*Warning: It gets heated y'all. For those who don't read smut, you can skip the end of this chapter!*

Ruth rubbed her swollen belly, groaning softly as she leaned her head against Raffo's shoulder. She hated how delicious dinner had been with Auntie Dee's famous NDN tacos. In the few years following Ruth's exit, Auntie Dee had run a successful family-owned restaurant downtown. Raffo visited her every once in a while, for seeing him didn't garner such a reaction, but when she laid eyes on Ruth, recognition and glee shot clear across her eyes like a shooting star. They had only met once at the powwow three-and-a-half years prior, their first actual date together really, but that didn't matter. The woman knew exactly who she was and wasted no time in wrapping her skinny arms around Ruth's frame, eager to squeeze the life out of her.

As soon as Auntie Dee pulled away, she demanded them to sit down so she could feed them enough to last the winter. Only then was she satisfied and left them alone while she tended to her other customers.

Raffo wrapped his arm around her back to help support her and massaged the side of her hip, causing her to release a gentle sigh of relief. He asked her if she was ready to head back to the apartment after their successful date, and she agreed. They both stood up, said their goodbyes and promises to return, and made their way back to the apartment.

Raffo grabbed the pumpkin from the trunk and followed Ruth over to the elevator. "Sooo, when are we gonna carve it?" Ruth questioned, curiously.

He shrugged. "Whenever. We'll have to get the stuff for it first."

"Okay," she agreed. She made a mental note to run to the store to grab the tools from a grocery store somewhere. "And um—thanks for the date today, Raff. I really needed it."

His lips curved and he followed her into the then opened elevator. "Of course."

Ruth hesitated for a moment after pressing the floor to his apartment. "I had a lot of fun. More fun than I've had in a while."

And it was true. Ruth and Emily had been working too much at different schedules sometimes to go out on many dates. They did in the beginning, but life always got in the way. It wasn't meant to be an excuse. Dates just weren't a priority.

Still, Raffo looked pleased. "Yeah?" he asked softly, his smile crooked and—oh so handsome.

She smiled back shyly, her arms folding behind her back. "Yeah."

"Come here, aiukli," he murmured.

She wasted no time in closing the space between them. Raffo leaned down and greedily captured her full lips, capturing the sweet sigh lacing between them from her sugary kiss. The honey from the frybread was still sweet on her tongue, and Raffo wasted no time in taking the flavor for himself when the elevator doors opened.

They broke apart long enough to rush to his apartment door and unlock it before ushering inside. Raffo had barely put the pumpkin down and locked the front door when Ruth wrapped herself around him. His hands dove for the sides of her curves, molding to the swell of her hips while her arms went around his neck, her fingers expertly removing his hat so she could dive them into his silky hair.

Raffo's lips had her memorized. He knew exactly how to stroke his tongue, how to move his lips in sync with hers, and how to trail his warm fingertips under her shirt in lazy circles. She whimpered against his mouth and moved closer, her heart hammering with all the emotions overtaking her body. She wanted to get impossibly closer. Kissing him was wonderful, but she needed more. She craved more.

Ruth broke away with a gasp, her eyes flying open. She caught Raffo running his tongue over his lips and something wild fluttered over his vision. She knew exactly what that look meant and if she didn't speak up soon, he was going to have her right there on the floor.

"Wait," she breathed, holding up her hand when he tried to move closer. "I need to shower first."

"I'll take it with you," he rasped, not missing a beat. Her sultry smile was all the confirmation he needed that it was okay.

All Ruth had to do was turn that tantalizing body of hers around, bend over to remove her shoes, and she had the man in the palm of her hand like putty. She didn't even notice him remove his own shoes when he hastily picked her up and took her to the bathroom.

"Raff!" She squealed, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He threw her a dark look as he closed the bathroom door behind them. "You knew what you were doing."

Raffo turned the water to his walk-in shower on scolding, Ruth's favorite temperature, before making his way to the sink. He sat her down on his marble counter top and silently looked down into her eyes, asking. She nodded, her breath hitching in her throat as he pressed his lips to hers again briefly. His fingers tugged at the hem of her shirt and she allowed him to pull it up and over her head.

He swore lowly, his gaze hungrily eating her up and setting her soul aflame. Her messy curls teased the swell of her full breasts and enhanced the protruding flesh above the material. His fingers drifted over the back of her body, easily finding the clasp and relieving the restriction of the bra so she could breathe again. The material joined the crumpled shirt on the floor.

Raffo took a second to catch his breath as his eyes roamed and marveled over her. An awe-filled glaze of lust ghosted over the rim of brown in his eyes and Ruth intoxicatingly grew dizzy from such a look. She wanted him to look at her like that forever. "I almost forgot how fucking perfect you are," he finally whispered, his gaze trailing back to her heated face.

A corner of her lip quirked up as she rolled the other corner between her teeth shyly. His eyes darkened at the action and he was suddenly all around her. His cologne flooded her senses, his hands pulling at articles of clothing until they were both naked, and his hands thoughtfully traced his fingertips along the most intimate parts of her. He pressed his eager lips to hers as she widened her legs for him, inviting him to her.

Raffo gripped her legs and pulled them around his waist with a sharp tug. He swallowed her soft whimpers and cupped her plump ass in his large hands to lift her off the sink. The sweetness of honey drew a breathy moan from her, and the feel of his muscled waist against her exposed flesh made her even wetter with need.

He pressed her body against the wall as soon as they made it into his shower. His fingers skimmed her thick thighs and traveled slowly over the dips in her hips, the skin of her sides, until they dove into her now damp curls. All it took was a clench and a tug and Ruth was ready to get dicked down in the shower.

