Chapter 4

Ruth was sat on his bed when he entered his room, ice in hand. He'd had the foresight to bring the ice up in a bucket rather than in the bag that he ripped open earlier. Luckily, his ice bucket hadn't been hidden at the back of a cupboard and he had managed to put his hands on it fairly quickly.

Ruth approached him and relived him of the bucket, taking a cube of ice from it before placing it on the bedside table. "Take your shirt off," she whispered, "and lie down."

Not one to argue with an aroused woman, he did as he was told, and lay down on top of the covers. Ruth lay next to him, and began circling his nipples with the ice. He took in a sharp breath but soon got used to the sensation. She raked the cube slowly over his chest, shoulders and arms, paying particular attention to the myriad of scars he had. As the ice touched the place where Tom's bullet had ripped through his skin, his hands clenched a little but soon he was back to his relaxed state. With the next cube Ruth moves on to his feet and legs before rolling him over and doing his back. When she rolled him onto his back again, she noticed his erection tenting his shorts. She rubbed her hand over the prominent bulge, eliciting a deep, sensual moan from Harry, before running a fresh ice cube along the skin just above the waist band. When she attempted to sneak the cube under his shorts Harry grabbed her wrist.

"I don't think putting ice down there is a good idea," he told her in explanation. "Not if you want this to continue."

She persisted anyway, teasing him with the ice. Suddenly in one fluid movement, and before she knew what was happening, Harry had flipped them over and pinned her to the bed. His mouth engulfed hers and he kissed her deeply before pulling back to remove her top. His hands then found her skirt searching for the zip. He wanted nothing to hinder his contact with her body. Realising what he wanted, Ruth assisted him with the zipper at the back and raised her bottom of the bed to help him pull it off.

Ruth was eager to remove what was left of Harry's clothes too. She snaked her hand down between their tightly clenched bodies and pushed his shorts down. Once they were lying in nothing but their underwear, Harry leaned back down, nuzzling his face against her cheek, darting his tongue out to tickle her earlobe. Ruth shuddered and then moaned softly into his neck. Harry had just located one of her erogenous zones. So far, she was right; this was better than what she could have achieved on her own. He was talented beyond words and things were just getting started.

Harry's hands wandered to her chest shaking slightly as he began his explorations. His fingers fluttered over the lace, swirling languidly around her nipples taut with arousal. He cupped each breast briefly, realizing how perfectly they fit in his hands. Thumbs stroked their rounded undersides, locating the front clasp he'd discovered on his earlier journey with the ice cube. He began the task of unfastening it; fingertips numb, possibly from the lack of blood which had been re-routed to another of his body's extremities. An extremity that was growing more and more impatient with each second. Taking a deep breath, he managed to release the clasp delighting in the way her breasts swayed with their escape from the confines of the cotton and lace. He dipped his mouth to her exposed nipples, tasting them. He licked at them so lightly she shuddered from the almost ticklish sensation. Her hands flew to his hair and pulled.

"Harry! Be nice!" she hissed, sucking in her breath with frustration. He was driving her insane with his oral torture. She imagined that if his mouth went any lower using the same technique, she'd turn into a babbling lunatic most certainly.

"I thought I was," he mumbled cheekily, a nipple tucked gently between his teeth. He bit down just enough to cause her to gasp, then opened his mouth widely, taking the entire pinkish- brown of her areola into his mouth. He lapped with his tongue, flicking the hard nub back and forth while suckling the skin around it hungrily.

Ruth's hands continued their assault on his head, kneading his scalp, tugging at his curls. She was growing frantic. What he was doing to her was almost too much. She had never felt like this simply by having her breasts touched and kissed and as she felt the tightening in her abdomen, she realised that if this carried on he would bring her to a second climax before he'd even been inside her. Not wanting to be selfish, she gently pulled his head up and kissed him.

"I want…" she began, but trailed off, becoming embarrassed by what she wanted to say.

Harry stroked her hair and encouraged her to continue. "Tell me, Ruth. Tell me what you want."

"I want you to be inside the next time I…" Harry understood even though she still hadn't completed her sentence. Wordlessly he removed his boxer briefs and Ruth got her first look at his penis. It was very impressive and Ruth couldn't wait to find out how it would feel to have it stretching her. She stroked his erection for a few minutes before becoming impatient. She wanted him inside her. Laying back she removed her knickers, damp with her arousal, and lay back against the pillows. Harry positioned himself between her legs and guided it to her entrance. He rubbed the head up and down over her opening and against her clitoris, then moved his hips forward tentatively, pressing the tip of his length just barely inside her. Her legs were now wrapped tightly around his hips again and she pressed her feet into his ass, urging him forward.

He slid inside her. It was sublime for them both; she, so tight and hot, he, so full and long, burying himself to the hilt. "You feel so good Ruth," he moaned, bending down and capturing her lips with his own. Slowly Harry began to thrust in and out of her; long, deep strokes. She moaned and made tiny sighs with each slow penetration. He was pulling almost all the way out of her with alternating thrusts and each time he slapped back against her she would utter his name along with proclamations of "yes!" and "harder".

Harry felt the blood rushing from his brain, the tingle in his groin and he knew that if he didn't slow down, this would be over all too soon. He shut his eyes tightly as he pulled her closer and stopped thrusting. His breathing was short, coming in little puffs and pants as he struggled to gain control over his body. Ruth wasn't helping him; she was trying to move against him, her legs clamped around his waist. She wiggled and twisted, rotating on him in way that was totally counter-productive to why he had ceased his thrusts.

"Haaarrrrrry!" she groaned into his ear, "Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

She reached between them and stroked the hair between his legs. He jerked almost completely out of her in response to the pleasure.

"I need to slow down Ruth; I'm too close," he confessed, embarrassed.

"It's okay Harry; there'll be plenty of opportunities for us to take it slowly in the future."

Hearing confirmation that this wasn't going to be a one-time thing lessened his tension somewhat and he could pace himself once again; could stroke within her and stay in control of the escalating need he felt to empty himself into her. Ruth was appreciative as he lengthened his thrusts, hitting deep inside of her. She lifted her legs higher and the shift in position caused both of them to grunt with pleasure.

A few more deep thrusts in this position and Harry felt her walls begin to tighten around him. He reached down between their joined bodies and toyed with her clitoris. Ruth looked down and watched. She was barely able to focus on the sight of him going in and out of her, slick and glistening with her bodily desire for him. Her eyes closed as a million colours surged through her brain, like a kaleidoscope turning. She shook, she trembled. There wasn't enough air. She gulped as she inhaled, the world crashing around her. Nothing existed but him... moving, thrusting, caressing. She melted around him, into him, becoming him. And she cried out. A wail. A plea. His name. Over and over again she called out his name as she felt him surge within her.

Harry's thrusts shortened as he pushed all the way in, savouring her muscle spasms around him. He clutched at her and yelled out as he quickly followed her into bliss, his body jerking automatically, twitching as he shot into her.

Harry collapsed onto Ruth's chest and she wrapped a weak arm around him and listened as their heartbeats pounded against one another. The heavy rise and fall of their chests synchronised and sweat cooled on their skin as a much sought after breeze swept in through the open window.

Their foreheads still together, he rubbed his nose against hers. She smiled gently and reached for his face. Her fingers stroked his jaw and chin, then skimmed his lips. His head tipped to the side and she made the move to kiss him before he even had the chance. The kiss was soft, hesitant, knowing. They worshipped each other with their eyes. At this moment, there was no need for words of love or affection or absolute devotion. All was spoken silently in their touch and gaze. What more did they need to reveal to each other after sharing what they had?

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