Mina let herself be pulled into his embrace, making sure to keep her hands floating on top of the water -- after all he had said to keep her hands where he could see them, and she intended on listening, like a good girl. Today was not a day to have him stalk off and leave her unfulfilled if his mercurial mood may take him. So she closed her eyes and let herself relax into the feel of his hands on her skin, fingers twitching on the surface of the water when a nerve fired raw, overstimulated under his careful touch. "[color=#2ecc40]I don't think I'd get sick of you ever, Ruth. Just the way it is, mm? You ride out all the time, it wouldn't be much different than it is now.[/color]"
Was she trying to give him reasons as to a maybe? Maybe she did want him around more, it wouldn't be bad, after all. She enjoyed him, he enjoyed her, could it be a maybe? Or was it because they were still a maybe that it worked so well? She rolled her hips, a few times, her cheeks clenching him tightly as she did, one arm going to hook back around his neck. He had asked her if she'd recommend the woman she had recently, and the question sent a spark of jealousy through her that she hadn't been aware. So she pointedly ignored it as she turned her face back to his, searching for his lips. "[color=#2ecc40]Yours, mine, just touch me Ruth.[/color]"
She'd examine that sting later -- when she wasn't undulating on his lap, eyes closed, lips finally finding his in need. Kisses, she realized, were something she didn't let just anyone have, and it had been Ruth that made her realize she didn't want to give kisses to just anyone. Her lips parted, tongue sweeping over his lower lip, across the seam of his lips, looking for entry to his mouth, to fight his tongue. A chase from his mouth, back to hers, and back again, one that would leave her gasping for air by the end, unable to remember that she could breathe through her nose. No, she couldn't get air down fast enough through her nose when she kissed him like that, legs parting wide as his hand smoothed down over her abdomen.
Fingers twisted in his curls as she gently tugged his head down to hers, a more comfortable angle for her to continue that kiss, as her other hand covered the one palming her breast. She knew better than to try and drive his other hand, knew -- as she rolled her hips backwards again, making sure to give as much friction as she could in slick waters -- that the moment she broke the kiss to gulp down air, she would whimper. A keening cry, feral, needy. His hands were on her body, and it was finally enough to turn her mind off, the earlier anticipatory tremble back, shaking her gently on his lap there as her lips left his in a wet pop. Her chest heaved as she downed her first breath, her hand covering his going to help him squeeze the tiny handful that was her breast, nipple caught between fingers, and a little squeak rising from her with her exhale. Gods, they did fuck like champions, as silly as it felt to admit it in her brain, but they did.[color=#2ecc40] "One day, you realize that I may not let you leave right? You're the only one who's ever matched me fuck for fuck.[/color]"
Was she trying to give him reasons as to a maybe? Maybe she did want him around more, it wouldn't be bad, after all. She enjoyed him, he enjoyed her, could it be a maybe? Or was it because they were still a maybe that it worked so well? She rolled her hips, a few times, her cheeks clenching him tightly as she did, one arm going to hook back around his neck. He had asked her if she'd recommend the woman she had recently, and the question sent a spark of jealousy through her that she hadn't been aware. So she pointedly ignored it as she turned her face back to his, searching for his lips. "[color=#2ecc40]Yours, mine, just touch me Ruth.[/color]"
She'd examine that sting later -- when she wasn't undulating on his lap, eyes closed, lips finally finding his in need. Kisses, she realized, were something she didn't let just anyone have, and it had been Ruth that made her realize she didn't want to give kisses to just anyone. Her lips parted, tongue sweeping over his lower lip, across the seam of his lips, looking for entry to his mouth, to fight his tongue. A chase from his mouth, back to hers, and back again, one that would leave her gasping for air by the end, unable to remember that she could breathe through her nose. No, she couldn't get air down fast enough through her nose when she kissed him like that, legs parting wide as his hand smoothed down over her abdomen.
Fingers twisted in his curls as she gently tugged his head down to hers, a more comfortable angle for her to continue that kiss, as her other hand covered the one palming her breast. She knew better than to try and drive his other hand, knew -- as she rolled her hips backwards again, making sure to give as much friction as she could in slick waters -- that the moment she broke the kiss to gulp down air, she would whimper. A keening cry, feral, needy. His hands were on her body, and it was finally enough to turn her mind off, the earlier anticipatory tremble back, shaking her gently on his lap there as her lips left his in a wet pop. Her chest heaved as she downed her first breath, her hand covering his going to help him squeeze the tiny handful that was her breast, nipple caught between fingers, and a little squeak rising from her with her exhale. Gods, they did fuck like champions, as silly as it felt to admit it in her brain, but they did.[color=#2ecc40] "One day, you realize that I may not let you leave right? You're the only one who's ever matched me fuck for fuck.[/color]"
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