RUBY'S POV
Taste. Those lips. That tongue. I didn’t need any more encouragement. My hands began to travel, over my neck, back over my breasts, pressing them together, my n*****s peeking through my fingers.
Dominic Rutherford leaned forward and ran his tongue over them, one peak and then the next. Lick, swirl, lick.
My hands went to his hair. His name whispered from my lips.
More licking, a delicate scrape of teeth, and then he leaned back. “Show me more. Where do you need me?"
Oh, I needed him all right. The fingers of one hand slid seductively down my stomach, through my underwear and the triangle of curls above my c**t. I touched myself, stroked my c**t, slid my fingers into the wet heat dripping from my core.
"Here," I said. “I need you here.”
He pressed my legs wider and pushe
