CHAPTER 9
Ruby
He scoops me up in his arms and carries me down to the beach. We’re still making out along the way, but still he’s a sure-footed as a Billy goat up in the mountains.
I smell the saltwater in the air mixed with the scent of him. I’ve never smelled someone like him before. It’s not the kind of scent you can bottle up and sell at the mall. It’s something that’s earned naturally. He literally smells like excitement. It’s like the smell of fear from an adrenaline rushing sport like surfing big waves and mixed it with the smell of the droplets that spray when that wave crashes and then added in something woodsy and masculine just to top it off.
I imagine it’s from a life of living like this. Traveling around in a van, sleeping nowhere and anywhere at the same time.
And then it hits me. He’s the smell of freedom.
The smell of not having a nine-to-five. The scent of no commitments. That crispness of the wind guiding you forward, but in a direction that neither you nor anyone else knows.
He’s more than just a person, as silly as that sounds. He’s an emotion and he makes you feel that emotion. That excitement. That motivation to believe in yourself and know you can do anything you want.
And right now I believe there’s no-one in the world who’s as motivated to feel exactly what he’s been teasing me with in those swim trunks of his all day than me.
A few minutes later we’re down on the beach in an area tucked back and secluded.
He kneels down and lays the blanket out on the sand still cradling me with his other arm and balancing me across his knees.
“Are you cold?” he asks.
“Not when I’m with you.”
“Good. Because I want to make you feel even hotter.”
“I want that.”
He lays me out on the blanket and I look up at the clear night sky in wonderment at how amazing this day has been. This day which I wanted to end as quickly as possible when it first started, and now I don’t want it to ever end…and so far it hasn’t. Not even close.
“Are you sure you’re okay with what I want to do to you?”
“Well I figure if you were going to do something that could hurt me you would have already done it,” I say.
“No jokes. Not now.”
“I just wanted to have a little f—.”
“When I’m in I’m all the way in,” he says cutting me off in mid sentence with his intensity.
He’s often so laid back, but I do see a serious side in him and I like it…a lot.
“And I don’t want you to make a decision when you’ve had too many. I want to make sure you’re sure before we go any further.”
“Thank you for thinking of me and giving me the power and the choice. If more guys were like you we’d have a lot less problems in the world, especially on college campuses where I read all kinds of bad things happening.”
“You have to be in control. You have to have just as much power. This is a two-way street to both give and receive. That’s the only way we can both joy it to the fullest.”
“I agree.”
“But tonight it’s a one way street. This is all about you, but in being so it will be all about me too. There’s nothing more I want than to please you right now, because it’s going to please me even more.”
A slight moan escapes my lips. These aren’t lines. This is real. He’s real and it’s sending my desires too high too fast.
“When I watch you writhe and squirm with pleasure begging me to stop because it’s too intense but also begging me to continue because it’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced in your entire life and you never will. Not from anyone other than me that is.”
“I want that.”
“You want it, but can you handle the responsibility that comes with it. To know that once you get a taste there will be no other man that will ever satisfy you like I can, nor would you ever even consider anyone else but me.”
“I’m ready to try and find out.”
“There is no try. Believe me. You’ll be ruined forever so if you decide to say yes, just know that if this somehow turns into a vacation memory you’ll never find another memory or man who can give you what I’m about to give you.”
His confidence and bluntness have me dripping wet. Like wring me out and watch the water pour wet.
Wetter than my boyfriend ever made me. The same guy who made me wait for sex and then under-delivered each and every time, but still I stayed with him. This guy is the complete opposite and from his body language he’s not even going to start with sex…at least not the traditional kind.
His head is moving further down south. To that area where my ex always said, “Pussies and purses are pockets for parasites.” What a misogynistic jerk.
But the only kind of jerk that’s hear now is the jerk that’s present in my leg as he slides his hands across my thighs and looks down at my pussy like it’s a prize that he’ll worship and cherish like no other.
“I want it. I want you. I don’t want to try. I want to give into you entirely. To trust you completely. To let you show me things I don’t know and teach me things I’m not even aware of.”
“That’s exactly what I mean and what I need to do.”
“Do it. Do it to me.”
“You ready for me to do things with my tongue that if I told you now you wouldn’t even think were possible?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“You ready for me to look at you in a way that’s more powerful than a touch?”
“You already are.”
The pace of his words are increasing and in doing so they’re increasing my heartbeat to redline levels. I want him so, so bad.
“Tell me you want it.”
“I want it.”
“What do you want?”
“I want you to bury your face in my pussy until I come so hard my thighs lock onto the sides of your head and you can’t escape no matter how hard you tried, not that you’d want to.”
