Page 39 of The Single Dad Dilemma

I reach down, cupping his face in one hand. I run my fingers along the coarse hair over his jawline. I trace my fingertip over his bottom lip, then push my finger inside his mouth. He sucks on it, nibbles it a little as he closes his eyes.

“And when we first met at your office, I was so attracted to you, I went home and gave myself two orgasms,” I whisper.

Ridge’s eyes spring open wide with surprise, my finger still inside his mouth. I remove it and run my hand through his hair, tugging him toward me gently. It’s just enough to say, “Please keep going,” and it does the trick.

With his free hand, he slides two fingers into my folds and brushes against my clit. My head rolls back as a small moan escapes me. He slides his hand back and forth slowly and with careful attention. I don’t think a man has ever touched me like this.

There’s a quality to the way he moves, a care that sets him apart from anyone else I’ve had in my bed. I don’t think I can explain it beyond that.

My legs wobble as his touch becomes more intense. I place my hand on his shoulder for balance as he continues to skillfully pet me.

Without warning, he stops and stands, peeling his shirt off. I could be upset he’s no longer touching me, but I’m distracted by his naked torso. His corded muscles flex as he bends to tug his shorts down, but he leaves his boxer briefs in place.

Ridge climbs onto the bed and lies near the center of it. A little confused, I watch as he gets situated, pushing the pillows away from either side of him.

He looks up at me expectantly, like I’m supposed to know what to do, but all I can manage is to stand here gazing down at him. I soak up the way he looks, lying there, waiting for me. He wants me. I can feel it with every fiber of my being.

“Take off your panties,” he says. “And come here.”

I slide them down until they’re free-falling to the ground and step out. I crawl onto the bed and straddle his lap, but he shakes his head.

“No, not down there,” he says. “Up here.” He points at his face.

And let’s just say, I understand the assignment.

EIGHTEEN

RIDGE

Darcy shifts her weight, crawling up my body until her perfectly pink, wet pussy is hovering over my face. She grabs onto the edge of the headboard to balance herself as she positions her knees on either side of my head. Waiting for her to lower herself down is like torture.

I arch upward, licking at her sweet center when I can’t wait any longer. She yelps, surprised by the sudden sensation.

“I’m losing my patience, Darcy,” I groan through my teeth. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I pull her down toward me and hold her in place as I take her cunt into my mouth, sucking and licking as she cries out.

At first, she tries to hover over me, not giving me her full weight. But I dig my fingers into her inner thighs, flicking my tongue against her clit until she gives in and sits. I switch to cupping her ass and bury my tongue inside her. Guiding her movements, I rock her against me over and over again, lapping at her wetness, swallowing her sweet taste.

After a few minutes, she begins to move on her own. It always takes women a moment to find their confidence. I suspect it’s after they’ve been overtaken with enough pleasure that they canstop overthinking everything. But I’m a patient man. I don’t rush the process.

She uses her grip on the headboard to rock herself back and forth against my tongue and finds a steady rhythm. It’s slow and deliberate, one that means she’s concentrated on the journey and isn’t quick to rush to the destination. And I fucking like that.

My fingertips graze the skin of her stomach, over her ribs, beneath her tits, and find their way to her nipples. I roll them between my thumb and index finger, tugging gently. Her body reacts just like I hoped it would, her back arching as she thrusts her tit into my palm. It’s a silent plea for more. More touching. More pleasure. More of this. Of us.

She’s taking what she needs, what she wants. Her pace quickens as she grinds down against my open and wanting mouth. I lick and suck, fucking her with my tongue. I’m giving her everything, all of me.

I can feel the moment she begins to climb, a frenzied edge to her movements. And I push harder, grip her tighter, hold her in place as I thrust upward. I take her clit into my mouth and suck, refusing to let her shift away from the sensation.

“Ridge,” she says, practically panting. “I’m going to come. Oh my god…”

I grip her tighter, silently begging for her release. Her body begins to quiver and shake, and then she comes undone. Her thighs tighten around me as her pussy clenches in my mouth. I hold on for the ride, her bucking and jerking. I cradle her as an orgasm thunders throughout her body.When she’s finally spent, she collapses forward, and I guide her down to lie beside me. I wrap my arm around her as she presses her cheek to my chest and wraps her arm over my stomach.

Darcy takes short, ragged breaths that mirror my own. My heart is pounding so hard, I’m sure she can feel it. I lick the tasteof her from my lips, running a hand over my beard. Her wetness is all over me and I fucking love it.

“Jesus… fuck…” she says between breaths. “I’ve, um, never done that before.”

I panic for a moment. “Had an orgasm?”

She laughs. “No, I’ve done that. But I haven’t ever, um… that position…”

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