Page 247 of Ruin Me Gently

My other hand trailed down her stomach, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her underwear. Lower. Down to the soft patch of hair between her thighs.

I grabbed her top leg and tugged gently, bending her knee and draping it over my leg, leaving her slightly twisted, her back still pressed against my chest, but her body tilted just enough that she was open for me, her legs parted, perfect and exposed.

“Cazzo. There she is,” I groaned, dragging my fingers through her, circling her clit before sliding down, spreading her wetness all the way down to her asshole. “Soaking wet and I haven’t even touched you, huh?”

She jerked slightly, breath catching.

I stroked my way back up. “I’m gonna be so good for you,” I promised as I pushed two fingers into her pussy.

Her breath hitched, a tiny whimper escaping her. She rocked her hips into my hand, chasing the pressure, positioning herself against me so her thighs opened even wider.

“Yeah?” I muttered, pressing my thumb to her clit as I pushed my fingers deeper, curling them just right. “That what you need, sweetheart? My fingers fucking you while I play with this pretty clit?”

Her breath stuttered out of her like I’d knocked the wind from her lungs, her hand snapping down to grab my wrist.

“Too much?” I asked, stilling completely.

She shook her head, breathless. “No—don’t stop. I want it harder. I want more.”

“You sure about that?” I dragged my fingers out of her, almost to the tips, before plunging them back in, hard. “Because you’re already shaking.”

She pushed against my wrist, driving me deeper. “Harder. More.”

“Whatever youwant, sweetheart.” I slid my arm from beneath her neck, moving around to the front of her throat so I could feel the thrum of her pulse beneath my palm.

“Look at you,” I muttered, dragging my hand from her pussy and travelling lower, spreading her wetness down between her cheeks. “So messy.”

She gasped, hips jerking.

“Do you want that?” My voice dipped lower as I pressed the pad of my finger against her hole, not pushing in, just teasing.

She nodded, lungs hitching.

“Breathe,” I murmured. “Don’t hold it. Let it out.”

She did, and I pressed my lips to her temple. “That’s it. Don’t fight it. Let it happen.”

She was trying, her body tensing and releasing around me, unsure whether to push me out or let me in.

“Shhh,” I soothed, finger stilling. “I know it’s tight, but if you keep clenching, it’s just gonna make it harder.”

I shifted slightly, tucking her closer against me, my arm sliding from her throat to her waist.

“Here,” I murmured. “Push back against me, just a little.”

She hesitated, muscles fluttering around my finger before slowly giving way.

“There you go,” I rasped, easing deeper, my fingers pressing into her soft stomach to keep her steady. “Just like that. It’s good, huh?” I whispered, dragging my lips down the side of her face. “Feels different… better.”

I shifted us both a little, twisting her more so I had better access, and slid my finger deeper into her ass. Her hips twitched, her breath faltering. I trailed my other hand down her stomach, pressing my finger to her clit, circling soft and slow.

“You want more?” I whispered.

“Yes—yes—please—”

I pressed two fingers inside her pussy, curling them just right and moved the finger in her ass in tandem, matching their rhythms perfectly. I could feel the faintest pressure between them—the thin barrier separating both hands—and something about that, about being so deep inside her, so completely surrounded by her heat, had my cock twitching hard against her ass.

“Silas,” she whimpered. “Silas—”

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