It only got better as she kept going. Sam's fingers clung to the back of her head tightly, almost as if he were afraid to let go of her out of fear that she'd stop. But Ruby wasn't going to stop. That was the catch, wasn't it? She was going to keep going without any trouble at all. No breathing. That was what she had said. And the thought alone made Sam moan her name, his shoulders pressed down firmly against the bed as he lifted his hips and thrust upward in desperation. The painful, yet surprisingly pleasant thing about this was that he wasn't in control here. Not as much as he preferred to be anyway. Ruby was going at the speed that she thought was best, just as she was taking him on - fuck, she really was taking him on - to the depths that she felt most comfortable with. It was an exciting realization, knowing that he was probably the only man in the world who had a woman that was capable of getting him off like this. She was, without question, the best he'd ever had.
And Sam didn't even have to tell Ruby that. The way he was twisting and moaning against the sheets beneath him spoke loudly and clearly for him. It was the first time anyone had really ever taken him this deep before and Sam had no idea what to do with himself as a result. He couldn't think. All he could focus on was how good that this felt - all he could feel was Ruby's mouth on him, giving him more than he could have ever imagined. "I love you," Sam gasped out, his free hand twisting tightly into the sheets at his side for some level of stability. "God, Ruby, I..." He trust up against her again, releasing another low moan. "I fucking love you." He knew that with the way that she was going, he wouldn't last for much longer. It was all too much. Overwhelming in the best way possible. That was the only way to describe it.