Page 100 of Score on You

Emotion blurs my vision. I crane my neck until our lips connect. His tongue swipes out to meet mine. We get lost in the exchange as our bodies join in the most natural sense.

My tears drip onto his skin, bringing us impossibly closer. “I didn’t feel like I belonged or had a home until you.”

“This is us, love.” He kisses the next droplet that escapes. “And see? We fit.”

I wince when he rocks slightly. But that painful jab evaporates almost immediately. Pride bursts from my chest. I’ve taken every inch of him. My inner muscles squeeze in victory.

Ridge groans. “Damn, you’re with me in this madness.”

“Wouldn’t be anywhere else,” I confirm.

After that, he begins to move. He resumes his motions from earlier. Except now, his strokes are longer and more powerful. Ridge seats himself deep within me on every fluent entry.

“You’re tight and wet for me,” he praises.

“Uh-huh.” It’s undeniable. I’m slick to the point it’s excessive.

“Gonna make me come again. Sooner than I planned.” He chuckles as if that idea is amusing.

The sound of our shared arousal is obscene. Every steady slap from our bodies merging is a countdown to climax. Each beat fills me with more of him until I can no longer identify us as individuals.

The ache fades, replaced by a muted throb. That pulse matches the excitement thundering in my chest. Pressure and comfort battle for recognition. The mixture heightens my need. I can’t fathom losing this connection. Or how I survived so long without him.

Ridge’s movements are fluid and steady. I slant my hips to greet his timed thrusts. A muffled curse rips from his clenched jaw. My grin reveals the satisfaction thrumming through me.

His face dips into the curve of my neck. He nibbles on the sensitive flesh there until traveling lower. When he latches ontomy nipple, I bend to his will. He smiles against my breast while suckling me.

Tingles soon emerge from my lower belly. The telltale cue has me grinding against him, chasing the relief. His hand snakes down between us. My eyes flutter when he thumbs my clit. An onslaught of stimulation crashes over me.

“Please,” I whimper.

“Such a good girl. Do you wanna come?”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

A flick from his thumb shoots me to the stars. At the last moment, I lift my legs and lock my ankles against his butt. I want to cage him in me. Deep and hard and permanent. The shift in angle shoves him straight down to the hilt.

Ridge bellows his release. I tip over the peak beside him. Pleasure floods my veins and I’m thrashing against the force. His motions become disjointed and jerky as he erupts. My thighs spread to allow him to give me more. Every ounce belongs to me.

Our erratic frenzy calms as we float in orgasmic bliss. Ridge lowers himself to rest on me. His burly weight is still mostly balanced to the side, otherwise I’d be crushed to dust.

We remain like that while lounging in the afterglow. There’s no rush to move or separate. My fingers rake through his damp hair while he draws patterns into my skin.

“I love you, sweetness.”

My heart soars, swatting through the fog. “Really?”

“Thought it was obvious,” he laughs.

“Doesn’t hurt to hear it, boyfriend.” I kiss the tip of his nose. “I love you too.”

“You better.”

It’s my turn to giggle. “Or what?”

“I’d be forced to take more romantic measures.”

Flutters erupt in a flurry. “I’m not sure I could handle that.”

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