Panic Attacks // Ruel // English

Chapter 84

MATURE CONTENT

I can't resist the seductive look in his eyes. The way he looks at me, the way the corners of his mouth form into a grin. The attraction is too huge to ignore.

I lean in and let our lips meet. Very carefully at first, almost teasingly, I stroke his. Pull my head back a little at a time to make him long for me. Slightly a smile comes to my face as my eyes seem to speak the same language. Our lips brush against each other until Ruel can't resist and lifts his head to feel my lips completely.

I let go of one wrist, that I had grabbed and pinned above his head, as my hand goes along his arm to his cheek. My fingertips are in his hair as the palm of my hand touches his cheek and neck. He now has one hand free to touch me. Caressing his hand finds its way to my thigh and then moves to my ass as I take my weight slightly off his lap and hold it in my thighs. At a slow pace, I keep taking his lip between mine. It's like they melt together. Over and over again. Sometimes I forget how great this can feel. That the world can fall away leaving nothing more than the two of us. It feels so safe and yet it is like there is fire around us. It holds us captive, we can only free ourselves by lighting another fire ourselves.

I feel the shirt creep up as Ruel moves his hand higher up on my body. It's draped over my hips and doesn't really cover that much anymore. His other hand, which I released, is on the side of my thigh. He kneads my skin every time he grips it for grip. Resists the feeling that develops in his lower abdomen.

My lips move to his neck as my hand slides up his side. It makes his body shiver beneath me. Ruel tilts his head back as I kiss his jawline. My other hand is in his hair as I lean on my forearm. Caressing his body, I whisper in his ear, "You're mine tonight." He wants to answer but when my lips suck on the skin of his neck his words are replaced by a consenting deep groan. I feel the vibration of the sound against my lips. My body moves along with my actions, grinding against his chest and hips, making him strengthening the grip on my body.

The way he breathes through my touch turns me on. It occasionally catches in the back of his throat when I place my hand slightly below the waistband of his boxers. Just my finger slowly dragging across his skin. I move my lips very slowly from his neck to his collarbone, chest and lower abdomen as I let Ruel take off the shirt and keep my eyes on him.

I kiss his skin as if I want to explore every bit of his body. Every little vein in his skin. Every little mole. I take the time to take it in. I let the intime situation wrap with love and tranquility. I'm here for him alone and no one else.

I lick my lips and bite them sensually as I watch his erection grow and the way Ruel longs for touch as I run my hand next to it. But the only touch he gets is my lips on his. Which makes me let him taste me when our lips touch. My tongue massages his, still following his pace. He eventually has to submit.

We take our time to capture, embrace, and grow every bit of love we give each other. There's no rush, and I wouldn't even want to. I want to be able to touch his heart.

Although my neck is still slightly sensitive and still healing, Ruel's soft lips hug the skin, treating it as if it were very fragile. Still, it feels amazing. Although he has limitations, he knows what he is doing. Always. His fingers are clamped in my hair to steer my head and draw it closer to him. The tingles fly through my body and knot the bottom of my stomach. My body heats up a little bit every minute, until finally a red glow spreads over my body.

My hands slide down either side of his body when I'm between his legs. They stop at his boxers.

Yasmine: "Can I?" I ask Ruel as he looks longingly in my direction.