An M rated piece inspired by cowbell2011's White Burgundy story. Thoughts of each are in italics and I hope its not too confusing to follow!
Harry stood in Ruth's living room, feeling awfully anxious and nervous. She had invited him in after their first official date since her return and he hadn't been able to decline. I never should have come in, this was a mistake. Its too fast.
Ruth had taken her coat off and came back in facing him breathing heavily. Does he have to look so handsome with the first two buttons on his shirt undone? It makes it impossible to think logically, he must do it on purpose!
"I'm going to go," Harry said. It's the right thing to do.
"No, you've only just got here," Ruth replied. "Why come in if you're just going to leave straight away?"
God, how am I going to answer politely that I am trying to control myself from ripping her clothes off as she stands there anxiously biting her lip in a gorgeously adorable way.
"Unless you don't want…" I've been too forward. Reading into things that aren't there. How am I going to face him at work knowing that he doesn't want me?
"No," he said instantly. I don't know what she was going to say but "Ruth" and "don't want" in the same sentence don't exist for me. He approached her and kissed her gently, almost as if testing the waters. Her lips were soft and she reacted almost straight away once the shock had left her.
Have I really been missing his kisses for so many years? What's wrong with me? Ruth's hands went to the small of his back, fingers splaying over fabric as she pulled him into a deeper kiss.
She wants me. Whatever you do, don't push her. I want nothing more than to take her into her bedroom and not come out for more than a week, but do not push her.
His tongue was teasing the most sensitive and thrilling parts of her mouth. God, what else can he do with his tongue? No that's crazy, but… oh my God this feels so good. Make a snap decision you stupid woman. "Bedroom?" she suggested, her eyes burning with fire.
This is happening so fast. I need to put some logic into this situation, even though it's the last thing I want. "Not tonight," he said with difficulty.
"Oh." She slowly drew her hands away from him. He doesn't want me. Of course not, I am not a desirable woman. I've made a fool of myself. All he wants to do is leave as soon as possible. I am so embarrassed.
It took Harry all of three seconds and Ruth's red cheeks to realise he had said exactly the wrong thing. She was offering me the night I've been fantasising for the last eight years and I turn her down? What the hell is wrong with me? Oh just be honest with her, what's the worst that could happen?
"Ruth, you have no idea how much I am fighting the temptation to pin you to the nearest wall," he started, making her smile slightly as he continued. "We've just come back from our first date. I don't want to push you or rush it. I couldn't bear it. Regret is not something I want you to feel."
Pinning me to the nearest wall? That sounds incredibly exciting, I'd like to experience that… "Harry, you wouldn't be here, if I didn't want you in my house." She closed the gap between them and kissed his cheek, feeling his stubble under her lips. She tried to move away but her willpower vanished and all she managed to achieve was turning her head to capture his lips with hers. She felt both his hands cradle her face as the kiss got deeper, Ruth pushing him in the general direction of her bedroom.
Harry's hand was around her waist pushing her blouse up an inch or two to feel her soft skin. The first time he'd touched her bare skin. Ruth reached around him to push her bedroom door open and her breasts pressed against his chest briefly. Oh my God, is this actually going to happen? She clearly wants it to but I hope I don't disappoint her after all this time.
Ruth's eyebrows flicked upwards in surprise as Harry pressed her body against his as his lips kissed her neck slowly and sensually. This is actually happening isn't it? I know he has had a lot of conquests in the past and they were all much more beautiful than me. I'll never be able to measure up to them. But oh Jesus that feels good. His hand had slid under her shirt and his fingers were running along her spine, exploring skin. He drew away from her and ran his eyes over her figure appreciatively.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," Harry murmured, his eyes focusing on hers as his hands went to the first button on her blouse. Don't make me stop, please, not now we're finally here.
"I'm not going to ask you to stop Harry," she said truthfully as the second button on her blouse popped open. How can he sound so wary and nervous? Maybe we're both as nervous as each other.
"Oh!" she gasped as she felt the ground vanish from beneath her feet as Harry pushed her onto the bed. Harry kicked his shoes off before covering her body with his own. While their lips were engaged with each other her hands unbuttoned his shirt and her palms ran over his chest. Why on earth does this beautiful and intelligent woman want me? He reached behind her back and threw her blouse to the floor revealing a wonderfully erotic black lace bra which covered barely anything at all. He cupped her breasts through the thin fabric as she moaned when his thumbs rubbed over her hardened nipples. She planned this. She wanted it to happen. She gave it enough consideration to wear this underwear for me. God I want her so badly. Harry didn't waste anymore time. He methodically undressed her, his hands skimming over flesh as each part of her was revealed for the first time.
He's looking at me so intensely, is he disappointed? I know my stomach isn't flat and I'm not in the best shape in the world but… "You are so very beautiful," he whispered hoarsely, kissing her neck and moving down across her naked body, taking her nipple in his mouth and sucking eagerly. Breathing suddenly felt very hard to do as her senses went into overdrive. She closed her eyes as his touch became firmer and more insistent as he discovered just how she liked her breasts touched.
She is breathtaking. She has no idea what she does to me. "You're wearing too much," she breathed when English seemed feasible once again. Her fingers trailed to his belt but she couldn't get the coordination from her brain to her fingers. I must be doing something right if she's already this breathless. Harry smirked as he helped her remove his clothing. Once he was as naked as she, her eyes ran over his body completely. He felt a little embarrassed with the intensity she showed in her gaze but stayed still until her eyes reached his once again. How can she make me drown in her eyes with just one look?
He was looming over her and she kissed him as she felt their bodies press together delightfully, skin against skin. He feels so good just with his chest against mine. How will the rest of it feel? She gasped as his hand went between her legs, fingers gently moving over her folds. Don't stop. He kept moving his fingers in a rhythm she seemed to appreciate and then he moved to touch her clitoris firmly. "Oh God!" It was almost inevitable when her orgasm came crashing down around her. He didn't give her much time to recover, instead he entered her quickly, making her moan again as their bodies were finally joined.
This feels so right. She feels so perfect. He waited until her eyes flickered open and then started moving inside her as her hips raised, trying to feel more of him. It didn't last long. Too many years or want had passed for either of them to draw it out.
"I can't hold back," Harry admitted, kissing her lips briefly.
"Then don't," she said with a smile which turned into a sigh of pleasure as he pushed into her deeper. He reached down and touched her again, wanting them to both come together. Within moments he wasn't disappointed and he gripped her shoulder as he came at the same second as she did.
Completely exhausted Harry collapsed on top of her, before realising he was probably squashing her. Find the energy to move, you idiot. He rolled away from her slightly, but made sure they were still joined. Ruth kissed him again with her eyes closed as she drifted off into a satisfied sleep.
I love you. A thought mirrored by them both before unconsciousness took them.