But the fucking tease had other ideas as he removed his mouth from hers and plopped her back onto her feet. She swayed on them—hot, bothered, and irritated.

"Hey!" she protested, crossing her arms. "I wasn't done!"

Raffo's swollen lips twisted into an amused smirk as he grabbed his soap, scrubbed it along his tantalizing body with a blue loofah, and then moved under the hot water. All with Ruth impatiently huffing and puffing. "You're the one who said you wanted to shower first. So, that's what I'm doing," he said wryly.

Ruth glared at him hotly. It took every ounce of willpower not to shamelessly check out that sexy body of his that glistened deliciously. No way would she watch that water slither down the front of his carved chest and kiss him in all the ways and places she wanted to herself. Her tongue ached just imagining it.

"Raff!" Would it be childish of her to stomp her foot?

"Ruth," he whined back playfully. She wrinkled her nose at that.

"Don't call me that," Ruth pouted.

Raffo watched lustfully as she sauntered closer to where he stood under the powerful jet of the water. She slid her arms around his neck and purposely pushed her breasts against his chest, her fingers interlocking behind his head. She hardly ignored the way his breath hitched at the stiffening of her nipples on his skin and how hard he was against her stomach as she smiled sultrily up at him.

"What do you want me to call you then?" he murmured, his hands finding their way to her hips again, squeezing. He took them away from the shower and towards the soap she brought with her from Jana's. Without removing himself from her, he squirted the soap onto her own loofah-bath sponge and slowly rubbed the back of her body down.

It took her a solid minute to find her voice again.

"You already know what I want you to call me," she purred, leaning into his touch as he moved down her back.

"Do I?" he murmured, his voice silk to her ears.

"M—mhmm," she stuttered, shivering under his touch as he moved over the flesh of her backside. His free hand squeezed her flesh hard and she lost what was left of her breath.

Raffo's gaze dripped in desire, much like something else of hers. He moved forward then and pressed a warm kiss to her neck, his tongue collecting water droplets while he washed his girl clean.

"Is it aiukli?" he whispered, drawing the suds up to the sides of her breasts now. She hummed in agreement, her head falling back to grant him more access.

"What else?" she murmured low and hot.

His teeth nibbled along her jaw now. "Sexy," he all but groaned, his free hand squeezing her velvet breast in his hand. She pushed her large chest into his eager hands by arching her back and licked her lips in satisfaction when he rubbed her nipple between two fingers.

Her fingers clenched his hair tightly, and he grumbled in satisfaction.

"More," she encouraged wispily.

"Um i hullo (my love)?"

He drew her under the shower again, helping the water wash the suds from her smooth body with feather-like touches. She shuddered; though she wasn't sure if it was because of the nickname on his skilled tongue, or the way he touched her.

"Closer," she whispered.

His clean fingers moved to the soaked area between her thighs then, jostling her.

"Baby," he purred softly in her ear. He didn't even need a verbal confirmation for that one; her body said it for her. His lips coasted over the corner of hers while she fought to find her breath or her words; whichever came first. But he rendered her speechless. Especially when his fingers expertly rubbed her closer and closer to oblivion.

"You like when I call you baby?" Raffo murmured ever so softly, rubbing a circle around her clit as she propped her foot on the convenient ledge in his shower, beautifully providing him more access. All she could do was cry out in response, but that wasn't what he wanted.

"Use your words, Ruth," he demanded, running the flat of his tongue up her quivering throat.

"I—I love when you call me baby, Raff," she confessed, blissfully.

He pushed a finger into her, and she breathlessly gasped. "Good girl," he cooed, pumping her reward. If she was a river before, she was practically a waterfall now. The slick sound of him fingering her was almost too much to bear as he hit her favorite spot over and over again. Stars were already scattering her vision, her breaths picking up pace, and her need ballooning deep inside her belly. Just a few more strokes and she was sure to come undone.

Raffo pushed her body against the slick shower wall and dropped to his knees below her. She had no time for confusion as he roughly moved her leg off of the ledge to wrap over his shoulder and replaced his fingers with his tongue. Almost immediately he groaned at the taste of her, vibrating her mind, body, and soul. She all but sobbed and screamed as she came onto the tongue that was currently fucking her relentlessly. Her body pulsated and sucked his tongue further in, causing him to groan and her legs to shake.

Ruth's fingers dove into his hair and pulled him impossibly closer as he eagerly lapped her clean. It wasn't until he latched onto her clit that she knew he wasn't done getting his second dessert in.

"Oh, right there, Raff baby," she panted, watching him through half-lidded eyes. The pleasure was nearly too much for her already and she palmed her breasts to relieve the pressure. But he was ravenous, and her body was more than willing to give him what he was craving. So, she let him eat her out until she came again, that time almost as hard as the first.

Ruth needed him inside her. She didn't care that their first time together in three years would be in the shower and not in a bed. She didn't care that her body had came twice already and Raffo needed the sentiment returned. Her mind was too far gone for all that, so she thought nothing of it when she guided his mouth away from her so he could stand up again.

"Pick me up," she demanded, before he could so much as lick her essence off of his glistening lips.

Raffo didn't question her. He quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up, her back still against the wall. Ruth's legs embraced his sides, and she slowly edged her way onto his stiffness, earning a guttural groan in return. His fingers bruised her hips at the sound of her content sigh, having missed how perfect he felt inside of her. His thickness, his length, it was what wet dreams were made of.

"You feel so good, Raff baby," she all but purred, biting her lip.

Feral desire swirled in his pretty brown eyes at the name. "Fuck, your mine," he growled.

He then proceeded to milk out enough orgasms from Ruth to last a lifetime.

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