Page 131 of Ruin
“We’re in here so much, we should have our names engraved on the door,” she says lightly. “Or maybe just have a bed moved in.”
I just stand there, taking her in. That curve of her hip against the counter. The way her hair falls just below her shoulders now, glossy under the soft lights. Every detail sears into my memory, amplifying the collection of moments with her in my brain.
She turns and nods her head toward the counter. “I believe we got this counter pretty messy a few years back when you introduced me to fisting.” She strolls casually across the bathroom and turns to me, pressing her back against the wall. “The last time we were in here, I believe you fucked me so hard right here I was afraid we’d go through the wall.”
Her eyes sparkle, and for the first time in years, I see my old Giovanna. Not stressed. Not guarded or angry. Just my sweet girl.
And I can’t hold back. I cross the room in a few steps and press into her, bending my knees so I can look her in the eye, then pull her into my arms. Burying my face in her neck, I crush her to me, breathing her in like oxygen. My grip is too tight; I know it. I lift her off the ground until she laughsbreathlessly.
“Tommy! I can’t breathe.”
I set her down, but I don’t let go. Not ever again. But I still can’t speak. I’m terrified I’ll say the wrong thing, break the spell, and she’ll run away from me again.
She frames my face with her hands, soft, steady. “Tommy Demonio, I really did try to forget you, to get over you and move on. But no version of me exists without you. Everywhere I went, every city, every night, I wanted you there with me. Without you, I’m never home.”
My heart cracks open, her words hitting so deep that I can’t answer. My throat locks. My chest burns. I close my eyes and bow my head, cataloging the moment, the words, her touch. I press it into my memory so I’ll never lose it.
For the first time in so long, the chaos in my brain quiets. I open my eyes and take my first deep, calm breath in a very long time. She’s watching me, her soft smile in place, and I know that she understands everything I’m thinking even without the words.
She presses her lips to mine softly. I kiss her back just as gently, melting into her kiss, sliding my hands over her body, feeling her against me.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry. For everything.” I choke out the words, and she responds by sliding her tongue against mine.
I groan softly. I can’t help digging my fingertips into her, and she does the same to me, dragging her nails along the hairline at the back of my neck. My cock hardens against her, and she sways her hips, grinding into me, her fingers threading into my hair as our kiss deepens.
Heat unfurls in us, around us, intensifying every touch,every stroke of her tongue, every shift of her body against mine. Fuck, her curves. As if she can read my mind, she presses her palms gently to my chest and pulls away from me. I step back reluctantly, unsure what she wants, but the smile is still there and it reaches all the way to her eyes.
She pushes one strap of her dress off her shoulder, then does the same to the other. Keeping her eyes locked on me, she slides her dress down over her chest, and my breath expels from me roughly. Her breasts are so big now that she has to wear a bra, and it’s so fucking sexy, a lacy thing that shows her dark nipples.
I can’t help but drop my gaze and stare as she shimmies out of her dress, revealing her rounded stomach, her wider hips and a little scrap of panties that matches her bra.
“Fuuuccckkkk,” I breathe. I drop to my knees and run my hands down the curve of her ass to her hips then up the inner seam of her thighs. Her pussy is emanating heat, and when I gently drag my fingertip along the fabric of her panties, she sucks in a breath, and I can feel her dampness soaking through.
I worship her pussy with my tongue, my fingers, spreading her open for me as she whimpers, torturing her with the lightest of touches until wetness is slipping down her thighs. I get her so wet that three fingers slide inside her easily, but when I go to insert a fourth, she taps my shoulder.
“Tommy, I want you.”
Smiling up at her, I run my hands up over her curves, up to her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers, kissing every inch of her, sucking little marks into her skin, making her beg. She can barely stand by the time I rise to kiss her neck, dropping one hand from her breast to her swollen clit,and rubbing gently with a steady pressure. She throws her arms around my neck and kisses me like she needs me.
Her mouth against mine, her breath comes in ragged gasps as I keep rubbing her clit, and run my other hand over her skin around to her ass, sliding one fingertip around her back entrance.
“Please, please, please, please…”
Her begging sounds like a prayer, but I don’t relent until I feel her stiffen just before a hard, slow convulsion rolls over her body in waves.
“Oh my God, Tommy, I’m coming…” she says, her legs shaking, her arms limp around my neck. She drops her hands down my chest, scrabbling at my belt until I help her undo it. She unzips my pants and pushes me back, pointing at the floor, unable to form words. I sit down, and she immediately straddles me, pulling my hard cock to her entrance, her gaze locked on mine as she pushes me inside her. “Fuck!”
I can tell it hurts her, but she seats herself fully on me, her mouth forming a perfect circle as I hit deep inside her. Pressing her hands into my chest, she rides me, something I almost never let her do, and holy fuck, running my hands over her curves, watching her tits bounce as she takes my cock—she’s so fucking beautiful.
I let her set the pace for as long as I can, soaking in the sounds that she makes only for me, and then I take over, holding her hips still as I pound her hard from underneath her. I can’t hold back. I need her. I’ve been starved for her for so long.
“Come with me, Gi,” I whisper hoarsely. “Can you come for me, sweet girl?”
“Yes, daddy,” she chokes out as I pound into her.
I buck my hips, pistoning deep inside her and holding her still as my cock pulses, filling her pussy. Her eyes open wide as she cracks open, too, her pussy walls squeezing me as she collapses down to her forearms on my chest, her whole body quaking under my hands.
When we are both still, she softens on top of me, laying in my arms, my cock still inside her. I sit up and wrap my arms around her tight. Her breath is still ragged, her skin glowing. “I love you, Tommy.”
