Remaining where he was, azure eyes stalked her every step, following the shape of her curves as they shifted in the motion. The smirk across his face broadened, eyes brimming with amusement as she asked the very question he had an abundance of answers for. “Exactly that. Both. And I remember you screaming my name every time, I think it was you who caved first.” Yes and no, they matched to some degree, but his livelihood didn’t depend on it.
She’d circle him and he’d chuckle, eyeing the trailing excess fabric and knowing he’d make use of it later. His head only turned a fraction, hearing the lower door latch before she was talking again. Others. Boys that she’d had earlier and still left unsatisfied? A Travesty. Ruth rolled his eyes, people didn’t pay enough attention, but then most didn’t have his physician touch either. “I know. It must have been miserable these weeks without me fully seated or that witty mouth drooling over me,” anyone else and he’d have gotten a slap, but this was Wille. She ate, breathed and shagged this talk, and Ruth was too impulsive to not egg it on.
Still. He did things in his own time and he wouldn’t be rushed, even as she bared her arse for him and bent over, wiggling at him for good measure. Blue hues narrowed, though his smirk remained playful, “Now you’re just fibbin’. You know I’d be coming through here soon enough.”
It didn’t matter if she hadn’t closed the top door, Ruth wasn’t shy about making a scene or putting on a show. Both Nairn and Meg had caught him more than once, ramming some dame in a doorway, or getting his dicked sucked by some pretty talking beau under the table. But then none of them were as bold as she, fingers slick with her arousal. “Now now,” he’d chuckle, quickly finding his way behind her, just shy of touching. He’d let his lips draw against her ear. “We both know that’s complete shit. I’m here, in your place, weary and stinkin’ of horse. How bout I make sure we’re both clean as snow before I take my meal, eh?”
Hands drew around her wrists, purposely drawing them away to rest along the doors edge. His hips pressed into her from behind, squeezing and trapping her in the doorway. What she got was the obvious firmness rolled against her, sternly kept from her for the moment. “Don’t worry Willie, you can sit all pretty in my lap. I plan on having my fill and more, while they get the main room ready? Gonna need the room.”
She’d circle him and he’d chuckle, eyeing the trailing excess fabric and knowing he’d make use of it later. His head only turned a fraction, hearing the lower door latch before she was talking again. Others. Boys that she’d had earlier and still left unsatisfied? A Travesty. Ruth rolled his eyes, people didn’t pay enough attention, but then most didn’t have his physician touch either. “I know. It must have been miserable these weeks without me fully seated or that witty mouth drooling over me,” anyone else and he’d have gotten a slap, but this was Wille. She ate, breathed and shagged this talk, and Ruth was too impulsive to not egg it on.
Still. He did things in his own time and he wouldn’t be rushed, even as she bared her arse for him and bent over, wiggling at him for good measure. Blue hues narrowed, though his smirk remained playful, “Now you’re just fibbin’. You know I’d be coming through here soon enough.”
It didn’t matter if she hadn’t closed the top door, Ruth wasn’t shy about making a scene or putting on a show. Both Nairn and Meg had caught him more than once, ramming some dame in a doorway, or getting his dicked sucked by some pretty talking beau under the table. But then none of them were as bold as she, fingers slick with her arousal. “Now now,” he’d chuckle, quickly finding his way behind her, just shy of touching. He’d let his lips draw against her ear. “We both know that’s complete shit. I’m here, in your place, weary and stinkin’ of horse. How bout I make sure we’re both clean as snow before I take my meal, eh?”
Hands drew around her wrists, purposely drawing them away to rest along the doors edge. His hips pressed into her from behind, squeezing and trapping her in the doorway. What she got was the obvious firmness rolled against her, sternly kept from her for the moment. “Don’t worry Willie, you can sit all pretty in my lap. I plan on having my fill and more, while they get the main room ready? Gonna need the room.”
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