Page 194 of Ruins
How bold to come into the shower with me—yet too shy to let me see her completely.
I take her hand from my lips and place it on my chest, over my heart.
I want her to know me,feel me, understand that I amhers.
I tip her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze before I dip down and kiss her deeply.
Her eyes flutter closed, her body pressing closer, surrendering.
I pull her in, memorizing the shape of her, the feel of her, wanting to hold on to her trust and her light.
My hands trace the wet, silken planes of her body, my fingers spreading over the curve of her ass, gripping, lifting her effortlessly into my arms.
She clings to me, the water falling between us, bathing me from my sins as I’m blessed by the sanctity of her lips and her body against mine.
She writhes and it makes my cock throb. The need to plunge deep inside her up against the shower wall is immediate.
I press her back on to the smooth marble wall and she gasps, her eyes opening, lids heavy, lips swollen.
Her pupils are blown wide, her blue irises nearly swallowed by the darkness of her desire.
She’s a revelation.
A beacon of purity and lust intertwined in a way that steals my breath and sets my heart aflame.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me in for another kiss that silences any remaining rational thoughts.
“Please,” she whispers against my lips, the urgency in her voice wrecking me completely.
Her hips flex instinctively, a silent beg I have no hope of denying.
Without breaking our kiss, I slide my hand between us meeting her warm, wet pussy.
She gasps into my mouth, a sound that makes me ache.
With a gentle touch, I let a finger dip between the lips of her pussy.
I find her soaked; ready for me.
I want to bury myself inside her, feel the tight clutch of her body wrapped around me.
But not yet.
Instead, I focus on giving her pleasure. I trace deliberate, slow circles over her aching clit with my thumb, feeling the sharp jerk of her hips, the way she writhes against me.
Her moans grow higher, needier, breaking our kiss.
My lips find her neck, her pulse pounding wildly beneath my tongue.
Her body vibrates in my arms, trembling from need.
I ease a finger inside her, feeling her walls pulse around me, completely drenched.
I look for any signs of hesitation. Her eyes flutter, her head falling back, lips parting in a breathless moan.
I still.
I need to hear her.
