Ruby woke up before Gavin the
next morning. Instead of getting out of bed or awakening him, she took the time
to admire his sleeping frame by the light of the early morning rays.
This
is the type of man that makes a woman glad to be a woman, she
mused, approving of him in every way.
Etched with muscles from head
to toe, Gavin had the chiseled physique of a Greek statue. His handsome face
had the distinctiveness of his Indian heritage all over it. In fact, he looked
like a full-blooded Native American, though his father had been half-Indian/half-white
and his mother was Hispanic.
He
looks like a taller, tanner, and more muscular version of Jay Tavare, Ruby
thought, comparing Gavin to her favorite Native American actor. Now every time
she watched Street Fighter, Into the
West, Dreamweaver, Unbowed, or Cold Mountain, she would think of him.
For a moment there, Ruby let
her imagination go wild as thoughts of waking up beside Gavin for the rest of
her life danced in her head. She inhaled sharply at the notion that she, of all
people, would actually be having such thoughts. Ruby Dee Hudson didn’t want a
husband, remember?
Her loud intake caused Gavin
to stir from his slumber. His gorgeous brown eyes fluttered open and met her
gaze. He smiled, showing that adorable dimple in his cheek.
Ruby’s breath caught again at
that smile. Desire flooded her body. She impulsively reached over and ran a hand
from his collarbone down to his rippled abs.
Gavin moaned deep in his
throat at her touch. Passion filled his eyes. Reaching beside him, he retrieved
two things from the nightstand – a condom and a soft mint from the glass bowl.
Both were necessary items in this pivotal moment.
“Open wide, Red,” Gavin said
huskily as he positioned the mint above Ruby’s lips. When she complied, he added,
“Now share.”
She sucked on the mint for
just a second before bringing it back to the front of her mouth. Then she moved
closer to share. Soon they were engaged in a game of who-has-the-mint-now?
By the time the mint was gone,
they were both breathing hard. While Gavin put on their protection, Ruby rose
to an upright position and prepared to straddle him.
“No, baby, I have other plans
for us this morning,” he said, moving to hover above her missionary style.
Ruby shook her head in protest
at the one position she hated. “I don’t like men on top of me that way.”
Gavin stopped short, noticing how
her whole body tensed up. “Were you sexually abused before?” He frowned with
concern.
Ruby shook her head again.
“No, but my first lover was a control freak of a guy who believed there was
only one true sexual position –
missionary style. He would do nothing else each time we were together. Ever
since then I have been averse to that position.”
“Oh.” Gavin nodded in
understanding. A few seconds later, he gave her a sensual smile. “Fortunately,
I know a whole lot of other positions we could try together. None that require
me to be directly on top of you face-to-face.”
Ruby’s eyes lit up with
adventure. Then she followed his instructions to the letter as he introduced
her to a variation of a sexual position called the scissors.
Once she was on her back with
her legs apart, Gavin kneeled in front of her and placed a pillow under her
hips. When she was comfortable, he slowly joined them. Penetration was deep in
this position. It got even deeper as he held both of her ankles and thrust
forward in a rhythm that was deliberately unhurried.
Ruby’s head thrashed back and
forth on the other pillow while Gavin repeatedly hit her special spot as if he
alone had the map to it. Her mouth uttered many things as he massaged her core.
None of them were comprehensible. Groans and moans prevailed when her tongue
failed.
Ruby didn’t really have to
talk. Gavin did enough talking for the both of them. Yet it wasn’t his mouth
talking this time. It was his body.
Each advance said, ‘Don’t be afraid to open up to me. I can be
trusted.’
Each retreat said, ‘Even if I leave you for a little while, I
can be trusted to return. And when I do, you’re going to feel even freer than
before.’
Receiving such things deep
down in her soul, Ruby couldn’t help but climax fast and hard. Her whole body
shook with release. Her eyes glossed over with emotion at the huge sense of
liberation she felt with this man. The sense of completeness. A lone tear slid
down her left cheek.
Who knew it could be like
this?
Ruby sure didn’t.
Gavin soaked up her reactions
like a sponge. He fed off her enjoyment, facial expressions, and her steamy
words. They heightened his own pleasure. He soon went over the edge, too…very
loudly.
Instead of collapsing on top
of her when he was spent, Gavin lay beside Ruby to catch his second wind. When
he noticed that her trembling didn’t stop and her tears became more plentiful
as that significant moment lengthened and widened with emotion, he pulled her
into his arms and held her in a comforting embrace.
(c) 2014 by Mi'Chelle Dodson/Suprina Frazier
(c) 2014 by Mi'Chelle Dodson/Suprina Frazier
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