Semua Bab IN HER SKIN: Different Stories. Endless Lust : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Ruth had never been one to overthink her virginity. Ruth's virginity was neither a badge of honor nor a burden; it simply existed. As a pastor's daughter, she had absorbed every variation of the purity speech, from impassioned sermons to casual dinner-table anecdotes. Yet, none of it ever truly resonated with her. At 25, on the cusp of becoming a lawyer, she remained a virgin, not due to some grand moral conviction, but because the opportunity had never felt truly compelling.Her friends, aware of her status, reacted with amusement or bewilderment. During truth-or-dare sessions, her admission typically drew laughter or empathetic nods. Some urged her to "just get it over with," but Ruth remained unfazed. Virginity didn't define her; she was shaped by her ambition, her intellect, and her dry wit. If it happened, it happened. If not, she had other pursuits. She wasn't waiting for marriage, nor was she holding out for a fairy-tale romance. She wasn't even entirely sure what she was waitin

“I’ve also been considering something,” Ruth began, her voice hesitant, a new vulnerability in her tone.Jason turned his head toward her, his brow furrowing slightly. “That sounds dangerous,” he teased, but his tone remained gentle, openly encouraging her to continue.She rolled her eyes but smiled. "I'm serious. I've been thinking about... us. About taking the next step." She paused, her gaze steady. "I want us to have sex."His expression shifted, his gaze sharpening with concern. "Ruth, are you sure? I don't want you to feel pressured."She reached out, placing her hand on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her palm. "I've never been more certain about anything. I trust you, Jason. I want this."He covered her hand with his, his fingers lacing through hers. "I need you to know something," he said, his tone serious and unwavering. "This isn't just physical for me. It never has been. If we do this, it's because I see a future with you. I'm not going anywhere

She gasped, her hands clutching at his back as her body adjusted to the new angle. His movements were slow at first, each measured thrust accompanied by a kiss on her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. She could feel the tension in him, the way he held back, ensuring her comfort above all else.Jason kissed away the tears that slipped from the corners of her eyes, his lips soft and infinitely tender. Gradually, as her soft moans shifted from pain to pure pleasure, he began to pick up the pace, his hips rolling against hers with increasing fervor.“Ruth,” he groaned, her name tumbling from his lips like a prayer.He looked down at the point of their intense connection, mesmerized by the flawless way their bodies converged. He pulled out slowly, watching her shudder beneath him, then pushed back in with a deep, consuming thrust. Ruth’s body quaked from the exquisite pleasure-pain and the profound pressure. “Jason,” she breathed, her hands clutching at his shoulders as her body arched deeply

Once outside, the cool night air did little to temper the heat that radiated from Sammy’s skin. A rush of pure excitement surged through her as Rebecca took her hand, leading her down the street with a confident, easy stride that only intensified Sammy’s burgeoning desire.The taxi smelled faintly of weed, the scent thick in the air, but Sammy found herself unable to focus on anything other than the electrifying sensations coursing through her body. She shifted in her seat, her eyes flickering to the driver’s reflection in the rearview mirror, a fresh wave of nerves tightening her stomach.The jacket she wore suddenly felt heavy and restrictive against her skin, making her acutely aware of every subtle movement beneath the fabric. Rebecca’s hands moved with deliberate slowness, her fingers finding Sammy’s erect nipple through the thin chiffon of her top. Sammy gasped softly, biting her lip to stifle any sound that might escape. The alcohol from earlier rushed to her head, heightening h

“Yes, Michael.” I closed my eyes tighter, my body completely lost in the moment, in him. “Tell me more,” he urged. “Tell me what you want me to do to you when I see you next.” I hesitated for a moment, feeling a mix of vulnerability and exhilaration. “I want you to kiss me,” I whispered. “I want to feel your lips on mine.”My body arched slightly at his words, my breath coming faster, my chest rising and falling as the heat between us grew, the distance meaningless in the charged intimacy of the moment. “God, Sarah,” he breathed, the sound of his voice igniting a fire deep within me. “I want that too. I want to taste you, to feel your body pressed against mine. But for now, I want you to keep exploring yourself. Can you do that for me?”“Yes,” I replied, my breath quickening at the thought of him doing all those things to me. I felt emboldened, surrendering to the pleasure of the moment.“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now, I want you to move your hand down even lower. I want you to touch