“How’d you know?” he hums.
“Something about the way you’re good in an emergency–and I saw the medals in your bedroom back at the observatory.”
Ridge stiffens slightly, and for a moment, I think he won’t answer. But then he says, “I left because it stopped feeling like I was protecting anything. Started feeling like I was just... surviving.”
I turn my head to look at him, the faint light from the cave’s entrance illuminating the hard angles of his face. “And now?”
He meets my gaze, his expression unreadable. “Now I’m trying to figure out if there’s more to life than just surviving.”
The vulnerability in his words takes my breath away. I reach up without thinking, my fingers brushing against his jaw. He doesn’t pull away, and the tension between us sharpens, the air thick with unspoken words.
“I think there is,” I say quietly.
He leans in, his forehead resting against mine. “You know, something about you makes me want to believe that.”
My heart stutters, and before I can think, he closes the distance between us. Our lips meet, tentative at first, but the kiss quickly deepens, all heat and desperation. His hands slide to my waist, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.
It’s reckless and messy and perfect.He pulls away and his intense gaze holds mine, and my heart races with the unspoken chemistry crackling between us. Delicious anticipation twists in my stomach. Slowly, he undoes the buttons of his shirt, never breaking our eye contact. He pulls his shirt out of his pants, causing my heart to pound even harder and my nipples to ache with desire. I’ve never done this before–never been with a man. Ridge’s warm fingertips inch under my jacket, seeking the skin at my waist. My breath catches and my eyes flutter closed. Not breaking his gaze, I slide the zipper down my jacket and remove it.
His eyes flare with intent, his palms sliding under my shirt until the pads of his thumbs rest just under the cup of my bra.
“Do you want this, Quinn?” Comes his rough question.
I swallow, nodding, chained to his gaze.
“Touch yourself for me, show me how you want me to touch you.”
I nod, gulping down my anxiety about if he’ll like me–my curvy hips and thick thighs and soft stomach that have always caused me insecurity.
With courage I’ve never had before, I slip the zipper down on my jeans and begin to massage my cotton-covered pussy in slow circles. His eyes widen at the sight, and I can see his breath quicken. Taking a deep breath, I lean back against the cool wall of the cave, allowing his gaze to take me in as I pleasure myself in a way I never have before.
“Fuck, baby.” His hand slides to my waist, thumbs working along the waistband of my panties. “I’m gonna lose my mind just watching you play with that pretty, soaking wet pussy.” He growls, the front of his pants tented with his rock hard erection. “Dammit, you’re soaked through your pretty pink panties. Makes my mouth water wanting to lick that juicy cunt clean.”
My head tilts back and I begin to massage harder, while my other hand slides up to my breast to play with my nipple over the cup of my bra. I bite my lip and a moan rolls out of my throat.
Ridge licks his lips then pops the button and pushes his pants down his thighs in one swift move. He cups his dick, still covered by his briefs in one palm, and places his hand over mine to feel me touching myself.
“Whose sweet little nipples are these?” He releases his dick and tweaks one just to the point of pain.
“Yours,” I gasp as he pushes the cup of my bra out of his way and takes my nipple in his mouth and tugs with his teeth. My back arches into him as he pushes my hand harder against myself.
A feral growl escapes his throat, and then he adjusts himself on his knees, stripping me of my jeans and holding my thighs open with his strong hands. “What a gorgeous, glistening cunt.”
My body erupts into flames under his touch. “Yesss, Ridge.”
“Beautiful,” he hisses before he attacks me with his mouth. Sucking my soaked pussy over the cotton of my panties. I’m desperate to really feel him, without any barriers, only his mouth capturing the most intimate part of me. I moan loudly and run my fingers through his hair. I pull him tighter to me when he pushes my panties aside and reveals my sweet soaked seam to his hungry gaze for the first time. He doesn't waste time, tugging gently on my clit with his teeth as I groan in pleasure. Ridge’s mouth making love to me is causing a thousand overwhelming sensations to cascade through me.
As soon as my body begins to shake and convulse in a wave of pleasure, I feel Ridge's hands on my waist, supporting me as I lean against the cave wall. My fingers grip his hair tightly as he presses his muscular body against mine.
My mind is buzzing with the intensity of my first orgasm, but it only fuels my desire for him. He lifts me up and I wrap my arms and legs around him, feeling his hard length pressing against my stomach.
"Whose gorgeous ass is this?" he asks, his hands grasping my cheeks firmly.
I’m too lost in the sensation to reply, but I can't deny how much I want him. I nuzzle into his neck, kissing and nibbling along the damp skin below his ear. Every inch of me feels on fire with need for this man.
He bites down on my earlobe and sucks on it. "Tell me who this ass belongs to, don't make me fuck it out of you."
My eyes flicker down to his thick length, still covered by his briefs and pressed intimately against me. "You, Ridge. It belongs to you."
