It wouldn’t have been the first time the old coot had caught him balls deep, with her back pressed hard against a wall or bent over the counter. Ruth watched her strip, smirking as the distance between them shrinked, his eyes travelling over her as she scooted up onto the counter. They’d take things upstairs eventually, he’d declared an intention when they had been so rudely interrupted before.
He’d roll his eyes at her hiding them away, doubting the drunks had enough sense to notice what was even happening, though not paying it much mind. Starved, his hands found her soft thighs, trailing his fingertips along towards her waist. Her own hands were attempting to guide him, forcing him into sating her desires heightened by the growing anticipation dragged out over the course of the evening.
Grappling with her on the counter, Ruth’s lips found hers, teeth capturing her lower lip as she pulled away. She wasn’t in command here. Opening up for him in ways she didn’t with others, knowing he’d bring her up and over that edge every time until they both lay panting, sweating, void of anything but the hum of their nerves on fire and the lull of a deep dreamless sleep.
His hands roamed upwards, hands palming, fingertips rolling as she leaned backwards. One he took into his mouth, the sharp witty tongue working and flickering across a nipple while he pinched the other. Hips pressed, then ground against the slickness between her thighs, one eye eventually peeking open to watch her. A groan came from deep within his chest as she scooted forwards, his lips unlatching with a clear pop to smirk devilishly. “Oh I’mma make you see stars Willie,” eyeing her and taking the bottle, “I need a drink with my dinner.”
The tip of the bottle was deliberately slow, his thumb clenched over the mouth just so, he sprayed a few measures over her. Chest, torso, pelvis. With a grin like the devils, Ruth gently leaned over her, setting the bottle down with a deliberate finality. He’d follow it up with a sigh, hips returning the motion against her, coaxing a hand to push her down his body falling onto hers as his mouth sought the splashed whisky.
As his tongue swept across damp skin, Ruth’s hand made a pass between her legs, sliding along her thigh and coating his fingers in her arousal. When he licked around the hardening bud of her nipple the healer would rise a little after a final taunting nip, simultaneously sliding a finger into her. Just long enough to be suitably coated before he withdrew entirely, lifting off her enough to use the tongue carefully undoing her to taste.
“Trust my appetite Willie,” body lowering as hands began a mixture of palming and massaging the muscles of her thighs, “We’ll both have our fill. In good time.”
He’d roll his eyes at her hiding them away, doubting the drunks had enough sense to notice what was even happening, though not paying it much mind. Starved, his hands found her soft thighs, trailing his fingertips along towards her waist. Her own hands were attempting to guide him, forcing him into sating her desires heightened by the growing anticipation dragged out over the course of the evening.
Grappling with her on the counter, Ruth’s lips found hers, teeth capturing her lower lip as she pulled away. She wasn’t in command here. Opening up for him in ways she didn’t with others, knowing he’d bring her up and over that edge every time until they both lay panting, sweating, void of anything but the hum of their nerves on fire and the lull of a deep dreamless sleep.
His hands roamed upwards, hands palming, fingertips rolling as she leaned backwards. One he took into his mouth, the sharp witty tongue working and flickering across a nipple while he pinched the other. Hips pressed, then ground against the slickness between her thighs, one eye eventually peeking open to watch her. A groan came from deep within his chest as she scooted forwards, his lips unlatching with a clear pop to smirk devilishly. “Oh I’mma make you see stars Willie,” eyeing her and taking the bottle, “I need a drink with my dinner.”
The tip of the bottle was deliberately slow, his thumb clenched over the mouth just so, he sprayed a few measures over her. Chest, torso, pelvis. With a grin like the devils, Ruth gently leaned over her, setting the bottle down with a deliberate finality. He’d follow it up with a sigh, hips returning the motion against her, coaxing a hand to push her down his body falling onto hers as his mouth sought the splashed whisky.
As his tongue swept across damp skin, Ruth’s hand made a pass between her legs, sliding along her thigh and coating his fingers in her arousal. When he licked around the hardening bud of her nipple the healer would rise a little after a final taunting nip, simultaneously sliding a finger into her. Just long enough to be suitably coated before he withdrew entirely, lifting off her enough to use the tongue carefully undoing her to taste.
“Trust my appetite Willie,” body lowering as hands began a mixture of palming and massaging the muscles of her thighs, “We’ll both have our fill. In good time.”
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