me the dexterity to do it.
I grind my hips against hers, reveling in hearing her gasp. I set about keeping all the promises I gave in the kitchen, but first, I need her lips on mine again. I want to show her how much she means to me, letting her know I’d give my last breath before allowing anything to harm her.
She pulls back, both of us requiring oxygen, then looks at me, her blue eyes hazy with lust, then she says, “I believe you mentioned licking being involved…” Then she stops before giggling a little, and I realize she shocked herself.
I adore this woman with everything that I am, but, as I am a man of my word, I lean back, putting my weight on my knees as I unbutton her shorts, watching her the whole time to make sure she’s giving me permission to do it. My fears are completely laid to rest when she raises her hips, allowing me the space to pull her shorts off. My plan was to remove her panties at the same time, but when I saw that yes, they do match her bra, I stopped and stared, unable to believe she is mine, that this was happening.
“Ruby red is now
my favorite color, ever. Tell me, my jewel, are your nipples the same color, your clit? You’re going to be my Ruby delight, aren’t you? I bet, once I get your hard peaks in my mouth, sucking and biting on them which we both know you like, they’re going to be a dark red, and it’ll be because I made them that way.” She moans, letting me know just the thought is turning her on, which is exactly what I need. I don’t want to cause her any pain, and I want to make sure she can easily take me.
I kiss her, softly, just a featherlight touch, then begin working my way down, discovering that yes, her nipples do become ruby red once I’ve loved them, then continue, spending time on her belly, imagining it growing large with my child. I’ve already crossed the dark side, embracing the caveman, the primal alpha, she brings forth in me, and the idea of creating life with her, knowing she took my seed and made that new life with me, causes my heart to give an extra beat. Call it cheesy, call it whatever you want, but I know that extra beat signifies the child we will create. My heart has already made room for her or him.
I feel her finger on my chin as she lifts my gaze to hers, then her thumb wipes a tear from my cheek, and I realize one must’ve fallen onto her stomach. I’m not even embarrassed. I want her to know see, to feel in her heart, how special she is to me. Her whispered, “Ryan,” isn’t a question, but I know she’s asking anyway, wondering why my eyes are leaking.
“I’m visualizing my future with you, the children we’ll make together, and just the idea of it is so beautiful, and I want it so much…” My voice trails off as she pulls me toward her, wrapping her arms around me.
“I want it too, Ryan, and we’ll have it. I know we’ve only just met, but the things I feel for you, it’s like you’ve always been in my heart, and that’s why there was never room for anyone else.”
“What are you saying, Ruby?”
“That it’s always been you, the thought of you, and no other man would ever be able to fill that. It had to be you.”
“I want to be inside you, bare, nothing between us.” I see the question in her eyes, and don’t want her to have even a moment’s doubt as to how special she is to me, so I set her mind, her heart, at ease.
“I’ve never been with a woman before, Ruby. I’ve never even kissed a woman until a few hours ago the first time my lips touched yours.”
I know I’ve shocked her, and that’s evident when she responds with, “You know what you look like, right?” She buries her face against my neck, obviously realizing what she asked, but I know what she means, simply because I have the same question regarding her. She’s gorgeous, and knowing she’s a virgin as well, astounds me, while delighting me at the same time.
I laugh, and say, “Baby, I’ve always wanted what my parents have, and refused to settle for less. Being a virgin, knowing my future wife, that’s you, Ruby, will be my one and only, was more than worth the wait. Now, with that being said, are you protected? I don’t have any condoms, never having the need for one before because I hadn’t met you yet, but I’ll buy some, if you want me to.”
“I’m on the pill, for medical reasons only. I’ve never been with anyone either, wanting to save myself for my husband-to-be, to give that part of myself to him only. “
“You’re untouched? I’ll be the only man to ever have your tight pussy wrapped around me, to know that you taste like the finest spices, to come inside you?” She nods, blushing, then I close my eyes, knowing as I open them that she can see the beast rising inside me. And damn, I swear I just heard her purr in response. I can’t help it, I growl, my control shattered, and proceed to do everything I told her I would.
I start over, slamming my mouth onto hers, the gentleness gone, and though I worry it’s too much, I know she’s right there with me, her own wildness unleashed with my actions. I follow my previous trail, but head straight to the promised land, lightly skimming my tongue over her center before pulling her panties off with my teeth. As I stare at her, and yes, when she’s fully aroused, her clit is the same color as her nipples, her lingerie, and smell the spiciness on her panties, and yeah, I make a mental note to keep them, so I can carry them with me until her scent fades, then I’m going to repeat the process, always ensuring I have a pair with me. Does that make me a pervert? Is it too much? I don’t give a damn, because I need it, knowing it’ll be the only way I get through the day without her.
