Denying, but inviting Distraction

Ruth scoffed as she teased him because she was right. It had been a short while since he had the opportunity for a good fuck. The flutter of fabric gathering on the ground caused his grin to widen though while his arms remained loosely hanging even as hers slid around his middle to gently lean into his back. It was reassuring to know someone understood where to leave well alone when it came to touching, the lines marring his back were not stories he spoke on during flings of fancy. Willie understood that.

Oh it’s just as you say. In need of a good fucking. He’d sigh, lying effortlessly. She could wonder about the finer details all she liked but Ruth was in no mood to delve into a session, talking about the little feeling he allowed to surface. Maybe after she cleared his head a little he’d perhaps own up to needing something, but the stubborn independent streak in him walled up most times.

The filth that dripped out her mouth caused him to laugh, head tilting back to let it ring out in the stables. It broke some of the tension in his shoulders, the gremlin in him taking over. Taking one arm, Ruth spun her around to face him, edging her up against the stables frame using his few inches to tower over her. I think here, and like this, is a good place to start.

A hand found her hip, sliding down over the softness of her skin to hook around the underside of Mina’s thigh and with little effort hoisted her upwards. Using the frame as leverage, Ruth pushed himself into her, grinding his pelvis against the slick warmth of her centre. The hand at her elbow made a slow journey down her side, he could trust her to hook her ankles around him while his digits scouted, gripped and teased her bare chest, guiding a nipple into his mouth to tease, mumbling, I better not hear a word of complaint, either. I can smell how wet you are for me, Willie-minx.

@Wilhelmina