I was in his arms when I regained consciousness, the fever was gone but the feeling of being feverous wasn't, and I felt my mind hazy, like in a dream. A warm dream if the way my cunt was fuming was any indication.
"Ruby?" He whispered, his voice deeper, igniting something in me again.
When I looked up to him, I felt my pupils widening, my heart raced as desire pumped my veins, taking over my rational side, "Rhys," I whispered his name.
His green eyes went black as his breathing shifted, "Do you want talk now?"
"Talk?" I chuckled, feeling strong again, pushing my body up and boldly passing my leg over his torso, straddling him, "No, I don't want to talk," raising my arms, he understood exactly what I meant and took my pajama shirt off, throwing it aside, then I hushed to take his off and he helped me. When he seemed close to saying something, I held his face with both hands, and before I could regret my actions, I slammed my lips on his, desperate for a taste I never forgot, for a taste I've longest for since I left the US, 11 years ago.
Rhys kissed me back, yearning feverously as much as I am, crashing against me hard. Pinning me down on the bed, he grabbed onto my shorts and panty and yanked them off my hips, and I finished kicking them off my legs, breathing heavily, needy of him. With him caging me, my hands went to his pants and I quickly undid the button and the zipper as I kissed him, struggling to push both his pants and his underwear off, only to realize he had no underwear on, just his pants, which got me switching us up and pinning him down.
"Take them off," I growled against his lips, huffing.
He did what I told him, quicky getting rid of them, kicking them off the bed together with the blanket. Descending my kisses to his jaw and neck, I lifted my hips for him, knowing what to do, he grabbed his hard cock and brought it to my entry, sending shivers down my spine the second the fat head touched my dripping folds, getting a moan out of me that only seemed to make him harder.
"Fuck," he cursed in my ears as he pressed himself into me, but it didn't go in, being too big, "fucking hell, Ruby, when... when was the... last time you had sex?"
"You," I huffed, struggling to breath, "with you."
Rhys pinned me down, grabbing my thighs and making me lace my legs around him, pressing his shaft against my pussy lips, causing a friction that got me weak, "You... you only had me? You whole life? Only me?"
"Rhys," I cried.
"Only... me?" He growled, needing the answer.
"Yes, only you," I huffed, "please, Rhys."
"Fuck," he grabbed me by my chin and slammed his lips against mine in an even more feverous kiss that he descended to my jaw, then my neck, going down my breasts, teasing my hard nipples.
"Rhys... please... I need you in me," I cried.
"You're too tight, Ruby, it won't fit if you're not prepared," he took my nipples between his teeth, making me cry out, eyes rolling back with the drugging desire his touch overloaded my body with. "If I force it in, it'll hurt you, and you're not 100% yet, I can't risk it, as much as I want to," he began to bring his lips down my flat belly and anticipation got me curling my toes. "Just like I did when I took your virginity, my cock is not a joke, Ruby, let's not be reckless."
Oh, I remember. I still dream about it to this day. He was... insanely big in all means of the words, and the first moment hurt like hell, until I began to crave for that pain, and it turned into desire, into lust.
My hands went to his hair as he breathed over my cunt, widening my legs, and as my eyes met his, he didn't look down, he kept them on me. When he licked his lips, I dripped with desire for him, and when he inhaled my scent, I couldn't help the urge to feel him, I lifted my hips and slammed my cunt on his mouth, and he grinned against my skin, taking a mouthful of my juices, his long tongue skitting up my clit and down my slit. Then he did something new, he focused his tongue on torturing my clit and thrusted two fingers into me, but not just thrusted them as he did it in circling movements, his fingers slander enough to press right on my most sensitive spot.
"Bloody fuck," I cried, head falling back, eyes rolling, unable to keep my hips still. "Rhyot," I called his name, "motherfucking hell."
When I thought he couldn't get better, he brought his tongue to my entry, snaking it inside my entry entirely, keeping the two fingers in and adding a third one, bringing his nose to my clit, ravaging me like a starving primal beast, using his thumb to tease my butthole and his free hands to grab my breasts, his hand so big it made my tits look hand-sized. He left me incoherent, unable to utter an understandable word, only moans and primal sounds that he forced out of me with his tongue and twirling fingers. Then he got what he wanted.
My orgasm was aggressive, in long waves, wracking me, making me shiver and lose control of my mind, my eyes blackened and all I could see were light dots, my ears went deaf, my mouth dried as I stook my tongue out, my sense of touch went numb everywhere but in the middle of my legs, where Rhys drank from my cup, not letting a drop of it go to waste. I hadn't orgasmed in centuries, it was bottled up and its explosion left me shaking like a lamb after a storm, and had he not made me orgasm back then, I would have thought that I peed. Even when he towered over me, I couldn't make up anything thing in front of my eyes, even less any sound but my racing heart and my struggle to breath.
Caging me, he seemed to be saying something, but I couldn't make up any of it, and when he realized that, he grinned proudly, cupped my cheeks and pressed his lips on mine. I struggled to kiss him back, but the second I grabbed the control of my body again, I slammed mine back on his, tasting me from his lips, in a kiss so erotic it got me dripping and ready for him again. Deepening the kiss with my tongue, I raised my left leg, hugging his torso with it, "Rhyot," I cried his name, begging him with my eyes, crunching my eyebrows softly, needy.
"Fuck," he groaned, "it'll hurt, Ruby."
"I want it all," I nuzzled my nose on his, "give me everything you have, Rhyot."
"Those words are so dangerous when you say them, my Ruby," he bite where my neck meets my collarbone, like an animal, and for some reason, I loved it. "Are you sure, you want everything?" He whispered, holding his cock.
Shivers ran down my spine, "Y...yes..., everything, please, Rhyot," I begged.
"Fuck, I can't control myself with you," slamming his lips on mine again, when he pressed the overwhelmingly thick head of his cock in my entry this time, he didn't stop, even when I yelped and he cursed with how tight I felt, he forced it in, growling like a beast in heat, and I desperately brought my shaky fingers to my burning cunt, opening the lips better for him, shivering when I touched his cock, hard and pulsing like its alive.
A scream left my throat when he finally got the head in and I arched my back, tears rolling down the sides of my eyes, "Everything, Rhyot," I cried.
With both my legs around him, he grabbed my chin with his right hand, making me suck my juices that were in his fingers and when I did, he buried himself inside of me in one merciless deep thrust that got me screaming his name, and my eyes nearly popped out of my face when I felt a bud piercing in the tip of his cock, spanking the deepest part of me. So deep that I felt breathless, as if he was on my throat from the inside, because that's how it felt. My hands grabbed onto his back for dear life, my nails digging onto his skin, marking him.