Sam's mouth connected with Ruby's neck again. The kisses he left her with were soft and easy - much, much easier compared to what he usually dished out. Sam was capable of gentle. He rarely chose to exhibit it with Ruby herself, but he could pull it off. Sometimes.
He found her chest again. Kissing, biting, sucking. It was a momentary visit this time; that wasn't his final destination and he figured that they both knew it by now. Sam lifted his waist up and slid down a bit further on the bed, still doing well to hover over her so that she knew that he wasn't going anywhere. Even if that would have been one good way to make her beg. Get up and pretend to leave. As amusing as the concept was, Sam knew that he'd never have it in him to pull it off. He'd probably get slugged for it before the begging came. And Ruby? She had a mean right hook. He'd pass on that one, thanks.
One hand slipped up behind her knee, grasping on long enough for him to pull it wide. Better access. Sam officially had it.
Fingers soon buried themselves between her legs, feeling out the spaces that he knew would make Ruby hungry for more. Sam didn't kiss her this time. He remained situated where he was further down, sitting upright too far away to even get close to her own mouth, with his eyes forced upward to focus on the reactions that he'd be inspiring. He needed to watch while he could.