Page 33 of Ruin Me

My pussy clenched at the please that came from his lips. It damn near destroyed me. However, now that the moment was upon me, I understood Kent’s intent. I wanted this time between us to last. I’d waited years to experience Kent’s lips against mine, and I wouldn’t squander the opportunity with a rushed crushing of lips.

Gently, I brushed against him, breathing in his air. I lowered my gaze until all I saw were his parted lips, waiting for mine. Our first kiss had been weeks ago, the memory of which had driven me wild every night since. Then our second kiss from last week only reminded me of a craving I hadn’t satisfied. Both had faded now and Kent offered me another chance to refresh my recollection of his taste and the texture of his mouth. A chance I wouldn’t let pass.

I licked his bottom lip, memorizing the firm softness as he opened his mouth wider. I tempered my desire to plunge inside, preferring to nip and savor and tease his mouth while his beard tickled my chin.

Kent gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as a moan ripped from his throat. “Little bunny, you’re killing me.”

“Shush, can’t you see I’m busy?”

Before he could respond, I slipped my tongue into his mouth. The wait had been worthwhile. The smooth texture of his tongue coaxed me deeper and the minty mouthwash combined with his natural flavor intoxicated my senses.

Kent, unable to sit through my kiss as a passive bystander, firmed his tongue and dueled with mine. It was my turn to moan into his mouth. I hugged him closer, trying to meld our bodies together as I drowned myself in him.

Once upon a time, I thought I knew what desire was. Thought all those nights of using toys to ease a tension that neverdisappeared was lust in its purest form. What a fool I was. Giving and receiving was the ultimate experience.

“Kent,” I panted as our lips parted.

He cupped my face. Like me, he found breathing difficult. And like me, he drew closer for another taste. Kent pressed his growing erection against my soft belly before pulling away.

“Kent?”

Seeing the confusion and disappointment on my face, he shook his head. “Before we go any further, I need you to understand there’s no going back for me. I’ve only felt this strongly about one other person before, so if you have any doubts about where you see this thing between us going, we should stop now.”

I laid my fingers against his lips, bathing in the security of his words. With a request to safeguard himself, he eliminated the questions in my mind about his motives.

“There was no going back for me ever since I turned sixteen.” I slipped out of his hands and slid my dress over my curves to pool on the floor. While unsnapping my bra, I asked, “Haven’t I waited enough?”

Kent gulped. “Were you ever going to tell me you weren’t wearing panties?”

“Would you rather argue with me about what I wore, or deal with my situation?” I pressed my fingers between my pussy lips, then brought them up to show him the glistening digits.

“Fuck, little bunny, you don’t play fair.”

“This is no game, and I’ve been ready. How ‘bout you?”

Kent removed his jacket and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. As each button slipped through its hole, his actions mesmerized me. His sturdy hands handled the delicate object with care, inspiring images of how he’d handle my body.

When he was fully naked, I marveled at his physique. Kent’s suits downplayed his immense size. His arms and thighs werethick like tree trunks, and so was the beast pointing at me as the man stalked over to me.

“Kent?”

“Yes, little bunny.”

“I need you to know something,” I said, transfixed by the beast between his thighs.

“What’s that?”

“My dildos haven’t prepared me for you, so we might have a problem.”

With a grin, Kent raised my chin until his face encompassed my view. “It’s my job to prepare you, not some silicone stand-in.” He lowered his mouth to mine before I could offer another objection.

Soon, I was clutching his biceps as he backed me onto the bed and pulled me up with his body until he lay on top of me. Under my skin, heat unlike anything I’d experienced before snaked up my limbs.

While still connected, he traced his fingers down my neck and over my puckered nipples to the dip in my belly button. Anticipation welled inside me as he continued his journey to my pleasure center and hovered over my clit. I raised my hips in search of contact, and he separated from our kiss.

With his breath fanning my lips, he said, “I want to see you come for me.”

“Okay,” I whispered, curious to see if his hands would succeed where mine didn’t.