Round Two

Ruby stays seated on your lap, the thick length of you still buried inside her, soft internal muscles giving occasional lazy clenches around the slowly softening shaft. She brushes a strand of hair from her face and looks at you with that same mix of innocence and open hunger, the earlier frustrations with her husband still colouring her voice.

“Can you go again?” she asks, quiet and direct. “I’m hoping that was just the first taste. I’ve been thinking about this cock for months. I want to feel it get hard inside me again. I want to ride it until my legs shake. I want to know what it feels like when you are not already on the edge, when you can actually fuck me properly instead of just filling me.”

She rolls her hips in a slow, testing circle, the exquisite heat of her cunt dragging along every sensitive inch. The movement is deliberate, almost experimental, as if she is mapping the exact shape of you while you are still soft enough to feel every contour. Her hands settle on your shoulders for balance. The soft clothes she never fully removed hang open or pushed aside, the athletic lines of her body on full display in the low light of the living room.

“I used to lie next to him and imagine this exact moment,” she continues, voice low and earnest. “Imagining you stretching me. Looking at me the way you are looking at me right now. Getting hard again just because I asked. My husband finishes and rolls over. I want the opposite. I want you to stay inside me until you can’t help getting stiff again. I want to feel every inch of it growing while I talk to you. While I tell you how empty the last year has been. While I show you how much I can take once you are ready.”

She keeps the slow grind going, soft and insistent, the wetness from your first release easing the way. Her free hand drifts down between your bodies, fingers finding the base of your cock where it disappears into her and stroking the remaining exposed length with light, encouraging pressure. The combination of her words, the lingering solidarity of two people who have been starved of the same thing, and the living heat still wrapped around you begins to work. You feel the first faint twitch of returning interest, the thick shaft starting to swell again inside that exquisite grip.

Ruby notices immediately. A small, pleased sound leaves her throat. She leans in closer, perfume and the scent of sex rising between you, and keeps talking in that same soft, filthy register while her hips continue their unhurried circles.

“That’s it. I can feel you. Keep looking at me. I want to watch your face while it happens. I’ve not had a man get hard inside me in so long I almost forgot what it felt like. Don’t rush it. Let me work it. Let me earn the second round. I want to feel you stretch me out all over again, slower this time, deeper, until I forget there is anyone else in either of our houses.”

The quiet living room holds the soft wet sound of her moving on you, the low continuous stream of her need, and the steady, deliberate way she is coaxing the thickness back to full hardness from the inside. Your cock continues to swell under the attention, the earlier release already becoming nothing more than a first course, while Ruby stays seated and determined, clearly intent on proving that the first climax was only the beginning of what she came here to take.