I pull his head toward me, but before our lips meet, I catch his smirk then his mouth is on mine—our teeth clash—our tongues tangle.
I’ll never get enough of Ruben. He makes my head spin and sets my body on fire. His arms wrap around me, pulling me tight against him. My arms wrap around his neck as we continue to kiss—deeply.
“Let me love you, Rosie.” He kisses down my neck to my collarbone as I throw my head back, moaning. My whole body feels like jelly, and I have tingles running through my blood stream straight to my *, which throbs with an ache only Ruben can ease. I want this man so much that I don’t have the strength to refuse him. He asked me to let him love me even though I asked first. He didn’t say anything vulgar or sugary to get into my panties, but he said ‘let me love you.’
My leg wraps around his hip bringing me up close and personal to the rock hard bulge in his jeans. He rears back and hisses as I rub against him. “Don’t stop, Ruben. Please don’t stop. I want you inside me,” I tell him wondering where the hell those words came from. Me being forward and asking for what I want doesn’t normally happen where sex is concerned.
“I’ll love you, babe. But the first time I take you it’s not going to be a quick fuck in my office.” He breathes heavily into my neck. “My apartment—now.”
Without question, I let him push me away from him and watch as he rearranges himself in his jeans before dragging me out of his office and through the door that leads up to his apartment, which he locks. “I don’t want us to be disturbed.”
When he turns to look at me standing on the stairs, I can’t think. His eyes are hot, and he has an aroused flush on his cheekbones—sexy.
“Rosie, stop looking at me like that or I’m not going to last until we’re in my apartment.” He clenches his fists at either side of his body.
It’s a powerful aphrodisiac knowing this man wants me so much. That he’s close to losing it, right here—right now.
Turning, I start walking upstairs with an added sway to my hips. Halfway up, I nearly stumble when I feel his hands on my hips, and then I do stumble and end up on my hands and knees on the stairs when he bites me on the bottom.
I can’t think, his hands are everywhere; on my breasts, my belly, my hips, and my legs before he moves under my skirt and rubs me between my thighs. Moaning, I drop forward with Ruben following me.
“You’re so wet. Have you got any idea how hot it is, knowing I make you so wet? I need to taste you.”
Ruben wraps his arms around my waist and hauls me up a few more stairs to the landing. Turning me in his arms, he lays me down and stays kneeling on the stairs between my spread legs.
My skirt is around my hips as Rubens slides his hands up my thighs to my panties, which he rips from my body. Holding them to his nose, he closes his eyes and inhales before shoving them into his pocket.
He strokes between my nether lips, coating his fingers in my wetness—driving me crazy. Losing all inhibitions, I yank my shirt over my head, following it with my bra.
“Fuck, Rosie,” Ruben hisses staring at my breasts.
Wanting to tease him, I bring my hands up and play with my nipples as I hear Ruben cussing before he inserts a finger inside me. I arch up from the floor in pleasure, not wanting him to stop.
My hands drop from my breasts when I feel Ruben’s very talented mouth on me—his tongue lapping me up before darting in and out of my channel.
Threading my fingers into his hair, he holds my quivering thighs open while he goes to town on me. I’ve never come this way before, but I feel the ball of fire gathering in my belly—the tightening in my nipples…
“Ahhhh… Oh God… Ruben!” I shout as my orgasm rips through me, making my toes curl and my head feels like it’s going to explode. It feels too good. He’s still lapping me up. I can’t take much more. “Ruben…I want you inside me…Oh God, please.” I’m begging. I’m lost.
Ruben lifts his head from between my thighs and crawls over my spread body, sealing his lips with mine. My taste is on his lips—erotic. I wrap my legs around his hips and use the heels of my feet to push him down onto me.
Shoving a hand between our bodies, I try to undo his belt, but it’s too damn difficult so giving up, I rub him through his jeans with my hand and scrape my fingernails along the rigid length of him. I need to feel him—see him.
“Help me,” I beg as I move back to his belt.
Ruben knocks my hand away and lifting up from me, sorts his belt out while I unzip him. Shoving my hand in to the opening, I wrap my fingers around his width and hear him gasp when I bring him out from where he’s been hidden.
He’s gorgeous and pulsing in my hand. Rubbing my thumb over the leaking head of his shaft, my nail presses into the slit causing more pre-cum to leak out in excitement. He knocks my hand away, rears back to a kneeling position and pinches the head of his long, thick penis with his other hand squeezing his balls.
Chapter 9 ~ Ruben