Road from Ruin

Chapter Seventeen

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DELTA

Waking up next to Red is like waking up from a nap on the beach. So warm it's almost too much, but then you're hit with the delicious smell of sand, water and sunscreen. I open my eyes and look down at his hands that are wrapped around my middle. I can feel the entirety of his body pressed against my back, and his warm breath on my neck. I can just barely see the clock on the bedside table that reads 7:08 am. Apparently my body hasn't gotten over waking up monday to friday at 7 am. I peel myself gently away from the gorgeous man beside me and sneak into the bathroom. I'm greeted by an expression on my face in the mirror I don't think I've ever seen before. Makeup free and filled with the remanence of sleep, yet somehow strangely beautiful? My eyes are bright and my cheeks are flushed, I look...happy. Shaking my head I lean forward and wash my face with cold water then brush my teeth. I sneak back into the bedroom and pause for a moment to appreciate the beauty of the man in bed. He has rolled on to his back since I left and tucked one hand behind his head, revealing the large muscles in his arms. His face is scruffy and covered in scars and lines but he is so hauntingly beautiful it takes my breath away from a moment.

As I slide back in to bed a gently as possible I think back to last night how he gave me the craziest orgasm I've ever had and then put me to bed. He is as confusing as he is beautiful. I slide over and run my hand up and down his chest before his big hand wraps around me and pulls me on top of him. I settle my head against his chest and wait for him to say something but hear nothing but his deep breathing. Did he just do that in his sleep? I continue my adventure of feeling his naked body beneath my hands slowly. Over his shoulder, down his neck, across his pecks, and in to the peaks of his abs before settling at the small trail over hair that rests in the centre of his V below his hips.

I'm suddenly brought back to the feeling of my husbands hands on my hips. Holding me down. His hand on my throat touching me in a way I would have never agreed to. The thought of reaching down and bringing Red pleasure to wake him up seems like an incredible idea until I remember how I felt in that moment. Red gave me something that I have never been given the entire time I've been sexually active -- a choice. Sex in my life has always been give and take. One for me and one for him... although most times just for him. Last night Red made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world and then never asked for anything in return. Even though I wanted to return, he made sure I was aware that even though I was completely lost in pleasure, that I was in control. So as my hand rubs back and forth on his stomach I raise my head and whisper his name. He moans quietly in the back of his throat and barely opens his eyes.

"Having fun angel?" His sleepy voice startles me. His gravely voice is filled with humour and I'm suddenly very embarrassed so I move to take my hand away before his covers mine and resumes my exploration. "Keep doin what you're doin baby, love your hands on me." He says putting his head back down on the pillow and closing his eyes.

"I...I wanted to make you feel good last night and I woke up still feeling that way...why did you stop so abruptly last night?" I ask, my voice laced with insecurity.

"Fuck angel," he sighs before sitting up and grabbing both my hands "you're not ready. You think you are and I don't want to tell you how you feel but... I think you're not ready. I just wanted you to know how much I want you, I didn't want you to doubt the way I feel about you but when I have you, you're going to give yourself to me fully. I don't think you can give me that when you're still married. I will never rush you, I would never want to make you feel rushed or pressured... I just want all of you." He says keeping direct eye contact the entire time. He leans forward and brushes a kiss to my lips before laying back down.

"Thank you... so if we can't have sex until I'm divorced... that's what you're saying yes?" I ask.

"Basically." He grumbles.

"Then technically I could still make you feel good... right?" I whisper peering at him beneath my eyelashes.

"When you look at me like that I'm pretty sure I'd give you anything you could ever ask for angel." He laughs. "But I couldn't let you go down on me last night because I knew I wouldn't be able to fuckin stop myself from sinking deep inside you after feeling that pretty little mouth on me. So I'm not going to make you beg, although I'm damn sure you'll beg like such a good girl -- you can have your way with me if you want to so badly." He states with another glorious laugh.

Instead of feeding in to this joke of his, I take the opportunity of approval to swing my leg over and straddle him. Rip his boxers down, lower my head and quickly suck the head of his impressive cock into my mouth. I hear his laughter abruptly stop, and be replaced with a low and long moan of pleasure. That's all I need to continue. I take a moment to appreciate the view and bring my tiny in comparison hand from the base to the tip, leaning forward to lick the little bead of precum, savouring the taste. I moan in approval and attempt to take as much into my mouth as possible. Using my hand and mouth in unison I make my way up and down his shaft before feeling his hand pushing into my hair. He grabs my hair tightly to guide me up and down in a way that isn't forceful, just secure. I pull off and lick the entire length again before sucking his balls into my mouth, loving the sounds coming from his mouth.

"Fuck angel yes." He breathes out.

I put him back in my mouth and try to take him as deep as possible, swallowing around him. He gasps and tightens his grip on my hair which just surges me on more. I take him down my throat aggressively and have to squeeze my thighs together, giving head has never turned me on this way before I feel like I could explode from a light breeze over my clit.

"Touch yourself. Put those little fingers between your legs. Make yourself cum with me." He demands. With one hand on his shaft I take the other and slowly start rubbing myself. I moan around his cock and hear him choke out a sound of pure pleasure.

"Hurry up angel." He demands. I rub faster and keep my pace going up and down his cock.

"I'm gunna fuckin cum, pull off if you don't want me shooting down your throat but you better not take your fingers off your clit until you're cumming too."

I'm already about to get off anyways but hearing his demand spurs me forward, taking his cock as deep into my throat as possible as I start to convulse around my fingers. Moaning and shaking I feel him cum down my throat, throbbing as I continue to swallow around him until theres nothing left. When I finally come down from my high, I remove my mouth from him and go to get off him and go to the bathroom. He grabs my shoulders and slams him mouth on to mine.

"Where you think you're goin?" He asks between kisses.

"I was just going to brush my teeth..." I explain shyly.

"Only thing sexier than tasting myself on your mouth is tasting that sweet pussy of yours, don't hide from me angel." He says before kissing me again deep and hard. He flips me on my back and presses on top of me. "That was the best fucking thing that's happened to me since your car broke down. I'm addicted to you angel."

"I think I'm addicted too." I say holding eye contact. No longer feeling shy or self conscious, I feel powerful. Beautiful. Desired.

He suddenly stops kissing me, gets out of bed and throws me over his shoulder.

"Red!" I scream before his hand comes down with a crack to my ass.

"Shower time baby, we got some shit to do today."