I lean down, running my tongue from top to bottom, groaning at the taste of her. I continue doing that, stopping at random times to nibble on her, or suck her clit. I quicken my actions as I hear her breathing change, knowing she’s on the verge of coming again, then I feel her climax coat my face, and I know it’s covering my stubble as I haven’t shaved in almost two days. Good, I want her scent there, knowing I caused that reaction, that I made her come all over me.
I lift my head, looking into her eyes, then lick my lips, watching her eyes dilate as she realizes what I’m doing, then I hear it, that moan, that is everything. I know my voice has deepened with my arousal, my need for her, because I can hear it when I say, “Hold yourself open for my, my jewel. I don’t want anything to be in the way as I make you come again. You’re going to mark my face again, I want your scent to seep into my pores, ensuring everyone knows I’m taken.”
Her hands skim over her breasts, fuck is that hot, then work their way down, caressing herself as she moves her fingers, before holding herself open for me, for the feast I’m about to make of her. I don’t stop until she’s given me two more orgasms, then I work my way up, sucking on her nipples, taking turns biting each one until they’re wet from my mouth and her juices, then I kiss her, pre-come leaking out of me when she sucks on my tongue, and I know she’s tasting herself, and likes it.
This woman is going to be the death of me, and then she’ll bring me back to life with just a look.
“Are you ready for this, Ruby?”
“Make me yours, Ryan. I want everyone to know I belong to you.”
I stand, removing my clothes, making sure she’s watching my every move, and she is, licking her lips as I bare my body to her. Then I slowly stroke myself, before climbing on top of her, settling between luscious thighs, ready to send my cock where it craves to be, deep inside the woman who will mean everything to me.
**Ruby**
I know I don’t have personal experience to compare it to, and I’ve always scoffed when reading at how the heroes in the book are always well endowed, but yeah, I’m seeing it. It does happen, at least with Ryan. I know he’ll fit, and he’s made sure I’ll be able to take him, but he is very clearly equally proportioned size wise. I can’t wait to feel him slide into me, making us one. I will no longer be alone, nor will he.
“I need you, Ryan. Make us one, become mine as I will yours.”
He groans, and damn that is sexy as hell, then I see him reach down, wrapping his hand around himself, before rubbing the head of his cock against me as he rests at my entrance, the place no one else has ever touched.
He stops, then looks at me with a hint of fear and regret in his eyes as he says, “I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”
I’ve had health class, and I’m a smart woman, so I know it will hurt regardless, but he’s prepared me for our coming together, and I need to reassure him it’ll be worth it.
“Then come inside me, that’ll make the ache go away. It hurts because you aren’t there, everything else will be minor to that. Trust me, my love.”
And he does, taking my words to heart, as he thrusts into me in one smooth motion, as if we’ve been lovers for years, and my body has long become accustomed to his. My barrier easily gives way, knowing he’s exactly where he needs to be, and we both groan as he goes as deep as he can, his heavy balls resting against my ass. Neither of us move, basking in this experience, in being together, but within moments, our hips start moving, the friction we’re creating singing through our veins, and the heat builds once again, igniting our passion until our bodies are a frenzy of movement, our only goal to fulfill our destiny
, to start our lives together.
He’s pounding into me, my body moving up the bed with every thrust. My seemingly laid-back Ryan is a beast in the bedroom, and I can’t get enough of it. I rake my fingernails down his back, fully aware that I’m marking him, and he groans, obviously loving it. I squeeze my thighs around his waist, my heels digging into his ass, which only seems to spur him on even more.
I grunt as he pulls out, then slams into me, his cock bottoming out as it hits my cervix, my eyes rolling back as I come. He shouts my name, letting me know he’s coming with me, and the clenching of my internal muscles all it takes to bring him to completion.
He collapses on top of me, and instead of feeling suffocated by his weight, I feel loved, protected, knowing he stands between me and everything else.
When he rolls over, now lying beside me, we groan at the loss of our connection, but then he wraps his arms around me and moves me so my head is resting on his heart, and as I hear the rapid beats, I know they’re now doing so for me. His heart is mine, as mine is his.
We both drift to sleep, enjoying the aftermath of this life changing experience. My last thought before succumbing to the exhaustion I suddenly feel is that I need to tell him about my mom, and that I believe my situation is connected to hers.
I wake, feeling as if I’m in an inferno, when I hear a text alert coming from my shorts, and know by the ringtone it’s Bobby. If I had been thinking straight last night, I would’ve called him earlier, knowing his dad would’ve let him know what happened.
I go to move, needing to use the bathroom, and feel the ache throughout my body, a testament to what we did together. We took turns waking each other throughout the night to make love again, though the last one was fucking. It was dirty, hot, and earth shattering. I screamed myself hoarse by the time he let me up for air. Handcuffs were involved. For two now former virgins, we’ve got kinky sides.
