CHAPTER NINETEEN
My thoughts spin in a reckless loop as I contemplate Ridge’s offer. “Yes?”
His chuckle is rich and thick. “We’ll go slow. Just relax for me. Imagine I’m kissing you.”
My mouth tingles while I adjust against the mattress, sinking into the softness like when his lips are pressed to mine. “That’s simple. It’s practically all I think about.”
He laughs again. “You’re a natural, love.”
“Only with you directing me.”
Ridge clucks his tongue. “Nah, it’s just us. Spontaneous bliss.”
My memory is jogged. “Is that what happens after the unexpected part?”
“Yeah, sweetness. This comes easily for us now.”
“Our connection is special,” I agree.
“Even if it felt like a shock at first.”
“I can’t believe how comfortable I am with you. Right from the start.” Which I’m further reminded of in my current position.
“We’re about to explore new territory again, huh?”
“Yes.” My quick response reflects eagerness.
“Are you ready?” There’s rustling down the line. It’s safe to assume he’s preparing himself for whatever happens next.
“Please don’t make me wait any longer,” I beg.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groans. “I can hear the desperation in your voice. You’re such a good girl for asking nicely.”
The praise sends a zing along my spine. Heat engulfs me, hotter than before. “I’m burning up.”
“Are you still under a blanket?”
“No, I kicked off the covers.”
Ridge expels a satisfied noise as if I’ve pleased him again. Or maybe he’s visualizing me trying to cool off. “Are you wearing anything other than my jersey?”
“Just underwear.”
“Is your phone on speaker?”
“Yes.”
“That’s perfect. Set it on the pillow next to your head. Think of me next to you. Can you do that?”
I slide my eyes shut from his command. My mind conjures an image of him stretched out beside me. His tall height matches the entire length of my bed. His spicy pine scent seems to waft in the empty space. I inhale a greedy breath as if I can actually smell him. The tie to his scent strengthens my imagination.
“Okay, I can see you.” I shiver when he groans.
“You’re doing such a good job for me. I want you to bend your knees toward the ceiling. Put your soles flat on the sheet.”
“Ohhh,” I breathe while getting situated in his directed pose.
“Are you comfortable?”
“Very.” The chill settling over me is a welcome relief while I wait for further instructions. I can’t help but notice that the ache has spread.
“Did the hem bunch around your hips?”
I don’t need to glance down to confirm his prediction. “Uh-huh.”
“You’re on better display for me like this. I can’t wait until I’m actually in the room, watching you splay your legs wide.”
My bottom lip is trapped between my teeth to stifle a whimper. “I’m sure you will soon.”
“Damn, sweetness. You’re pure temptation. I’m stroking my cock while thinking about you in nothing but panties and my jersey.”
Meanwhile, I choke on his vulgar statement. My mind instantly recalls the hard bulge that presses into me while we kiss. “That’s very… explicit.”
“Too much?”
The throb between my thighs suggests not. “No, I think… uh, I liked it.”
“I can get really dirty for you, sweetness.” Ridge’s heavy breathing pairs with mine. “Do you want to hear more?”
“Yes. Please,” I tack on as a wheeze.
A rumble applauds my efforts. “I bet you won’t need much to get off.”
“You mean have an orgasm?”
“Yeah, love. You’re gonna come, which will trigger my release.”
The pressure of performing halts my subtle movements. “I’m not sure I can do that to myself.”
“You can. Trust me.” His confidence sounds like a challenge. One that I hope is successful. “Rest a hand on your inner thigh. Imagine that’s me touching you. Close your eyes if that helps.”
“Okay,” I exhale.
“Caress yourself there for a moment. Back and forth. Gentle motions. Get accustomed to the sensation. When you’re ready, slowly slip your palm under your shirt. I want you to lift the fabric up your torso.” Ridge’s steady voice is at odds with the erratic gait of my heartbeat.
I follow his narration until my fingers are traveling along my bare stomach. Goosebumps rise on my skin while I tease myself. The delicate action is nice, but I want more.
“Now what?” My question is a breathy request.
“I’ve been kissing you, but my lips begin to drift downward. You tilt your neck to give me better access when my mouth travels there. My tongue leaves a wet trail, similar to the slick arousal in your pussy.”
A strangled gasp rips from me. “My… pussy?”
The noise he makes is carnal, a physical declaration to note his approval. “We’ll get to your needy sex soon. First, I want to play with your breasts. Are your nipples pebbled into stiff peaks? I bet they ache. Why don’t you pet them a bit? Brush your nails against those hard points. You’ll give yourself pleasure, sweetness.”
Both of my hands wander as if compelled. When I reach my chest, a low moan tumbles from me. A shocking thrill sweeps across my awareness until I’m consumed. This part of my body is mostly ignored. Had I known the softest touch could deliver such ecstasy, I’d probably be rubbing myself constantly.
Tingles erupt in my lower belly and I jolt. The unfamiliar zap is strange. I pause my motions, which puts an end to the pooling warmth. Regret crashes down on me.
“Something is happening,” I complain.
“Does it hurt?” Alarm clangs from his gritty timbre.
“Just the opposite. But it scared me,” I whisper.
“Should we stop?”
“No,” I blurt. “I want to satisfy the urge. It’s almost relentless now. Tell me what to do, boyfriend.”
