Arden & Ruby

The air thickens when Ruby enters the room, carrying a small tea plate lined with fresh fruit. The way she commands my movements without uttering a word leaves me breathless. My body seizes at the sensation of her long fingers caressing my inner thigh as she climbs back into bed next to me, leaving her hand so close I’m certain she can feel the damp warmth under my starch panties. I wonder if it feels the same on her index finger while she traces the waves under the cloth, as it does when I give into myself in the early morning sun. I’m too distracted while she presses into the wet to notice her swift movements as she envelopes my perched nipple with her strawberry saturated lips. Swallowing my inexperience, I’m aching to feel her inside me and this overwhelming need to please her body the way she pleases mine, I follow her lead. Feeling a surge of confidence I move myself on top of Ruby and lower slowly, tracing her rib cage with soft kisses. I feel her fingers lose themself in my mounds of tangled curls and start to guide my lips as she pulsates on my nervous tongue.