Ruby was being entirely smug about it and that only succeeded to turn him on that much more. He moaned out softly, the warmth of her hand sliding up and under his shirt adding on to the pleasure coursing through him. Her nails sent out a sharp burn of pain. It was nothing close to the way Ruby usually went at it, what with her fingers digging into his skin like tiny daggers. The way that it was now was simple: she was teasing him. Provoking him, even. It made Sam want to have his way with her. Rough, hard, loud. He was only just barely able to keep himself from pushing her down roughly; that desire only being blocked out with the challenge of being able to accomplish what he had set out to do.
Why was it so important to him outside of pleasing Ruby? Sam supposed he also wanted to prove a point. He was rather well known by now for being impatient when it came to sex between them. Could one blame him? No. Probably not. If anyone else knew what it was like sleeping with Ruby, they'd understand the desperation. The way it was so hard to keep from giving in entirely. She was good. Plain and simple.
Ruby knew it too. That made it twice as frustrating and equally as sexy all at once.
"I can do that," Sam confirmed. He leaned deeper into the kisses at his neck, barely finding it in him to do much else. Yet, with some effort, Sam forced himself away. He turned his head to the side, greeting Ruby's mouth with a kiss of his own. It was brief. Before Ruby could make Sam lose himself again, he turned his kisses down to her throat, travelling his way down to her chest. He traced a path from one breast to the other, then looked up at Ruby with a devious little smirk. He sat upright, reached for the top button of his shirt and, very slowly, began to unbutton.