His words make me want to melt into a puddle at his feet especially when he says ‘make love’ as opposed to ‘fucking’ because that tells me I mean more to him than I think even he realizes.
With a quick kiss to his lips, I climb from his lap and fastening my seatbelt again, glance at his groin and notice the large evidence of his arousal bulging against his zipper. Reaching out, I run a finger along the hard ridge and feel him tense at my touch before he removes my hand.
He gulps. “Keep your hands to yourself for now, otherwise I’m going to be embarrassing myself.” He glances at me, his tone almost a whine. “Please.”
I roll my eyes. “Now you’ve given me permission to touch you, I’m finding it hard keeping my hands to myself. You should know that by now.” I pretend to pout knowing I’m getting to him.
He’s unleashed the sex-starved part of me and now there’s no going back. Up until I met Ruben, I’d only ever had plenty of practice with my mouth. It’s all I would do before I turned nineteen, but only if they’d wear a condom.
I smirk to myself when I glance to Ruben and see him rearranging himself in his jeans, unaware I’m watching out of the corner of my eye. I love making him react so quickly to me, but I’ll keep quiet for now because regardless of what he’s been telling me, he’s nervous about bringing me to a family dinner. So for the rest of the journey I stay silent and watch the changing scenery through the window.
~*~*~*~
“We’re here,” Ruben comments full of enthusiasm. I glance to him as he climbs out and runs around to my side of the vehicle.
“C’mon babe.” He reaches in and taking my hand pulls me out of the SUV and into his arms. He presses me tightly against his body and I can’t help but feel safe against him. “You smell so good,” he murmurs.
Sighing, I snuggle against him with my face burrowing into his neck. He smells good as well, and feels even better. He’s all hard muscle against my soft curves and there’s nothing more erotic than him holding me like this with every part of me touching every part of him. I know I should have worn jeans today instead of the sundress so that there is more between us than my thin piece of fabric, but I wanted to look like the girl his mama probably expects him to bring home with him.
Ruben seems to like me in this dress though and as I feel his hand come to rest on my bottom, I hear footsteps behind him. Raising my head, I meet a grinning Sebastian.
“It’s Sebastian,” I whisper into Ruben’s ear.
Ruben shudders against me as my breath tickles his ear with my whispered words. His penis twitches pressed against my hip.
“Mom’s about to come out so I suggest you hurry it up and get Rosie inside to meet her.” Sebastian stands with his hands on his hips enjoying his brother’s discomfort, but Ruben not giving a damn apparently, turns to face him—erection and all.
“Mom has already met Rosie.” He takes my hand and starts walking toward the house past Sebastian.
“You might want to wait until something goes, um, flaccid first,” he sniggers, moving out of hitting range.
I try not to laugh but with Sebastian, laughing is more or less guaranteed; at least when he’s trying to get a rise out of one of his brothers.
“Go back to your own woman instead of trying to embarrass me in front of mine.”
“Well it’s about time you admit Rosie is your woman. We’ve all been waiting a while. And as for Mom, she may have met Rosie before, but she’s never met her as your girlfriend.”
The nerves are now back in my stomach at the thought of having to meet Ruben’s parents again. I’ve spoken to them on numerous occasions in the past, but like Sebastian said, I’ve never spoken to them as Ruben’s girlfriend.
Ruben stops and planting a quick kiss to my lips, says, “Don’t worry Rosie, they’re just the same as before, although Mom might get carried away now you’re with me. She kind of gets excited when one of us brings a woman by because it isn’t something that happens often.”
He gives a quick squeeze to my shoulders before wrapping an arm around my waist. I take a deep breath as he urges me forward to greet his mom, who is waiting on the front porch. She looks full of excitement as she’s practically bouncing where she stands. Pippa is a petite woman, which makes me wonder how the hell she gave birth to five strapping sons. The mind boggles.
“Rosie,” Pippa greats me rushing forward and taking me into her arms she gives me a really tight hug. And I mean tight. Tight as in I can’t breathe tight.
“Mom, I kinda like my girlfriend breathing,” Ruben says untangling me from his mom’s arms. He places a kiss to my forehead while wrapping his arm back around me. As though he’s afraid I’m going to disappear if he isn’t touching me. I’m not complaining; though because I love having his hands on me.