Page 68 of Score on You

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. “EverythingI’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.”

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