Page 97 of Ruin Me Gently

I shifted, gritting my teeth as the pressure in my cock became unbearable. It strained against my zipper, already leaking, already aching. I needed relief. Needed to grind against something,anything, just to take the edge off.

But I wasn’t going to touch myself. This was about her. Not me.

Her breath hitched as she trailed her fingers over the fabric covering her sternum.

I tracked every movement, every tiny reaction.

I was going insane.

Then her fingers slipped lower, tracing over the soft patch of hair before parting herself, revealing glistening, flushed skin.

Gesù Cristo.

I swayed forward, hands bracing on my thighs, muscles locked so tight they ached.

My mouth dried. My cock throbbed, kicked against my zipper, punishing me for not palming it through my slacks.

But I didn’t move. Didn’t so much as blink.

Because—fuck, look at her.

She hesitated for a fraction of a second, then pressed her fingers to her clit, skating over it slowly in soft circles.

A moan slipped from her lips, quiet, breathy, and my cock pulsed so hard I almost doubled over.

She shifted, thighs clenching, squeezing together then parting again, giving me an even clearer view of how wet she was.

“I need you. Please,” she said, breathlessly.

If I thought I was barely holding it together before, that destroyed me.

I leaned over her, lips finding hers. She was still touching herself. Right there, beneath me, fingers still working between her thighs, still chasing it while I kissed her like I wanted to crawl inside her.

The slow drag of her wrist brushed my stomach with every movement, every wet, shuddering slide of her fingers.

I couldn’t take it.

My hand shot down, closing around her wrist gently, stilling her. Her breath caught, a little gasp against my mouth, and I barely managed to rasp out, “I think I’ve got it now.”

I’d asked her to teach me, and now, it was my turn.

I’d imagined this. Dreamed about it. Woken up aching, skin burning with the ghost of something I’d never actually felt.

But now? Now, she was mine to please.

My breath caught, something thick and guttural locking up in my throat as my fingers slid lower, finally—finally—finding her.

Oh, cazzo.

So wet. So, so, soft.

My jaw clenched, entire body locking up as I exhaled through my nose, fighting back the groan that wanted to tear out of my throat.

I needed to hear her first.

I dragged my fingers up, mirroring the same, slow deliberate circles she’d made over her clit, pressing just enough, just right.

She made a small, broken noise, hips lifting up into my touch.

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