[PAST] It's a Whore's World

With more than a decade in age, Ruth had a head start when it came to the sins of the flesh. Men, woman, he wasn’t picky when it came to the sex of his partner, only that it was singular in nature and there were no strings attached to him, no further expectation placed on him than what he was willing to give. He allowed some leeway when it came to those few in his close circle, but even then there were limits. “Flattery like that will get you far, Willie. I know I’m good, talking shit is not the limits of what my witty tongue can perform.”

He could feel his pulse throbbing in his cock, what he was used to, the want to fuck. Breath danced along her damp skin, a soft moan groaning out from his throat as he lapped up the whisky trailing across it. Every movement and sound emerged from her only stirring him onward. He needed more. Craved it. Teeth would nip her skin as he pulled away, fingers travelling to delve into her delicate core and sneak a taste. A glint in his eye combined with that subtle smirk of his left one thing clear as hands snaking under her legs until the underside of her thighs rested against his shoulders. He would abandon teasing her, this time. “Nope. I’m the one who got left to starve. You can swallow me down later, I want to see those eyes staring up at me later when I unload down that pretty throat.”

Gentle love bites worked their way up her thighs, hands continuing the pattern of kneading and caressing her muscles before Ruth wasted no more time in getting to his promise. Exposed to the mercy of his tongue and mouth, a focused variety of licking and sucking began, starved and hungry Ruth ate with abandon. An arm moved across her hips, his free hand reaching to pin one of her hands down, the smirk across his lips evident as she made a grab for his hair. It only earned in firming his grip, locking him into the position of enjoying his first of many courses.