Ruby's lips spread lush as she slammed her apartment door behind us. Mutual consent generated sensual heat. Our combined lip juices met. The pash of mouths erupted sensational, and her darting tongue exploring my mouth relayed the most exquisite of surprises.
The pixie shucked our clothes like stripping corn cobs, scattering items across the floor. This girl loved to fling and toss her underwear. A lob hooked her scarlet brassiere on the door handle. Carefree, she shed my boxers and ditched them on the sofa. Her scarlet knickers hustled and kicked, discarded underfoot.
Taking my hand, we entered her bedroom naked. I forgot to look during my first time in her private space. Everything about her body I soaked into my heart. I stroked her arms and legs. My fingers lingered as I traced her tattoo; it swept low and in from her right hip bone. A blue-inked blown dandelion and the pappus scattered south!
Before Ruby changed the pace of the encounter and repositioned my face, I caressed her shapely breasts. Then, the pixie's agenda outpaced mine. She guided my head downwards.
I thought, angle your mouth to her breasts.
In sweet anticipation, I parted my lips to greet her succulent tips. Ready for a nibble, my tongue grazed her left teat. Ruby manipulated my head downward, accelerating her pace.
At her navel slit, I nested. I desired her soft indentation. My tongue halted, seeking a sweet prod.
However, Ruby braced my head and guided me to the enclave between her thighs. She remained standing, legs apart. The lustful brunette relaxed her downward pressure on my scalp as she cradled my cheeks from my chin, framing my focus.
Boy, oh boy! Ruby's private, girly insignia emerged as a revelation.
Her clit popped from its hood, a genuine pearl, the cowl unable to restrain it.
The pixie set my head at the perfect angle for privileged sightseeing. The peep show ended as Ruby steered my face straight into her intimate zone. She arched her shaved mound towards me, and my tongue met her flesh—an indulgence like licking a sugared almond, sticky and sweet. Ruby's hip gyration and thigh squeezing heightened her stimulation. I shared in her rising bliss as she smooched her crotch into the mush of my mouth.
We sustained an unyielding togetherness till her bead contracted against the tip of my tongue. Her body delivered her ecstasy as nature intended. Gifted through my tongue, spiky pulsating waves of shuddering delight.
Ruby was all woman.
Next came the deeper ponder: what sort of woman?
Femme fatale!
I switched off going there.
Then we sped to the bed. Ruby hovered and pushed me onto my back. The brunette raised one leg as the other angled off. In an abrupt motion, she scissored her body above mine, enveloping my member. She controlled the friction, pace, depth, and intensity. Ruby enjoyed my thrilled surprise, my unfamiliar territory. On a sexual frontier, I glanced as her right hand burrowed between her legs. Ruby self-pleasured, even as I pounded deep—a frenzy of friction as she climaxed a second time.
Ooh, my eyes popped as elegant fingers rimmed herself. I evaded, discovering whether this formed Ruby's pleasure or prepping for me. I tensed inside her and released.
She issued an easy-going smile in her dismount.
A sated desirousness to relax flooded me—the desire for downtime. And Ruby nestled beside me.
Instead, she bounced off the bed and took her petite, peach-shaped butt out of the bedroom. Briefly, I felt impotent in not initiating positions. Yet, I wasn't tense in my happiness as I savoured; Ruby provided a sex education feast.
The jammed bathroom tap clunked as the sound of water sploshed. I listened to Ruby shower. Then, relaxed, I laid back on the bed. I caught my breath and composed disordered thoughts.
In high spirits, I locked my hands behind my head, ignoring the evidence of Ruby's necessity to engage in instantaneous rebound sex.
Had I fed her ego? Yet, I let her feed mine.
Silent on her bed, my fingers clasped my knees.
My 'Salome' and her tattoo waltzed into the bedroom — bathroom refreshed. The brunette darted a busy, full-frontal nude, reserve absent, and no glance at me. Instead, picking clothes from the wardrobe as if I wasn't there.
Then Ruby staged a performance, stripping reversed. The art of dressing paraded as a turn-on for her pleasure and mine. The brunette raised black lace underwear inch by inch — crotch-defining and see-through. Sheer fabric snuggled to her skin below the hips.
Modest, no. An invitation, yes.
Faded hip-hugging jeans slid, covering her thighs. Followed by a black lace bra clipped and a high-neck navy sweater stretched to accentuate her petite form. Then, adding the special, she raised her feet and laced leather boots.
Ruby and black, a top combination.
Even as she finished, I stuck to the bed.
"Work, you know!"
So blasé, followed by her signature, "Catch you later."
"What time do you finish?"
A tone I tried to copy, her casualness. Yet, my eyes, I knew, betrayed desire.
"Two o'clock. I needed to stay occupied after…."
She ceased—no emotional continuation.
"Okay, I'll wait."
"No."
Blunt, before Ruby softened.
"Keep your undies on, stud. Well, put some on!"
Naked, I flopped on the bed.
A sudden lash flutter.
"I need some sleep now and then."
Ruby left the bedroom. I enjoyed her tush, though I craved a departing glance.
My ears heeded quick steps across the lounge of the apartment. A creak as the door unlocked. A sharper jolt followed as the lock snapped shut.
These apartment walls were thin.
Next, her footfall carried outside to inside—the pixie's boots. I caught the distinct taps and clicks on the landing tiles as she bounded off to work.