Chapter 3 Ringless and Ruined #2
My thumb traces the subtle dip of her waist, reverent. “Every part of you,” I murmur, “was made for my hands.”
Her fingers curl into my shirt and she pulls me back down to her, cheeks flushed, eyes bright.
Our mouths meet again; hotter now, hungrier. Her lips part, tongue teasing mine, and I groan low in my throat, rolling my hips into hers.
She whimpers beneath me, hips lifting, fingers threading into my hair.
“Off,” she whispers, tugging at my shirt.
I sit back, kneeling between her thighs, and yank it over my head. Her gaze roams my chest like she’s memorizing every inch of me.
“Your turn,” I say.
She bites her lip and pulls her sweater off slowly, deliberately. No bra. My jaw tightens.
“Trying to kill me, Dea?”
“Just warming you up.”
She’s wicked and beautiful and all mine. I lean in again, kissing a path from her throat to her breasts. She arches beneath me, breath hitching as I take one perfect nipple into my mouth, sucking until her back leaves the couch.
“Santo—”
“Shh,” I murmur, switching sides, licking over her nipple before catching it gently between my teeth. “Let me taste what’s mine.”
She’s trembling now, her thighs shifting restlessly beneath me. I hook my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and underwear, tugging them down in one motion.
She lifts her hips, eyes locked on mine, pupils blown wide.
“I need you,” she whispers.
I kiss the inside of her thigh.
“You have me.”
Her breath catches as I trail my tongue down her inner thigh, then the other one. Teasing. Making her wait.
“Santo, please,” she begs, fingers tangling in my hair.
I smirk against her skin. “Please what?”
She tugs harder. “You know what.”
“Say it,” I murmur, breath hot against her perfect pussy. “Tell me what you need, Dea.”
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, pink flush spreading across her skin. “Your mouth. I need your mouth.”
That’s my girl.
I reward her honesty with my tongue, a long, slow lick through her soaked pussy. She’s already drenched, already desperate. She tastes like fucking heaven; sweet, a little tangy, and all mine.
“Fuck,” I groan, tongue flattening against her clit. The vibration makes her hips jerk.
“Santo!”
I grip her thighs and hold her open for me, spreading her wider as I suck her clit into my mouth.
She moans loudly, one hand fisting my hair, the other clawing the cushion like she’s drowning in pleasure.
She’s shaking. Wrung out already from just my mouth.
Good.
I slide two fingers into her tight little pussy and curl them upward. She clenches around me instantly, greedy for more.
“Oh God,” she gasps, head thrown back, chest arching. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
As if I could.
As if I’d ever deny her anything.
I fuck her with my fingers, steady and deep, matching the rhythm of my tongue working her clit. Her thighs are trembling against my shoulders, her breath catching with every pass of my mouth.
“You’re so fucking good for me,” I growl into her skin. “So wet. So tight.”
She’s getting close, I can feel it. She squeezes around my fingers, her thighs trying to close around my head.
“Let go,” I say. “Come for me.”
I suck harder, fingers stroking that perfect spot, and she shatters.
Gasping my name like a prayer as she comes on my tongue.
I work her through it, gentle now, licking up every drop of her release.
She tries to push me away, fingers trembling in my hair.
“Too much,” she whispers, breathless.
Her whole body is limp, flushed, barely recovered.
I press a kiss to her inner thigh, then her hip, then drag myself up her body, slow and deliberate. Her skin’s warm, glowing.
Her eyes are half-lidded and dazed, but there’s still heat there.
She isn’t done.
Not even close.
“You’re staring,” she murmurs, voice still hoarse from the high.
“You’re mine,” I say simply, dragging my knuckles down her side. “And I like looking at what’s mine.”
She reaches between us, her fingers brushing over the bulge pressing tight against my zipper.
“Then let me return the favor.”
I catch her wrist.
Shake my head once.
“No.”
“Why not?” she pouts.
I lean in, lips grazing her ear.
“Because I’m already past the edge. And I need to be inside you. Now.”
She gasps, legs parting wider.
I rise just enough to shove my pants down and free myself. The moment her eyes fall to my cock, her lips part, hungry and reverent.
“Santo…”
“You can take it,” I murmur, stroking myself slowly. “You always do.”
I grab her hips and drag her toward me. She lets out a gasp, thighs falling open, her pussy still slick and throbbing from her orgasm.
I fist the base of my cock and drag the head through her wetness, letting the tip bump her clit just to watch her twitch.
“Santo—”
“Shh. Let me in.”
I push in slowly, the head breaching her tight entrance. She’s hot and wet and pulsing around me, and it takes every bit of control I have not to lose it right there.
“Fuck,” I grit, jaw locked tight. “You feel like fucking heaven, Dea.”
Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging in.
“More. I want all of you.”
“You’ll get it,” I growl, pushing in inch by inch until I’m fully buried in her. Her body takes me so perfectly, so tight around me it’s almost unbearable.
I start to move.
Long, deep strokes.
My hips grinding into hers with each thrust.
“More,” she demands, voice wrecked. “Please.”
Her nails dig into my back, and I welcome the sting, let it ground me.
“Faster,” she begs. “Harder, Santo, please.”
I pull back, then thrust forward hard, hips slamming into hers.
She cries out, head tipping back as I set a brutal rhythm, deep, relentless, possessive. Her legs wrap around my waist, locking me in place like she never wants me to leave.
“This what you wanted?” I pant, pounding into her harder.
“Yes—thank you, yes.”
She’s perfect, each time she clenches around me, it’s like she never wants to let go.
“You take me so well,” I grit, hand curling under her thigh to change the angle.
“Fuck! You were made for me, Dea.”
“Yours,” she sobs. “Always yours.”
I reach down, press my thumb to her clit, rubbing tight circles with every thrust. She clamps down around me, close again.
“Come for me again,” I command, breath ragged against her neck. “Give it to me.”
She’s already there. Her body arches, her pussy squeezing me so tight I nearly fucking break. Her moans echo through the room as she shudders under me, completely undone.
That’s it. That’s all it takes.
I slam into her once, twice more and then I’m coming hard, buried deep, spilling inside her with a growl that tears from my chest. Her name is a broken prayer on my lips as I grind through every pulse, every twitch of pleasure, holding her close like I could fuse us together.
For a long moment, we stay like that, locked together, breathing hard, her body trembling beneath mine.
I press my forehead to hers, our breath mingling in the space between us.
Her eyes are still hazy, pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed that perfect shade of pink that only comes after she’s been thoroughly ruined.
“I love you,” I murmur, brushing my lips against hers.
She smiles, soft and sated. “I love you too.”
I pull out slowly, careful not to hurt her, and she winces slightly. “You okay?” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“Of course,” she says, stretching like a cat beneath me. “That was worth any soreness.”
I chuckle, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “My insatiable wife.”
“Your fault,” she counters, eyes twinkling. “You created this monster.”
“And I’ll happily feed it every day for the rest of our lives.” I stand, adjusting myself and pulling up my pants before leaning down to scoop her into my arms.
She squeals, arms wrapping around my neck. “Santo! What are you doing?”
“Taking you upstairs,” I say, carrying her naked form toward the staircase. “For a bath. And then maybe round two.”
She laughs, my favorite sound, pressing her face into my neck. “You’re impossible!”