Ruby's Unspoken Desire

The rain hammered against the windows of our secluded cabin, a relentless rhythm mirroring the growing heat between Ruby and me. We’d been together for a few months now, a whirlwind of passionate encounters that had redefined pleasure for both of us. Initially, we’d kept things relatively tame, exploring each other’s bodies with a cautious curiosity. But somewhere along the way, that restraint dissolved, replaced by an insatiable hunger that demanded more, constantly pushing the boundaries of our desires. It felt like we’d stumbled upon a hidden current, a primal force that connected us in ways we couldn’t quite comprehend.

Ruby was a revelation, a woman who didn’t shy away from the raw, unfiltered expression of her sexuality. She possessed an almost brazen confidence, a disregard for societal expectations that both terrified and exhilarated me. It was this very boldness that had led us to this pivotal moment, this conversation that hung heavy in the humid air of the cabin.

“You know,” she’d said, her voice low and husky, “I’ve been thinking about you, about your… magnificent cock.” She paused, savoring the unspoken implication, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “There’s something inherently powerful about it, a silent promise of pleasure that’s hard to resist.”

I felt a blush creep up my neck, a familiar response to her blatant admiration. The thought of her lips on my penis, previously just a fleeting fantasy, now felt incredibly potent, almost overwhelming. I'd always considered myself a relatively self-assured man, but there was a part of me, a deeply ingrained instinct, that recoiled at the idea of being penetrated by a woman. It felt tainted, almost like admitting to a certain kind of vulnerability. But Ruby, with her unyielding spirit, had eroded those defenses, leaving me exposed and strangely eager.

“It’s not really my thing,” I mumbled, trying to maintain a semblance of control. “It’s a bit… vulgar, don’t you think? Like something a prostitute would do.”

Her laughter was a low, throaty rumble that vibrated through the room. “Vulgar? Darling, you’re underestimating the power of a good, old-fashioned cock-sucking. Besides, you’re my husband. You should be embracing every aspect of our intimacy, not clinging to outdated notions of propriety.”

Her words struck a chord, a challenging reminder of the trust and connection we had forged. The thought of disappointing her, of denying her the pleasure she craved, was unbearable. So, with a deep breath and a surge of adrenaline, I relented. “Fine,” I conceded, my voice barely a whisper. “But you have to promise you won’t shoot me in the mouth.”

She grinned, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “No promises,” she replied, her voice dripping with playful menace. “Let’s just say I’m feeling particularly adventurous tonight.”

The moment she leaned in, her warmth radiating against my skin, I knew I had crossed a line, a point of no return. Her lips brushed against my shaft, a tentative exploration that quickly escalated into a frenzied assault. The sensation was exquisite, a burning pleasure that sent shivers down my spine. Her tongue, surprisingly firm and skilled, worked its way up my penis, tracing every curve and crevice. I groaned, lost in the intoxicating experience, the world shrinking to just the two of us, locked in a silent communion of lust.

As she continued her exploration, I felt a strange sense of release, a letting go of all inhibitions. The need to control, to resist, had vanished, replaced by an overwhelming desire for more. I began to writhe, my body convulsing in response to her touch, begging her to continue.

“Enough, I want to return the favor,” I managed to gasp out, my voice thick with anticipation.

Her eyes widened, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. She leaned back slightly, giving me a chance to reciprocate. The shift in power felt both exhilarating and slightly terrifying. As I lowered myself onto her lap, my hands groping for her body, I could feel her arousal building, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

She opened her legs, her invitation undeniable. I lunged forward, my body meeting hers in a desperate embrace. Her pussy, soft and yielding, welcomed me with a welcoming warmth. I tasted her, savoring the sweetness of her arousal, before plunging my tongue deep inside. Her cries of pleasure filled the cabin, drowning out the sound of the rain.

The sensations were intense, overwhelming, as we spiraled into a frenzy of mutual pleasure. Her body arched against mine, her muscles tense and trembling with every thrust. I felt her cumming, a tidal wave of liquid heat erupting from her depths, flooding my senses. It was a primal, uninhibited release, a testament to the raw power of our shared desire.

As we lay panting on her bed, exhausted and exhilarated, I couldn’t help but smile. Ruby’s words from earlier echoed in my mind, “You haven’t seen nothing yet.” There was a sense of anticipation, a promise of even greater pleasures to come. The rain continued to beat against the windows, but inside the cabin, the storm had subsided, replaced by a warmth that radiated from our intertwined bodies. It was a perfect moment, a celebration of our love and lust, a glimpse into the depths of our shared passion. We knew, with absolute certainty, that this was just the beginning of our descent into a world of unbridled pleasure. The story, indeed, was just getting started.

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