Ridge grunts. “Fuck, my dick is so hard for you. I’m thrusting into my fist, but it’s not enough. Tweak your nipples for me. Imagine my teeth clamping onto your sensitive flesh.”
I’m quick to comply. The cool air breezes along my flesh, but I imagine that sensation is from his mouth. My fingers pinch at the pointy tips. I cry out from the resulting sting.
“This is…” My comment fizzles with uncertainty.
“An awakening. You’re learning what your body wants.”
Shame threatens to steal my delight, but I allow Ridge’s reassurance to wash over me. There’s nothing wrong about doing this. Making myself feel good isn’t bad.
On cue, another zing lashes at me. A whimper spills from my lips. I flex my muscles to alleviate the throb, but it only intensifies.
“You’re almost there,” Ridge rasps. “I can hear the demand for your climax to strike. Should we visit your clit?”
I shudder from the possibility. “Uh-huh.”
“My eager girl. Gonna make me come being so responsive. We better hurry.” The urgency in his tone spikes my pulse. “I want to soothe your ache. Should we touch your pussy?”
“Yes.”
“Put a hand flat over where your panties are between your legs. Rock against the pressure. Set a pace and keep going.”
Heat slaps my cheeks upon realizing that the cotton is damp. “I’m very wet down there.”
Several expletives come from him. “Yeah? Tell me how wet you are.”
Fire scorches my face, but I’m too far gone. “My underwear is soaked through.”
Ridge expels a pained groan. “Take them off.”
I don’t question him. Not with the sizzling delight soaring to new heights. My thumbs struggle to tug down the elastic in my frenzied condition. The material stretches and tears in the process. I barely notice before discarding the ruined heap onto the floor. A tremble racks my limbs as the most intimate piece of me is fully exposed.
“Okay,” I murmur while resuming my previous position. “I’m ready to finish.”
“Your enthusiasm is very sexy.”
“I’m a very motivated woman,” I tease.
He laughs without restraint. “Have I inspired you?”
My thoughts wander to the hockey game and what I imagined Ridge doing to me on the ice. The vivid visual returns with graphic clarity. I moan openly.
“It’s only you in my fantasies,” I admit.
“Damn,” Ridge croaks.
“Are you okay?”
“Couldn’t be better.” But he doesn’t say more.
“Sure about that?”
“I was just lost in you, like usual.”
My restless motions stop. “What do you mean? I”m right here.”
“Yes, exactly. You’re in this moment with me. That’s what I needed to hear without realizing it. Now we gotta find out what works for you.”
“I’m listening,” I coax.
“Already such a dirty girl. Slide your fingers along your slit. Just touch and discover and decide what feels the best for you. There’s some trial and error, but endless pleasure will follow.”
“You”re so much more experienced, Ridge.” Not that I truly care. I’d never dare to wander into these depths alone.
“Only because I”ve been preparing for you.” His tone is a gentle rasp as if a feather brushes on my naked skin. “Everything I’ve learned is meant to satisfy you. It’s led us to this point. Feel how slick you are?”
I can hear it too. The sound is almost embarrassing. But I’m quickly absorbed in completing this task. My exploration bumps against an area that shoots a powerful surge through me.
“Holy shit,” I spew.
“Found your clit?” His chuckle tappers off into a grunt. “Such a quick study. You’ll want to focus on that spot.”
“Yes, yes, yes…” The word babbles from me on repeat.
“Is your core clenching against nothing? You’re empty and yearning to be filled.”
“I need more,” I whine.
“Move your fingers faster. Circle that precise spot until you fall apart.”
A tight spring begins to uncoil inside of me. “I”m not sure how to handle this.”
“Just keep going. Are you close?”
“I must be. Oh, gosh.” My toes curl from the lusty onslaught. “I never knew anything like this existed.”
It doesn’t take much after that, just like he guessed earlier. I sweep across that swollen bundle while my muscles begin to seize. Tingles rise and begin to spread from where I’m swiping. My hips buck on their own, seeming to chase the sensation. Spots dance in my vision and a sudden rush hits me. I let go, leaping into the unknown.
“Oh, oh, oh,” I chant.
“That’s it, love. Right there.”
But Ridge’s voice is drowned out by the simultaneous waves crashing over me. The reward unleashes a warm flow into a continuous loop. My mouth drops with a soundless wail as my back arches. I’m a twitching mass as bliss floods into my veins. A floating sensation overtakes me. My free hand smacks against the blanket, gripping tight to root me in place. It’s a very real possibility that I’ll fly away and never return. Minutes seem to pass while I slowly regain composure.
Our labored exhales fill the lull that I’m certain is called the afterglow. I’m definitely feeling light and sparkly. A giggle escapes me at the connection.
His choppy breath resembles laughter. “Not a bad way to start the day, huh?”
More giddy laughter bubbles from me. “Did you…?”
“Mhmm,” he sighs. “Might’ve blacked out for a moment.”
I smile. “Likewise.”
“Made quite a mess.”
My fingers rub together to discover we share that as well. “Thanks for taking charge and handling my needs.”
Ridge scoffs. “There you go again, giving me too much credit.”
“As if I could ever give you enough.” The list of favors he grants me grows by the hour.
“Trust me, sweetness. You call and I’ll come running. The pleasure is all mine to give.”
“Ours,” I correct. “It was a mutual effort.”
“In that case,” Ridge drawls. “You can score on me whenever the mood strikes, sweetness.”