The way he’s gripping my chin is possessive, and the way he’s staring into my eyes is intoxicating. My mind can barely focus on anything except the reaction in every cell of my body.
The front of his pants is as hard as a solid brick wall. His lips crash against mine in an instant, his body pressing me back into the marble island as I struggle to keep hold of myself.
“Fuck, Avalee. That feels good,” he moans as I cup his hardness, squeezing gently, listening to the way his breathing changes with every movement of my hand. His own hand trails down between us, sliding under the waistband of my skirt, and I whimper as his fingers find my panties. “So wet. All forme.”
“Yes,” I murmur.
A groan utters forth from somewhere deep inside him, and he pushes my panties aside, his fingertips tracing the lips between my legs. “My Virtue. My other half.” His fingers find my swollen clitoris. The possessive growl I feel rumbling through his whole body is met with a squeezing of the hand between my legs, and my mind drifts for a moment. “It’s perfect,” he says. “You’re perfect.”
I feel him thrust his cock against my hand, and I grip it hard, making him grunt as his mouth goes to my jaw, kissing the flesh, moving back, teeth gripping my earlobe. “Ruin, please.”
“Tell me what you want, babe.”
“I want…” My mind loses focus as he drags his hand out from under my skirt.
“So sweet,” he says as he brings his fingers to his lips and sucks. “What do you want, babe? Tell me.”
“I-I want your h-hands all over me.”
“Like this?” he asks, and before I can ask what he means, he grips the two halves of my blouse and pulls it apart, buttons flying everywhere as it rips down the center, exposing me to the air.
I gasp as I hear the click of a button landing on the tiled floor, skidding across and under a chair. Another pings against something hard behind us. I’m bared to him, just the thin black lace of my bra between us, but I don’t care. My nipples feel as hard as bullets, and I watch his eyes dart down my chest, taking me in all the way to my hips. I arch my back, biting into my bottom lip as I pull my shoulders back, displaying myself to him.
“Yes, babe,” he murmurs, his head dropping down. I feel his teeth on the inside of one breast, his hand suddenly cupping it, feeding it into his mouth. “You’re amazing.” He pinches my nipple through the thin fabric of my bra, and I feel it tighten to a solid point.
“I want you.”
“You want what?”
“I want your…” I gulp back the nerves, the neediness, the urge to just fall into moans and whimpers. “Your cock,” I say.
He laughs. “You want this, huh?” He grabs my wrist and guides my hand back to the length beneath his jeans. I feel it, barely contained, eager to get out to me.
I grab gently, squeezing and hearing him groan. “I want you inside me.”
“Here? No, babe, you’re not ready for that. I want it too, but—”
“Please…” I beg.
“Mm. First, you need my tongue.” His tongue traces a route between my breasts. I feel its warmth on my flesh, the coolness it leaves behind. His mouth moves down my body, over my stomach, and I groan and raise my hips, letting his fingers hook into the waistband of my skirt, and with a tug, I feel it pulled down over my ass. I’m nervous at the thought that all that’s between us is the impossibly thin cotton of my panties as we’re meant to be having a final look at the house we don’t even own, but my nerves are forgotten when his talented tongue continues its route down. I feel the waistband lowered farther, and I clench my eyes closed at the thought of us being caught here. All of me on display.
I hear Ruin take a deep breath through his nose as his tongue tickles the strip of hair along my mound. “Yes, Avalee, that’s beautiful,” he says as my panties are pulled down completely and I’m bared. He glides a fingertip along my wet pussy lips, and I gasp. “I’m going to make you come so hard, babe, and I’m going to take as much as you can give me because I don’t want to waste a drop. I want to hear you scream my name. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.” I nod.
“I want you to scream it, Avalee. You’re an angel, so beautiful, and I want to hear your voice when you’re out of control.”
“Yes.”
He has no need to worry. When his tongue touches my swollen clit, my voice is no longer my own. It belongs to him. The sudden sensation as he swirls that tongue around my lower lips and over my hot nub makes me lose control, a gasping mewl escaping my mouth as I open it wide and struggle for breath.
“Ruin!” I cry as his tongue enters me. He adds a finger, and a whimper rumbles from my chest. “Please!”
“Let go, babe. I’m right here. Give me what you’ve got.”
I feel the tingling sensation a moment later as I shout his name and hear him groaning, his tongue still tasting me, his fingers moving in and out, his thumb stroking my clit as I release in waves. My body is racked with need, trembling, clenched tight as my orgasm rips through me. I nearly shatter in his arms. His teeth graze my clit and drag over my lips, and that sends another jolt of sensation up through my body.
“Ruin…I can’t take any more. Please…” I beg, breathless.
