The pleasure inside me crests in a delicious spike, and I rip my mouth away from Ridge’s, throwing my head back and crying out. My hips roll against his over and over as I feed the orgasm, drawing it out until I’m a quivering, shaking mess beneath him.
Ridge stops moving, bracing himself on his arms as he stares down at me with hooded eyes.
As the overwhelming pleasure begins to die out, a small ripple of embarrassment moves in to take its place.
Is it weird that I came so fast? That I came so hard just from grinding against him like a dog humping someone’s leg? My inexperience feels blatant and obvious now, and I shift a little beneath Ridge, my gaze darting sideways.
Two large fingers catch my chin, turning my head back so that he can meet my gaze. Banked heat still burns in his irises, but I see concern in them too.
Fuck. I knew it. That wasn’t normal. I made it weird because my body couldn’t wait.
“Sable, are you all right? Did I hurt you?” he murmurs, his voice a rough burn.
I blink. “No.” Not even a little bit. I swallow. “I just… I didn’t want to come like that. I wanted… I wanted you…”
My mouth stumbles over the words. I’m starting to feel even more embarrassed, but then understanding dawns i
n Ridge’s eyes—and the heat in them flares like an inferno.
“Are you sure?” His eyes bounce between mine as if he’s searching for any hint of doubt.
I nod quickly, some of my awkwardness banished by the feelings rising up in me as I take in his dark, intense features. Maybe it doesn’t matter that I already came once just from rubbing against him. I still want him inside me. I still want more.
And from the way he’s looking at me with a mixture of desire and reverence, I think he does too.
Before I can let my nerves take over again, I drop my hands to his pants, fumbling with his button and fly. It’s not as smooth as I wish it was, but Ridge reaches down to help me, never taking his gaze from mine. Together, we shove his pants and boxers down over his hips, and he kicks them off before sitting back on his heels. With careful, deliberate movements, he drags my panties down my legs and tosses them aside.
We’re both fully naked now, my legs splayed open as he kneels between them. Anticipation hangs over us in such a thick cloud that it’s almost hard to breathe.
Ridge’s cock juts out from his body, long and hard. Still holding my gaze, he reaches down and fists himself, stroking his hand up and down his shaft. My heart slams against my chest at the sight of him touching himself like that. It’s not even my hand on him, but it sends a surge of arousal through me that makes my flushed and swollen core ache with need again.
I need him.
I need his cock.
I need it to be not his hand but my body that wraps around him, squeezing him tight. I need to feel him inside me.
“Please, Ridge,” I murmur. Those two words are all I can manage.
His entire body shudders lightly at the sound of my husky voice, and he leans over me again, bracing himself above me like before. Only this time, there’s nothing at all between us. The thick length of his cock slides through my wet folds, and my eyes practically roll back in my head from how good it feels.
More.
I need more of that.
“Tell me if you need to stop,” he says quietly. “I’ll go slow, but if it hurts, tell me.”
I nod, sliding my hands down the bare skin of his back and over his firm ass, pulling him toward me. I can’t wait any longer. I feel like a bomb with a lit fuse, ready to detonate.
Ridge groans softly, shifting his hips so that the tip of his cock slips inside me. I feel a strange, pleasant stretch as he presses his hips forward slowly. With every inch he fills me, the stretch grows more intense, until I swear I can feel it in my entire body.
It hurts a little, and I dig my fingers into the muscles of his shoulder, but when he looks down at me in question, I nod fervently.
“More,” I gasp. “Keep going.”
He’s breathing hard as he eases his way inside me, and my breath matches his. We’re both hardly moving, but we might as well be sprinting up a mountain. My entire body feels awake and alive, attuned to the smallest movement of Ridge’s large form.
Finally, his pelvis rests flush against mine, his cock filling me completely. He drops his head, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple. His muscles are flexed and tense, but he stays still for a long moment, letting me relax and adjust to the new sensations. But when he doesn’t start moving after another few heartbeats, I wriggle beneath him, squeezing my inner muscles around his thickness and grinding my clit against him.