save me - taylor swift

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They came together, bodies tense and shuddering, the sound of their gasps tangled like music in the room. Taylor's legs gave out completely, her thighs trembling as Ruby slowly untangled them.

Ruby leaned down, pressing a kiss to the inside of Taylor's thigh, then to her clit—licking, tasting, soft but relentless. Taylor let out a scream, her back arching again as Ruby's tongue worked her through the aftershocks, licking her clean and slow.

Only when Taylor collapsed back onto the bed, twitching and wrecked, did Ruby finally rise to her feet. Her body glowed in the soft light, her muscles taut, her eyes burning with hunger.

She walked over to the bag she brought earlier and pulled out the black strap-on Taylor had eyed this morning. She turned, holding it up.

"You think you can handle another round?" Ruby asked, her tone still gentle, always giving Taylor room to say no—even when every inch of her looked ready to break.

Taylor's eyes fluttered open. She stared at the toy, then up at Ruby—strong, naked, beautiful, and entirely hers.

She should say no. Her body was already wrecked, her clit still throbbing. But she didn't want to stop. Not when Ruby was looking at her like that.

She nodded slowly. "Yes," she whispered.

Ruby smiled softly and stepped closer. "That's my girl."

Ruby pulled the strap up her thighs, securing it snugly around her hips with a practiced ease. Her muscles flexed under the soft lighting, her movements sure, deliberate, dripping with dominance that made Taylor's stomach flutter with anticipation.

She walked back to the bed, leaning down to kiss Taylor softly, lips brushing with a tenderness that made Taylor's heart squeeze. Then Ruby pulled back just slightly, her thumb stroking Taylor's jawline.
"If it ever gets too much, you tell me, alright?" Ruby murmured, voice low and velvety, making Taylor feel wrapped up, tethered to her.

Taylor smiled softly up at her, eyes glassy with lust and trust. Ruby could be splitting her open and she'd still make her feel safe. That alone made Taylor's chest ache in the best way.

Ruby kissed her way slowly down Taylor's body, dragging her mouth over her heaving chest, her fluttering stomach. Every kiss was like a claim, and Taylor arched her back, chasing Ruby's mouth with breathless little sighs.

When Ruby reached her clit, she paused, sitting back on her knees. With one hand, she gripped the base of the strap-on, positioning it at Taylor's soaked entrance. Her other hand smoothed over Taylor's trembling thigh, grounding her.

Slowly, Ruby began to push inside.

Taylor screamed, her back arching beautifully off the bed, her head rolling back into the pillows. The stretch was delicious, overwhelming.

"That's it, baby," Ruby cooed, her voice like warm honey, easing the stretch as she sunk deeper inch by inch until the strap was fully inside.

Taylor gripped the bedsheets like her life depended on it, her whole body vibrating with the pleasure that shot up her spine.

Ruby gave her a moment, brushing soothing hands along her hips before starting to move—slow at first, deep and thorough thrusts, letting Taylor get used to the size. But soon, she picked up the pace, hips snapping forward harshly, forcing beautiful cries from Taylor's swollen lips.

The room was filled with obscene sounds: the wet slap of skin meeting skin, their breathless pants, Taylor's desperate moans.

Tears streamed down Taylor's cheeks, her ruined makeup smeared and glittering under the low light, but she looked devastatingly beautiful like this—completely wrecked, taken apart by Ruby.