Page 161 of Ruins
My mouth finds her breast again, tongue flicking, sucking, teasing, as I work her over, as I push her closer and closer to the edge.
“Good,” I murmur against her skin, rewarding her honesty. “I want you to think of me.Onlyme.”
A cry escapes her as I plunge deeper, her walls clenching, her body begging for more.
I capture her lips once more, our tongues tangling in a heated kiss as I drive her higher, my fingers working her into a desperate frenzy.
“Tell me youneedme,” I command against her lips, my pace quickening, sending her spiraling.
“I...” She stiffens, her body breaking as her orgasm slams into her.
She tries to speak, tries to form the words, but another wave crashes over her, stealing them from her lips.
I watch her come undone, my fingers working her through it, my cock straining against my pants, aching to replace them.
As the last shudders ripple through her, she lays beneath me—wrecked, chest rising and falling, her skin glistening with sweat under the moonlight.
Finally, she breathes the words.
“I do… I need you.”
Her confession rips through me, setting me ablaze with a need so deep I can barely breathe.
I pull my fingers from her soaked core, her soft whimper only spurring me on as I bring them to my lips—sucking them clean, savoring her perfect taste, my eyes locked onto hers.
She shudders.
A gasp escapes her lips as I push my pants down, my cock springing free, thick and aching for her. I position myself between her legs, the head of my cock dragging against her soaked entrance, teasing.
Her legs wrap around my hips, pulling me closer, making it impossible to resist.
I groan against her lips, ready to take what’s mine—
Then, a fucking phone rings.
The sharp, jarring sound cuts through the air.
I ignore it.
I claim her lips, her body, letting her feel exactly how close she is to finally being mine.
But the ringing persists.
Annoying. Unrelenting.
Someone is going to fucking die.
“Fuck, my phone,” I growl, my forehead dropping to hers, my breath ragged. The sound is a stark reminder of the world beyond this room, beyondher.
A world I want nothing to do with in this moment.
Sensing my withdrawal, she clings to me tighter, a soft moan slipping from her lips as she nuzzles into my neck. “Ignore it,” she pleads, her voice warm and pleading against my skin.
I almost do.
But then comes the knock.
My grip on her tightens. My jaw clenches.
