Page 67 of Score on You

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.”

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