He enjoyed watching her fall apart, the first of many, even if she’d taken it for herself. No matter. Ruth had plenty of time to indulge every way they wished over the two days he’d be around. He admired the mark, grin wide and filthy before he ran his tongue over the spot, up her neck to pinch her ear between his teeth. His arm around her waist tightened, hips rolling against her as fingers continued to tease, strokes light to begin with, but intent on stirring, building her into another frenzy soon enough.
The refreshed mark was a clear signal, and she’d wear it proudly especially with her following confession. His cock throbbed, teeth released her lobe as his throat rumbled a hum fraying at its edges as she cupped him, a familiar ache stirred. “So every way then. Great minds think alike. I’m definitely going to eat you out on the counter. Get you seeing stars before I bend you over it.”
“What are you supposed to be, a snapping turtle?” he’d tease, leaning in to nip and tug at her lower lip. “They’ll hear all about my good treatment, you’ll be screaming my name, remember? Besides, renewed your badge of honour, didn’t I?” Hips ground upwards, into her strokes, the switch in constriction causing him to let out a hissed, “fuck,” and as she pressed him against that back end he leant a guiding hand fall against her hip.
He was about to offer her an equally jealous claim as she seated, when the Old Man’s voice rang out. Of. Fucking. Course. He blinked, fingers still continuing to tease her regardless, but his mood shifted entirely by the mere look in his eyes. Everything carefully withdrew. Fingers, his arm slackening, now only resting over her hip bone rather than pulling her close. Ruth leaned his head and arms back over the tub's edge with a frustrated groan, then glared across towards the door.
Azure eyes soon found hers again, annoyed, but fine with it. She worked for the man, she couldn’t slack off completely. “Cock blocking fucks,” he’d snark, reaching to tug a lock of silver, “Suppose you’re just gonna have to wait for it some more Willie. Chop, chop. Sooner you get at it, we can get at it and I’ll give you a good night's sleep.”
The refreshed mark was a clear signal, and she’d wear it proudly especially with her following confession. His cock throbbed, teeth released her lobe as his throat rumbled a hum fraying at its edges as she cupped him, a familiar ache stirred. “So every way then. Great minds think alike. I’m definitely going to eat you out on the counter. Get you seeing stars before I bend you over it.”
“What are you supposed to be, a snapping turtle?” he’d tease, leaning in to nip and tug at her lower lip. “They’ll hear all about my good treatment, you’ll be screaming my name, remember? Besides, renewed your badge of honour, didn’t I?” Hips ground upwards, into her strokes, the switch in constriction causing him to let out a hissed, “fuck,” and as she pressed him against that back end he leant a guiding hand fall against her hip.
He was about to offer her an equally jealous claim as she seated, when the Old Man’s voice rang out. Of. Fucking. Course. He blinked, fingers still continuing to tease her regardless, but his mood shifted entirely by the mere look in his eyes. Everything carefully withdrew. Fingers, his arm slackening, now only resting over her hip bone rather than pulling her close. Ruth leaned his head and arms back over the tub's edge with a frustrated groan, then glared across towards the door.
Azure eyes soon found hers again, annoyed, but fine with it. She worked for the man, she couldn’t slack off completely. “Cock blocking fucks,” he’d snark, reaching to tug a lock of silver, “Suppose you’re just gonna have to wait for it some more Willie. Chop, chop. Sooner you get at it, we can get at it and I’ll give you a good night's sleep.”
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