She didn't think he could? Him? The man who had her belting out his name against the seat of his brothers car? Her memory was obviously failing her. But that was all right. Sam was more than happy to bring on the refresher course.
"Watch and learn," Sam said confidently, delivering a short kiss to her hand. Fingers still locked with hers, he dragged their hands down to her hip and pushed his other against the mattress. A light push left him swinging a leg over her waist and, from there, Sam craned his neck to the side, making it easier for his mouth to give Ruby's breasts the attention he believed they deserved.
Ruby might have been a demon. She might have had all the world of experience with sexual situations. Probably way more than Sam could possibly even begin to imagine, what with her age and history compared to his own. But, if there was one thing he was certain of, it was his ability to make her feel good. The hand gripping her own slowly released her fingers and slid their way over to the button of Ruby's jeans. He didn't rush himself with the process. In fact, if anything, Sam took his time. He played with the clasp for a few moments, almost making it seem as though he were fascinated with the shape of it, before he finally pushed it through the tiny hole and felt his way down to her zipper. Still, even there, he made slow, lazy work of himself. It was all part of the act.