“May I dance with you?” her lilting voice yelled over the music.
“Please.” I stepped closer, my knees knocking against hers and she placed a leg between mine, a hand clasping the back of my neck, another on my chest, just above the swell of my breast, a grin spreading across her face. I inhaled her sandalwood scent mixed with some kind of floral shampoo. I pulled her closer. I wanted her with a selfish desire that could eat her whole.
The non-grieving me would’ve been too chicken-shit to do anything. She would’ve avoided eye contact, pretended not to see this exquisite creature, but this animalistic part was in charge and she wanted it all. She wanted every last drop of physical pleasure she could get her hands on.
I wanted her everything. I touched her hips, the curve of her waist, the expansion of her ribcage and slid my hands down her back and over her juicy peach of an ass.
“What’s your name?” she asked, her lips so close to my ear my skin buzzed, like the fluttering of hummingbird wings.
“Michelle! What’s yours?”
“I’m Ruby.” She trapped my leg between hers, my crotch grinding on her upper thigh.
She let go and danced around until she was behind me, her hands sliding down my thighs as she kissed my neck. I felt her teeth on the top of my shoulder.
I reached behind me, sliding my hand over her hair, down to her neck, holding her there, relishing the feeling of her against me. I had been so wrapped up in that hospital room with worry and grief that I had forgotten how the simplest of pleasures, someone’s body against mine was absolutely exquisite.
I turned around and kissed her bee-stung lips.
Her mouth, touch and warmth told me I was still here. My heart was still beating and I could have what I wanted.
She matched my greediness and held me tightly her nails digging into me and I felt she was as touched-starved as I was.
“Come home with me. Right now.” she said, hands digging into my waist, her eyes lively, and excited.
I went for her cunt, as soon as we walked through the door, lips pressed together, tongues tangled. I rubbed her against the tight shiny fabric of her high-waisted pants. She slid her hands over my chest, running her thumbs over my nipples until they stiffened.
Being forward was not my strong suit. I’d never been with a woman. But I didn’t give a fuck about anything right now, but her mouth, her body and every way I could have it.
My neediness drenched my jeans as she pulled the neckline of my low-cut black top and licked me over the lace of my bra. I watched her teeth pull at my little nipple over the fabric as I grabbed a handful of her hair, pressing her to me.
Her soft smallness, her little bird bones, and the scent of her skin mixed with her sweat had me wanting to pour her into a glass and drink her. My expanding desire was reaching, clutching, licking, biting and exploring.
She shoved her hand into my jeans, grinning when she met my skin instead of underwear as I focused on her cleavage. She found me ready for her as she lightly danced around my clit with the tip of a finger.
“Tell me what you want.” she whispered.
“Your mouth. I want it everywhere. I want my pussy licked carefully and my nipples sucked hard. I want to fuck your fingers, your face, your cunt and then, I want you to sit on my face while I eat you.”
“Greedy little slut.” she said against my lips.
“You asked for it.” I replied, pulling off my top, unhooking my bra, then going after her pants.
I didn’t care if how I touched her was sloppy and inexperienced. I didn’t care about doing it perfectly, I wanted to feel my way into her. I wanted to fuck myself clean of the grief-splattered debris that had settled onto me like a film of dust I didn’t know how to escape.
She removed her pants revealing a tiny cotton g-string, and tossed them onto the couch. “Let’s lie down.” she said heading toward a half open door next to the bathroom.
I followed her, my eyes fixated on her hour-glass shape, the roundness of her ass as she pulled me into the bedroom.
“These should come off.” she yanked me to her by the waist of my jeans. “Turn around and bend over.”
I enjoyed being told what to do. It was a welcome reprieve from wondering if I was doing the right things as Molly’s comatose body lay on the hospital bed. Was I being supportive enough to her family? Kind enough? Was I crying enough? Why wasn’t I crying more? Shouldn’t I show that I love Molly, and crying is an expression of that love? Should I be sharing my feelings or keeping them to myself?
All these questions had been swirling around me until now, with Ruby dictating my actions.
I rested my forearms on the bed as she got onto her knees. I felt the heat of her breath against my skin as she pulled my jeans down excruciatingly slowly exposing my swollen pussy lips.
