Page 92 of Ruin
One night sleeping with me and he slept the longest and best he has in a long time? Yeah, it’s hard not to feel like I might have had something to do with it.
I feel his cock twitch against my lower back, and I wriggle again, grinning when he tightens his hold further.
He groans before nipping the sensitive skin just below my ear. “Are you trying to get me to fuck you, Lily St. Clair?”
“Yes,” I reply, not bothering to hide how much I want to feel him between my legs right now.
The arm wrapped around my waist slips away, and I look over my shoulder to see him grabbing another condom from the pocket of his sweatpants on the floor.
The advantage of fucking a sex-god is that he has protection on him at all times.
He rolls it down over his hard cock before returning to spoon me, sliding his hand downwards before gripping my thigh and slinging my leg back over his legs. He finds my clit a moment later, rubbing slow circles over it while I moan.
Neither of us says anything as he continues to work my clit, eventually sliding two fingers inside me while his thumb rolls over the bundle of nerves. My breathing becomes laboured, and I bury my face into my pillow to smother my moans, not wanting Daniel to hear me.
“That’s it, Lily. Come for me,” he commands, and I shatter apart.
The orgasm is still rolling through me when he slides inside my pussy, pulling another series of moans out of me as he moves his hips slowly, and his fingers return to my clit.
His own breathing grows uneven as he picks up the pace.
Eventually, he rolls me onto my stomach. He pulls my hips up and slides back inside me, and when I turn my head, hegently pulls it back so he can kiss me while he slides his other hand beneath me to find my clit again.
At this new angle, his cock slides against my g-spot with each thrust, and I moan against his lips, feeling another orgasm building.
“So fucking responsive,” he says, sounding proud as he thrusts harder.
I can’t do anything but moan, and I give up on worrying about Daniel hearing us as Sebastian pushes me closer to my second orgasm. With our hands clasped together above my head, I feel everything tighten within me, and a moment later, I’m pulling him over the edge with me.
He rests his forehead against my shoulder as he catches his breath, before gently kissing me again when I lift my head finally.
“I can’t seem to control myself when I’m with you,” he admits, sounding frustrated.
I giggle and reach up to pat his cheek over my shoulder. “Aw, poor Sebastian.”
He grumbles under his breath and nips my shoulder. “You don’t understand. I can usually go for a long time before I come, and the times I’ve been with you, I’m coming undone within minutes.”
He pulls away, and I roll onto my back as he gets up to discard the condom. I expect him to pull on his pants and say he has to go. But he surprises me, returning to the bed, and pulls me into his side once more.
“That must be driving you crazy,” I reply with a smirk as I kiss his chest.
“It is. I guess I’ll just have to accept that when I’m buried inside you, everything is different.” He trails his fingers up and down my spine, and I close my eyes, allowing myself just to enjoy this moment between us for a few quiet minutes.
I eventually lift my head to gaze at him. “Well, you can always fuck the others when you need to draw it out.”
His expression shifts, and he raises an eyebrow. “Was that your not-so-subtle way of bringing up me sleeping with others?”
“I definitely wasn’t going for subtle. Just wanted you to know that nothing needs to change. I really am okay for you to continue sleeping with whoever you want. Just as I’m happy to have the freedom to explore, if I choose to.”
He reaches up to cup my cheek. “You’re not going to push for us to define whatever this is between us?”
I shake my head as I smile at him. “No. It’ll eventually define itself, if that’s how it’s meant to go. I know how I feel about you, and I’m working out how you feel about me. I don’t need more than that right now.”
He scans my face as his thumb slides back and forth over my cheekbone. “You really mean that, don’t you?”
“Yes. I don’t want you to change to be with me. And I’m not interested in entering another relationship that is defined by rules and jealousy. I spent too many years in one of those and am only just finding myself again.”
He pulls me down to kiss me, and I go willingly, sighing against his lips. The kiss is soft and tender, and I rest my forehead against his once it’s over.
