Page 9 of Ruby’s Outback Love

“Phil?”

Ruby’s concerned voice snapped me back to the present. I’d parked in a space at the motel, switched off the motor of my truck and fallen into thought for a moment. Ruby had opened my door and stood studying me curiously. I made a move to leave the vehicle and she stepped back.

“Sorry, I was a million miles away.”

“So, I noticed, have you changed your mind about being here with me?”

I closed the door, locked it and gathered her hands, she gazed up at me.

“God, no. There is nowhere else I want to be and no one else I want to be with.” Come on, let’s get booked in.

Ruby relaxed and linked her fingers with mine as we headed to the reception desk. I’d booked a room earlier, so it was only a matter of grabbing the key. Kate, a girl from school and a part time receptionist, smiled as we entered. I signed a book she turned towards me, paid with my credit card and she handed me the key to room number four.

After thanking her, Ruby and I were free to go – there were no twenty questions about how I was doing, for which I was grateful. We returned to the truck and I grabbed our overnight bags from the back seat while Ruby headed inside.

I found her in the middle of the room, studying her surroundings. The room was cosy and clean, I’d been here before so I’d known it would be.

A large bed with a wooden frame was positioned against a white painted wall. Two matching wooden bedside tables adorned each side, one held a digital clock. Two lamps were fixed above, switches were within easy reach when customers were ready for sleep. A large painting depicting Bourke and the Darling River hung in the centre.

The carpet was grey, quite a change from the brightly coloured carpet in the restaurant. There was a small wooden table with two vinyl chairs in a corner to the right of the door.

Against a brick feature wall was a kitchen type bench which housed a television set, beside this was a small two door wardrobe. There was also a landscape painting on this wall.

Ruby spun around when I closed and locked the door. I dropped the bags onto the floor and stalked towards her. Her eyes widened; lips curved provocatively. My cock was performing what had to have been an award winning jig behind the zipper of my pants. It was as impatient as the rest of me to be inside Ruby, but I needed to take things slow. I wanted Ruby’s first time to be special.

I removed the handbag she was holding from her hand, stepped sideways and placed it onto the small table. Then, I gathered her in my arms, lowered my head and crushed her lips against mine.

Tilting her head, I plundered and devoured every centimetre of her mouth. I couldn’t get enough of her. I was like a thirsty man who’d been in the desert for too long and the more of her I drank in, the more I needed.

Ruby’s arms were wrapped around my neck, her soft fingertips caressing the nape and occasionally wandering to my shoulders.

The longer we kissed, the more confident she became. Fuck the woman could kiss. My body was on high alert. Nerve endings tingled. I knew this would only be the beginning for us. I knew without doubt, once I’d taken Ruby, I would want so much more. How the fuck was I going to cope while she was down in Sydney while I was in Brisbane, studying and following our career paths?

Needing air, I pulled back. When I gazed down, I locked onto Ruby’s face – her hooded eyes, kiss swollen lips almost brought me undone. She was the most beautiful woman in the world to me. I would never want anyone else.

“You’re stunning. I love you so much, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Phil.”

I brushed a quick kiss over her lips, stepped back a little and plucked open the buttons of her blouse. The soft material parted, revealing a white lacy bra. Her breasts peeked over the top – full, luscious. My mouth watered, I couldn’t wait to get both it and my hands on them.

After brushing the blouse from her shoulders, my fingers made quick work of the clasp at the back of her bra. Her beautiful breasts bounced free and as I slid the lace from her body, large chocolate brown nipples were revealed.

My dick ached behind its confinement; I knew I’d have to be dripping with want. I felt heat waft off Ruby and when I gazed into her eyes, I saw doubt. She was embarrassed and unsure of herself. Ruby had no idea how appealing she was to me but was about to find out.

“Gorgeous,” I whispered before diving onto one nipple with my mouth and the other with my fingers.

Ruby jerked and cried out, her hands locked into my head and she pushed against me. Her large nipples became hard, elongated points within seconds. Her sexy moans assured me, she enjoyed what I was doing.

As I continued to feast, I undid the button of her jeans and slid down the zipper. My hand slipped inside, and my fingers delved into her most sacred of places. As I suspected, she was warm, wet and ready.

I thrust a finger inside, muscles clamped around it. Her hands tightened on my head; moans echoed around us. As her juices flowed I slipped a second finger inside. She rocked against me, squeezing, trembling. When I fondled her clit, she flew apart.

I opened my eyes and gazed up. Her head was thrown back, lips parted on a long moan. I’d never seen anyone so responsive and beautiful.

My dick protested at being ignored, reckoned enough was enough and my control over the appendage was rapidly fading.

I brought Ruby down from her high, scooped her into my arms, threw back the covers on the bed and settled her down on the sheet.