She licked from clit to asshole, then massaged my tender flesh with her tongue. She spread me wider with her fingers and continued like a cat daintily licking milk from a bowl.
I closed my eyes, wanting to jam my cunt into her face. I wanted this pleasure to take hold of the hurt, and melt it away. I wanted the sensation to override the images in my head, Molly’s oxygen being reduced, the life support plug getting pulled…
Ruby pulled my jeans down to my ankles and I stepped out of them as she grabbed a handful of my ass. I laughed and pulled her onto the bed with me.
She took her top off revealing an emerald bra. I slid my hands over her breasts, noticing a little star tattoo on her side, in the middle of her ribcage that looked like a line drawing. “I like this.” I ran my fingertips over it.
“My star? Thanks. My sister has a matching one on her back.” she said while tracing my nipple with her thumb. “I like these.”
I kissed her belly, bit into her ribs, her hips and pressed my mouth between her legs. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her to me as her hands pushed through my hair, fingers opening and closing around fistfuls of my hair. I licked and kissed her inner thighs, the space between her cunt and asshole, then back up to her belly, kissing my way up to her chest, her mouth.
She slid her hands down my back and over my ass. Her touch was firm and definitive. It was as if she already knew the map of my landscape, already intuited what I needed. I dug into her, my slippery mouth making out with her nipples. We pulled, grabbed and bit each other. I shoved my thigh between her legs, our pussies grinding on each other.
I climbed on top of her, squeezed her breast then smacked it. Her eyes lit up and she said “Again.” I did it, delighting it the stinging of my hand, and the reddening of her skin.
“Yes. More please.”
I slapped her other one until her skin turned just as pink then pushed her over onto her stomach and got on top of her, riding her ass while I sucked her earlobe, and kissed her neck. She pressed up onto her forearms and kissed my mouth while her hips bucked against me.
I was close to coming when she stopped and rolled me off of her. She turned around and backed up until she was inches from my face. I licked her as she placed her tongue tip on my crevice, making little circles with it, her hands digging into my legs.
I ate and was eaten. She sucked my clit as my tongue swirled around her opening, dipping into it, teasing, before placing my lips against her, slipping along her wet skin.
She spent time on each side of me, licking and gently sucking. I wanted to come all over her mouth, I wanted to crash and burn as I cried out against her open pussy lips.
She pushed two fingers inside of me. I dragged my tongue over her in slow, broad strokes as my body downed her fingers. She pulled them out, and in again, increasing the pressure of her tongue on my clit.
I writhed against her face, until I came, my orgasm radiating out of me, swallowing me whole as I yelled. My muscles tensed, shoulders squeezing as surges of pleasure burst through my hips, and tears slid down my cheeks. I sobbed and shook as I slowed to a stop, a heap of exhausted limbs on her.
“Hey. What’s the matter? Are you alright?” Ruby asked concern furrowed her brow.
I climbed off and turned to look at her, wiping my eyes. “I’m ok. I just, um, yeah. I guessed I needed that.”
I wasn’t going to tell her about Molly. I didn’t want to get my grief on her. It wasn’t something I knew how to talk about yet.
She pushed my hair off my shoulder. “There’s nothing you want to talk about?” she looked at me expectantly.
I shook my head. “Not unless it involves your pussy.”
Ruby held on for a beat longer, silently giving me one more chance to say something, to speak up and pour myself out again. I almost took the bait. I was really close to saying something but I wanted to hear her come. My sadness would linger for a while, maybe forever, but this woman, I wouldn’t see her again.
“In that case, c’mere.” Ruby pulled me on top of her and pressed herself to me. I spread my legs wide and sat up, my pussy lips encompassing hers.
“Yes!” she breathed, as she stretched one arm overhead, planting her palm on the wall for leverage, and resting her other hand on my waist.
I glided my hands over her chest again before taking her nipple between my thumb and index finger, rolling it back and forth.
I worked her cunt with my own, swaying my hips back and forth on her. I leaned forward, my nipples brushing her body.
“Keep going. Don’t stop.” she said, squeezing her eyes shut.
I watched her lovely face, her thick parted lips, the ragged breath escaping her, those impossibly long lashes. It was the change in her breath, and grabbing of my thighs that let me know. She came almost silently, save for a few moans.
She held me, her breath slowing down and steadying. I waited until she fell asleep before I left.