save me - taylor swift

Ruby unbuttoned her shirt slowly, her eyes never leaving Taylor's trembling form on the bed. Taylor's legs were tight, trembling, her body glistening with sweat as she took the vibrator very well. Her fingers clenched the sheets beneath her, her breath coming out in shaky moans.

"Take off your clothes for me while I grab something," Ruby said, her voice calm, even, but laced with that dangerous edge Taylor craved. She tilted her head slightly. "Think you can do that, love?"

Taylor nodded breathlessly

Ruby offered a small smile before turning and walking toward Taylor's walk-in closet. Her footsteps were deliberate, her composure a perfect contrast to the wild, overstimulated mess Taylor was becoming.

When she returned, a small object rested in her hand—Taylor's polaroid camera.

"Is this okay?" Ruby asked gently, holding it up, her tone softer than expected—checking in, making sure.

Taylor arched her back in response, her legs spreading wider on instinct. She nodded, her mouth too busy with moans to form words.

Ruby increased the vibrator's speed, watching as Taylor's entire body jerked with the sudden surge of sensation. The timing was perfect. She snapped a photo just as Taylor's head fell back, her eyes rolled up, and her mouth hung open in a silent cry—completely naked, her body glistening, her legs spread open around the toy that Ruby had been teasing her with all night.

As the photo began to develop, Ruby muttered a curse under her breath. "Fuck, you look good like this." She slipped the photo into her blazer pocket—one to keep. One just for her.

By the time she returned to the bed, Taylor was already starting to tear up from the intensity. Her lips trembled, her body twitching, her thighs shaking with each wave the vibrator sent through her.

Ruby stripped quickly, tossing her shirt to the floor before kneeling between Taylor's legs. She leaned over her, one hand rubbing slow, steady circles on Taylor's swollen clit while the other hand gripped the vibrator and began pumping it in and out, deep and deliberate.

Taylor let out a cry, her moans growing louder as she clung to the sheets with one hand and to Ruby's shoulder with the other. Her hips bucked with every stroke, her mouth spilling helpless sounds.

"You're doing so well, baby," Ruby whispered, her voice velvet-smooth.

Taylor was right on the edge—Ruby could feel it. But just when she was about to fall, Ruby pulled the vibrator out and took her hand away, making Taylor gasp from the sudden loss. Her body arched off the bed, chasing the pleasure, a sob catching in her throat.

"Ruby—please—"

But Ruby was already moving. She lifted Taylor's leg and slotted her thigh between hers, pulling Taylor's other leg around her waist. Their bodies aligned perfectly, clits pressed together, heat meeting heat.

Taylor gasped at the new position, her whole body lighting up from the sudden friction. "Oh—fuck—" she moaned, already rolling her hips to grind against Ruby's soaked center.

Ruby hissed through her teeth, her grip tightening on Taylor's leg as she matched her rhythm. "That's it," she whispered. "Just like that."

She leaned down, kissing Taylor through the growing tremors, their mouths messy and desperate. Taylor tried to keep the kiss, but the intensity between her thighs had her whimpering into Ruby's mouth, the rhythm turning frantic.

They kept grinding, faster, harder—slick, needy, almost feral. Ruby rolled her head back with a groan, the muscles in her stomach flexing as the pleasure overtook her.