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River wasn’t sure what she had expected, but Ridge’s moan that vibrated within the walls of the room sure took her by surprise.

“Damn, did you really expect me to say no?”

River giggled before reaching out and caressing the velvety skin of his shaft.

“No, not really. Just thought I’d be polite.”

“Fuck, woman, you absolutely don’t have to be polite.”

“Well, then,” she said, leaving her words trailing in the air as she leaned forward and captured the tip of his cop between her lips. He tasted just a bit salty and a mix of another flavor she was certain was all Ridge. Tasting a man’s cock wasn’t something she typically enjoyed, but as she slid her mouth further and further down Ridge’s pulsating dick, she realized that it was merely him that left her wanting more. River couldn’t get enough of him in her mouth. She moved her head in time with her hand, her saliva coating his shaft with each pass. River found the skin between her legs growing in wetness as his body shook.

“I don’t want to come, baby. I want to be in you first.”

Hesitantly, River moved away from his cock, prying her other hand from the grip she maintained on his firm behind. Her tongue immediately missed the feel of his skin and his flavor, but as he crawled onto the bed above her, she quickly forgot the absence.

“You drive me mad. I’ve never wanted someone the way that I want you,” Ridge said as he reached behind her back and flicked her bra loose. Her breasts broke free of their confines and she removed the material from her body.

Gently he caressed one of her breasts as if he had been given permission to touch the most fragile of china. Her back arched automatically when his lips opened up around the rosy skin of her nipple.

Like the strike of a match, his fingers knew how to make her body ignite as they ran across the skin of her stomach. She was on fire and only knew of one way to extinguish the burn. She needed him more than she needed her next breath.

Her hips wriggled on instinct as his hand slipped beyond the barrier of her lace panties delving between the soaked folds of her center. Ridge wasn’t wasting any time at driving her mad, which suited her just fine because she wanted nothing more than to be handled by him.

“Ridge,” she moaned toward the heavens, his name a prayer on her lips. She wasn’t religious by nature, but she had never pleaded toward a figure to answer her wish like she was at the moment.

He switched his attention to her other breast as he maneuvered her panties down her legs, exposing her center to the heated air between them. She shivered in response.

Letting up for a moment, Ridge eased away from her breast and pressed a quick kiss to her lips before moving his attention between her legs. By impulse, she wanted to close her legs, but he spread them wider and used his broad shoulders to keep them apart.

Any words she planned to say were stolen from her breath as his talented tongue licked around her swollen folds. River was speechless as he kissed, sucked, and licked at her center, paying particular attention to the swollen nub that caused her hips to shake relentlessly.

A sensation unlike any other overtook her body and she cried out as the orgasm crested.

“Oh, Ridge. Oh my god,” she screamed as her back curved toward the ceiling.

No lover had ever brought her to her release, only knowing how an orgasm felt from her battery-operated friend. But she wasn’t astonished that Ridge knew what he was doing. She should have known he’d be able to play her body like a finely-tuned instrument.

And he did not disappoint.

“Condoms?”

“Um, I don’t. . .” she stuttered because, of course, a small piece of latex had to come between one of her greatest desires. She trusted Ridge though, more than she had ever trusted any other man in her life, and she had been on birth control since she was a teenager.

She told herself it wasn’t reckless, and as she explained the situation, Ridge leaned his forehead on hers, changing the mood of the moment from wild and crazy sex to passionate and romantic lovemaking.

“I swear to you that I’m clean. I’d never do something to hurt you.”

“I know. I trust you, Ridge.”

Ridge guided his erection toward her sex with a hand around his shaft, gently sliding the mushroom head up and down the slit, coating the skin in her womanly heat. She rocked her hips against his cock, silently urging him to enter her center.

Slowly he eased his erection inside her core, cursing as her sheath tightened around the hardened muscle.

“Christ, you’re tight. Fuck, I won’t last long, sweetheart,” he told her as he slipped out of her body then trusted back inside.

His pace was unhurried and measured, but River knew that Ridge was holding back. She could tell by the way he furrowed his brows and his shoulders remained tight around his ears.


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