When her succulent breasts fell out of her bra, I thought my shit was gonna shoot right then and there, but I kept it together. It was that bare-shaved triangle that had my ass scooping up a buck naked Ruby and setting her feet down gently in the tub as if I were carrying her across the threshold.
I stepped in after her, and we stood, my rock hard manhood pressed against her, resuming the passionate kissing that we’d left off at earlier in the kitchen. My tongue reached depths down her throat that made my penis jump for joy in anticipation of its chance to experience her deep throat.
“You know, I honestly never imagined myself doing something like this,” Ruby confessed. “But since I am, I’m so glad it’s with you. I can see it now. I want to see it. I want to see it all.” With that being said, she bent over and rested her hands on the edge of the tub, facing the mirror. “I want to see,” she repeated, “everything.”
“Oh shit,” I moaned as her chocolate moon stared up at me. I spread her open wide to shoot for the pink stars. I entered her, and it was like falling into a pool, though her body hadn’t even been in the water yet. She was wet for me. She’d wanted me all along. She’d wanted this all along. Well, now she was about to get it.
“Mmmm, Mr. Orlando,” she crooned, her ass up against me, watching my every move through the mirror.
I stared back at her as long as I could before I got in too deep, way too fucking deep, as I thrust in and out of her. Out farther and then back in deep. Hard. She threw it back like the pro she said she wasn’t.
The smacking, the wetness, they were sounds my ears had never heard. It was like a real live Caribbean band was right there in the bathroom, serenading the moment. I’d screwed, fucked, boned, smashed, made love—whatever else you wanted to call it—but I’d never, ever made music.
If I hadn’t watched the shit in the mirror, I wouldn’t have believed she did it, but Ruby threw her leg up backward and managed to twirl around on a brotha’s dick until she was facing me. I was speechless, and it was a good thing, too, because the “talking” part of the night was long done and over with.
We sank down into the water without missing a beat. She rode me like she knew me. What the fuck was up with that? Up, down, fast, then slow. She teased; she tormented; she pleasured. Bells and whistles, sirens, fireworks, and all kinds of shit started going off. I even thought I heard some ringing.
Fuck! I did hear some ringing. My phone was ringing. Ruby fucked, pounded, and pounced. The phone rang and rang and rang. Whoever was calling really needed to talk to me, but I really needed to finish what I’d started with Ruby, and I wasn’t about to ruin the moment, the ecstasy of it all, with a rushed orgasm. I decided to let the phone keep going to voice mail. Five more minutes—I’d return the call then. What more could happen in five minutes?
The phone began its shrill ringing again.
Fuck! Nothing more would happen if that phone kept ringing and messing up my groove.
“Damn,” I cursed under my breath.
“No, no, no. Not now,” Ruby practically begged. “I was just about to do my special little trick.”
“Yeah, well, I want to be able to enjoy your special little trick, and I can’t with that fucking phone ringing nonstop.”
Thank God I was in great shape. I was able to lift my body and reach for my pants with Ruby still on top of me. I got a grip on them and pulled them near. Just as I got the phone out of the pocket, I saw the moon, stars, heaven, and earth. I didn’t know what the fuck she did, how she did it, how she moved to make her * pop off on me like it did, but she’d done it, and before I knew it, I’d exploded deep inside of her.
The ringing phone would have to wait—indefinitely, considering that it was now resting at the bottom of the Jacuzzi, while an exhausted Ruby rested her head on my chest.
“So, Mr. Orlando, is it really true that you never see the same girl twice?” Ruby asked, knowing she’d put it on me.
“Never,” I replied without even a second thought. I couldn’t give her room to doubt me.
She slowly lifted her head and stared at me. “Really?” There was a sadness about her now. Still, I stuck to my guns.