Ruin me, Gently
I rocked against him, feeling him hard and ready beneath me, and he groaned into my mouth.
“Wait,” he breathed. “We should—”
“No.” I reached between us, positioning him. “No more waiting.”
I sank down onto him in one smooth motion, and we both gasped.
No barrier. No hesitation. Just us.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his head falling back against the couch. “Isabelle—”
I started to move.
Slow at first. Rolling my hips. Finding a rhythm that made his fingers dig into my waist.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his eyes dark and locked on mine. “Take what you need.”