“Yes,” he says. “That’s what I want.”
“I want to come in your mouth and for you to drink every last drop and tell me how good it tastes. How it tastes like nothing you’ve ever tasted, sweeter and more elegant than the finest wine.”
“I’m going to drink every last drop of you up and then come back for more. I won’t even need to eat or drink anything else. Just tasting you will be enough.”
“Promise?” I say.
“Promise.”
And suddenly he squeezes my hips firm and slides his hands down my body bringing my jeans with them.
He stares at my panties like they’re wrapping on a Christmas gift he wants so badly that he doesn’t even want to open it, knowing how long he’s waited for the moment to arrive.
And that’s what I want too. I want to feel his tongue inside me. His cock inside me. His lips on mine. Everything, but this anticipation is so damn good. I’m so aroused and he’s said so many of the right things I don’t even know if the act will live up to it.
But if anyone can do it he can. He’s already shown me that once in the last twenty-four hours. I have completely confidence in him and he doesn’t disappoint one bit when he slides down my panties and stares right at me. I’m exposed, there for him to see.
“Look at me, beautiful.”
I move my neck allowing me to see him. I can see his eyes above the top of my pussy, but his mouth is hidden. It’s blocked from view but I don’t have to see it. I can feel it.
I feel his warm breath on my opening as it prepares for the gift of his tongue.
I tighten my pussy as his breath grows stronger as his mouth moves closer.
Those hazel eyes of his are directly on mine. Intense and unforgiving.
And then gently I feel the tip of his tongue at the top of my folds. He slowly drags that tip down the outside of my folds and to the bottom before coming up the other side, completing the oval shape.
I never could have imagined his touch could be so soft and so erotic.
I close my eyes momentarily moaning from the pleasure.
I feel one of his hands slide to my waist and up my shirt before setting on my breast. He grabs it hard, kneading it in-between those thick fingers of his as his tongue complete another circle around my pussy, this time in the opposite direction.
When he reaches the top I’m trying to guess which direction he’ll go this time, but he surprises me. He slowly drags his tongue straight down the middle as his grip firms on my breast and my mouth opens.
He’s not even inside me yet and I’m ready to explode.
“Uhhh,” I say. “I don’t want to come yet.”
He doesn’t reply.
I open my eyes and look down at him only to see that stare of his looking right back up at me again.
That intense, confident pussy-melting stare.
I feel a slight flicking in-between my folds that’s increasing in depth and intensity every few seconds.
Just when I think I’ve got it figured out his mouth crashes down onto my pussy as he engulfs my entire area and then moves his head up bringing his jaw right through my dripping wetness.
The pressure of his jawbone is unexpected and intense and puts me right on the edge. I bite my lower lip and curl my toes trying to think about anything else other than how he’s giving me oral so good it should be illegal.
But I can’t trick myself as he moves his head back down and slides his tongue into me looking for my soft squishy spot and finding it like he owns it.
And damn if he doesn’t.
I reach for the blanket and grab it so hard I can feel the sand come through the bottom.
“I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come!” I repeat.
My hands come off the blanket and my body shoots forward. I grab his hair with both hands pulling him into me trying to drive his tongue deeper inside as I erupt all over his face and my knees lock against his ears just like I knew they would.
“Fuck! Oh fuck! Uh. Uh.” I yell, but there’s no way he can hear my words as they echo across the bay.
My pussy tightens around his tongue promising not to let go until every drop has left me, rejuvenating me just as much as I want my juices to energize him.
Seconds turn into nearly a minute as my body continues convulsing, aftershock after aftershock, until finally I fall back onto the blank every muscle in my body switching from tight and locked to loose and completely relaxed.
I try and catch my breath, but I can’t.
I look up and see him moving over the top of me.
In the moonlight I can see my juices causing his lips to shine and I just stare, amazed at how much came out of me.
Then I watch as he runs his tongue in a big circle around his mouth as if he knew exactly what I was thinking and that shine is gone.
“There was no way I wasn’t going to drink in every last drop. And I did. But now I’m ready for more.”
“That was the most intense experience I’ve ever had.”
“And I’m ready for more,” he says.
“I need a second first.”
“Don’t worry. You can just lay back and relax. Leave the rest up to me. All you’ve got to do is enjoy what I do to you.”
How can I refuse that deal? I can’t believe I finished so quickly and I know how badly I want to do it all over again. And the best part is I know I will.
I know he can deliver the goods. And beyond good is exactly how I feel.
This is the experience I wanted. This is the experience I’m getting.
The only question is how will I ever let this go?
Or will I even be able to when the time comes?