Page 50 of The Ruin
She laughs and I swear I will never get tired of that sound. “Come here,” she says.
My mouth waters as she cups her breasts, squeezing them together for me.
“Maybe I’ll just watch you for a minute,” I tell her, my voice gone husky with lust.
“What would you like to see?” she asks, her thumbs moving to toy with her nipples, tweaking and teasing in little circles until they’ve tightened into hard, beautiful peaks.
“Just keep doing what you’re doing,” I say. “That’s real good.”
She turns onto her back and rests her head on the pillow, eyes closing as her hands slide down her taut abs and between her legs. I move to pull her thighs apart and settle myself between them so I can get a better view. When she pinches her clit, I shudder along with her.
“Mmm,” she moans.
When she dips a finger lower to trace the wet lips of her pussy, my pulse kicks up another notch, my balls aching. I love watching her touch herself. I’d happily devote an entire evening to watching her get herself off. I make a mental note of that for later. Tonight, we’re both getting off. Together.
Noticing I’ve gone quiet, Brooklyn shifts to catch my gaze. “You like that?” she asks.
“I love it,” I say. But what I really mean is,I love you.
How could I not? She’s stood by me through some of the hardest moments of my adult life. She’s helped transform my family’s business while supporting me in solidifying my role in it. She’s brought my family closer together, and fits right in with Emzee and my sister-in-law. I honestly don’t know how I would have survived my father’s criminal trial without Brooklyn at my side. Even more miraculously, she convinced me to adopt Mr. Kibbles. If it weren’t for my wife’s stubborn insistence and tender heart, I’d never have even met that ridiculous little snugglebug. And now we have our own little family. The start of one, anyway.
She’s getting into it, fucking her fingers, her breath coming in little gasps, watching me watch her.
“Good girl,” I coax. “That’s it. Fuck yourself. Get yourself off.”
I trail my fingers over her inner thighs as they flex, savoring the silken feel of her skin. When she moves her hand away to stroke her clit again, I can’t hold back any longer. I dive in and lap at her cunt, savoring her sweet taste. My cock throbs at the sound of the moans I’m unleashing from her as I work her with my mouth. I feel her hands in my hair, tugging me closer, and I reward her with a little tongue-fucking, letting her ride my face.
“Yes,” she’s murmuring breathlessly. “Yes, fuck, yes.”
With every thrust, I know she’s getting closer to the edge. But I’m not done with her yet.
I intended to work my way toward her breasts next and take full advantage of them, but the way her pussy feels against my tongue waylays me. Both of us need to slow down. It’s a marathon, not a sprint.
“Let’s take a minute,” I tell her softly.
Pulling back, I climb up next to her and thread my fingers through her hair, working at her temples and running to the ends of the strands until her eyes are closed again and she’s practically purring. Her hair is so soft and smooth, I can’t help reveling in the feel of it. Then I trace my fingers along the side of her neck, slowly working my way around her ear and behind it, gently pinching the lobe before caressing the shell.
“That’s nice,” she murmurs dreamily.
I love how my touch makes her feel so good, that I have the power to bring her pleasure with my hands alone. I take my time tracing the lines of her collarbone, her shoulders, and down her arms. Goosebumps follow in my wake. Finally, I reach her breasts. She gasps as I roll her nipples and cup her with a firm grip, flicking the hard nubs with the tip of my tongue. I take my time with her, paying attention to the quickness of her breaths, until she starts to tense up and I get the impression she’s about to jump me.
“Don’t move,” I whisper. “Please.”
“Please?” she teases. “You’re being uncharacteristically polite this evening.”
I lean down so my lips hover over hers. “Well, we are in Canada.”
She laughs. I laugh in return as I kiss her softly, fully, savoring the moment. But my intent to go slow doesn’t last long as our tongues tangle and our bodies respond to the undeniable chemistry between us, the feel of skin on skin. I devour her, covering her with my body as I deepen the kiss, pushing us both to our limits until we’re breathless. She writhes against me with a sexy eagerness that jacks my desire and heats my blood. How did I get so lucky to find a woman who matches my passion?
“Are you ready?” I ask.
“I’m always ready for you,” she answers truthfully, and I realize I just can’t get enough of this woman.
I feed my cock into her, inch by inch, drawing out the penetration just to hear her moan. Then I slide out, leaving just the tip inside her, dipping in and out with the gentlest back and forth motion until she’s dripping wet, begging for me, and I can see real emotion in her eyes.
“I need you,” she says.
“I need you too,” I tell her.
