Small M rated piece that simply wouldn't leave me alone. Hope I'm forgiven for this!
Ruth woke up slowly, feeling very happy and satisfied. Last night she had shared her first night with Harry and it had surpassed all of her deepest fantasies. It had been incredible. Harry's hand was drawing lazy patterns on her stomach and she stretched a little, really enjoying herself. "Good morning," he whispered kissing her lips in a wonderfully slow manner.
"Mm, it is," she agreed. He kissed her neck and moved lower on her body. She was thoroughly enjoying his touches and kisses but when he reached her stomach she realised what he was going to do. "No no, no. Wait, just stop."
"Why?" he asked stopping to look at her, hands on her hips, stroking skin softly.
"I …don't enjoy that."
"Oh Ruth…" he said his voice heavy with teasing as he lowered his head.
"I'm serious," she said rolling over away from him. "I don't like it."
He quietly lay next to her and held her in his arms firmly, feeling some of the unexpected tension in her drain away. "Trust me, if you have never enjoyed it, no man has ever done it right."
"Harry…" she said shaking her head.
"Give me sixty seconds and I promise I'll change your mind."
"I don't… sixty seconds?," she questioned midway through her sentence. "You're confident."
"With reason," he said with a smile she found difficult to resist, and he knew it. He leaned closer to her and captured her lips in a slow and sensual way, making sure she enjoyed it for long minutes. "Just let me," he whispered before kissing her again. He let her go and watched her, being able to tell that she was thinking about it seriously.
"Alright," she said in a low voice, which conceded defeat. He smiled and kissed his way down her body. One of his hands always staying entwined with hers he lowered himself to taste her most sensitive spots. To start with she felt horribly vulnerable and exposed (if it had been anyone else she would have pulled away again but she reminded herself, this was Harry). Then it started to feel good. Very good. He was touching her and tasting her like she was the most exquisite thing in the world. He had been right, no one had ever touched her like this in her life.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, true to his word.
"No," she breathed, her hand squeezing his tightly. He smiled and bent to her core again as she let out a passion filled sigh. Harry slowed as she lifted her hips. He laughed lightly, knowing what she wanted and he moved lower on her body. It didn't take long at all for her to start moaning.
"Oh God," she whispered hoarsely, her fingers gripping hold of his so tightly he thought they might break. He sped up and she let out a high pitched cry and arched her back as she climaxed powerfully. He prised his fingers out of her iron grip as she recovered herself slightly. Laying next to her again he heard a quiet voice admit, "You were right."
"I can't tell you how many years I have dreamed of doing that to you," he said. Ruth could do no more than "Mm," at him. He laughed and wrapped his arms around her waist as she slipped into unconsciousness once more.
