Page 207 of Ruins
“I—” she stammers, trying to push herself up, but I gently press her back down, covering her with my body before she can protest.
I silence her with a kiss.
Soft at first, coaxing, but deepening when she melts beneath me, surrendering.
“Just lie back,” I whisper against her lips, tasting the quickened rhythm of her breath. “Trust me.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows hard, trying to relax.
And fuck—
The sight of her beneath me, flushed, eager, despite the nervous tension in her body, sends a sharp pulse straight to my cock.
I kiss my way down her neck, lingering to suck lightly at her pulse point. A sharp gasp escapes her, her fingers curling into the sheets beneath her.
“Easy,” I soothe against her skin before moving lower.
Her nipples are already pebbled, hard and aching as I circle one with my tongue.
Her gasp turns into a moan, then a whimper, as I tease her, suck her, drag my teeth lightly across the sensitive bud before soothing it with a broad stroke of my tongue.
My other hand trails light, lazy circles around her other breast, pressing just enough to make her squirm, to make her writhing, breathless, needy.
“Santo…” she whispers, and fuck.
The way she says my name, reverent, pleading, surrendering, nearly sends me over the edge.
But this isn’t about me gettingmytaste.
This is about her.
Worshipping my wife in the way she deserves.
My hand trails lower, past the soft dip of her stomach, until I reach the apex of her thighs. She jerks up at the first brush of my fingers against her clit.
“Still sensitive?” I ask, lifting my head to meet her gaze.
Her chest rises and falls erratically, her cheeks burning. “Yes,” she breathes. “But don’t stop.”
The corner of my mouth lifts into a wolfish grin.
That’s my girl.
I circle my finger around her clit again, slow, deliberate; watching as her thighs tremble, her lips part, her brows pull together in sweet agony.
She’s soaked.
So fucking wet for me.
A deep, satisfied groan rumbles from my chest.
“Such a beautiful mess you’ve made,” I praise removing my hand to a distressed whimper. My mouth follows the path my hands took, trailing kisses down her stomach.
Her breath hitches.
I graze my lips along the sharp dip of her hip bone, my tongue darting out to taste the skin there.
A violent shudder rips through her.
