Chapter 2: Lazy Sunday
Alex laughed merrily as Ridge carried her into the walk-in shower and held her as he reached past her to turn on the water. Warm water cascaded over them, and Ridge set her to her feet, but kept an arm around her, holding her against him. He took a moment to admire her, the swell and shape of her breasts and hips, the sweep of her neck, the glory of her eyes. A part of him was saddened at the bruises he had put on her body, but the other part was thrilled by the memories of his doing it and her response.
He murmured to her, "Trust me?" and she nodded , looking up at him. "You've given me no reason not to." He nodded and turned her so she was thoroughly rinsed, then gathered some shampoo and began working his fingers through her hair, taking the time to massage her scalp. Alex sighed and pressed against him, her hands finding his buttocks and pulling him tightly to her.
"You're so fucking good to me," she murmured, her lips brushing his ear as the water cascaded over them. Ridge chuckled, his fingers working the shampoo into her scalp, his other hand sliding down to grip her hip, pulling her against him. "You deserve it," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "Every fucking inch of you deserves to be worshipped." His cock was already hardening again, pressing against her stomach, thick and heavy, already leaking at the tip. Alex moaned, her fingers digging into his ass, pulling him closer. "Fuck, Ridge," she gasped, her voice breathless.
Ridge chuckled and rinsed the shampoo from her hair. Grabbing the bar of soap, he bagan washing her back, starting at her shoulders and working slowly downward, fingers massaging her back. Alex groaned and pressed closer to him. As his fingers reached her waist, she spread her legs a little. Ridge kissed her temple as his fingers worked the soap along her curves and over her buttocks. Alex turned her head and nipped playfully at the lines on Ridge's chest.
"You're going to ruin me," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "I'll never be able to look at a shower the same way again."
Ridge chuckled darkly, his hands sliding down to grip her hips, pulling her flush against him. "Good," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "I want to ruin you for every other man. I want to be the only one who knows how to make you feel like this." His cock twitched between them, already hard and leaking, pressing against her stomach.
Alex moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she arched against him. "Then fucking *own* me," she demanded, her voice a filthy whisper. Ridge’s green eyes darkened, his grip on her hips tightening as he spun her around and held her against him, his hands moving slowly over the front half of her body. The warm water cascaded over them, steam rising between their bodies as he leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. He whispered there, "That was my plan, gorgeous." Alex moaned as his hands reached the swell of her breasts and he squeezed gently, soapy thumbs gliding over her hardened nipples.
She tilted her head back, resting it on his shoulder, mouth slightly open as she absorbed his attention. His hands moved slowly down her body, past her waist to her hips, and then he was massaging her pussy and making her tremble. His touch teased and excited her, but his fingers eventually moved on to continue bathing her. He knelt behind her and washed her legs as he pressed kisses and nibbles to her buttocks.
Again his hands moved and he slowly spun her so that she faced him. He leaned forward and began soft tonguing kisses on her clit, causing Alex to growl deep in her chest. His hands massaged her buttocks as he pulled her sex to his face and explored with kisses, licks, and nibbles. Alex’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her hips rolling against his mouth as he devoured her. Ridge groaned against her clit, the vibration sending shivers up her spine. His tongue flicked over the swollen nub, teasing and tormenting, before sucking it into his mouth, making her gasp.
"Fuck, Ridge—" she moaned, her voice breathless, her fingers tightening in his hair. "Don’t stop—"
He didn’t. His tongue worked her clit in slow, deliberate circles, his fingers digging into her ass, pulling her tighter against his mouth. The water cascaded over them, steam curling around their bodies as Ridge worshipped her with his mouth, his tongue flicking over her clit with relentless precision. Alex moaned, her hips bucking against his face, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.
"Fuck, Ridge—right there—" she gasped, her voice breathless, her body trembling as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. The water cascaded over them, steam curling around their bodies as Ridge worshipped her with his mouth, his tongue flicking over her clit with relentless precision. "Don’t fucking stop—".
Ridge growled against her clit, the vibration sending a jolt of electricity straight to her core. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, holding her in place as he feasted on her. The hot water sluiced over their bodies, mixing with the slickness of her arousal as he lapped at her pussy, his tongue delving deep inside her before returning to circle her swollen clit.
Alex’s breath came in ragged gasps, her fingers tightening in his hair as she ground herself against his mouth.
"Fuck, Ridge—" she moaned, her voice thick with need. "Your tongue is—oh, fuck—"
Ridge chuckled darkly, the vibration against her clit making her hips jerk. Alex's body convulsed and she came, her juices trickling into Ridge's hungry mouth. Ridge held her tight to his mouth, supporting her as her orgasm rolled through her. He pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh. "You taste like fucking heaven, Alex," he murmured, his voice rough with lust. "I want to eat this perfect cunt forever." Ridge's voice was a filthy growl as he pulled back just enough to look up at her, his mouth glistening with her juices.
Alex stared down at him for a moment, then put a finger under his chin, beckoning him to stand beside her again. She kissed his mouth, savoring her taste on his lips. Then she took the soap and began to wash and explore him as he had her. As she did, she wondered to herself what she was doing, why this lover deserved more attention than the recent past few. But as she scrubbed his buttocks, the concern slipped away and she enjoyed the interaction and the attention.
Eventually, Ridge knelt again so she could scrub his hair, and he leaned against her, kissing her hip softly. When she announced she was done, Ridge turned off the water and tugged her close again, tongue tracing the lines of the rose tattoo on her shoulder. Then he moved and took a towel, wrapping her in it and buffing her skin dry before pressing lengths of her hair in the warm towel to dry them as well.
He rubbed her back and shoulders and then turned her to face him, his hands moving over her body, drying her but also caressing her. Alex smiled and reached up to cup his face, kissing him softly. "You're going to spoil me, Ridge," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "I don't know if I can handle it."
Ridge pressed his tongue into her mouth, kissing her slow and deep. After a few minutes, he drew back and studied her eyes. "Shall I cook for you or do you want to go find brunch?" Ridge asked as he held her close, his hands sliding down to grip her ass, pulling her flush against him.
Alex bit her lip, her fingers tracing the lines of his chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath her touch. "I don’t know if I can walk after last night, but I’m starving," she admitted with a soft laugh, her voice husky with lingering desire.
Ridge smirked, his green eyes darkening with a mix of amusement and hunger. "Then I’ll carry you," he growled, his voice rough with promise. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth as he lifted her effortlessly. He carried her naked through the master bath and the bedroom and down the stairs to the kitchen. Warm late-summer sunlight blazed into the kitchen, and he sat her on a counter in a beam.
He caressed her cheek as he studied her. "I can make eggs, or even omelets. I can make pancakes. I don't think I have really good bread for French toast, but I can make do if you like. What would you like?" He leaned to her ear and whispered, "Bear in mind not to get too full. There is going to be cardio of a sensual nature immediately following breakfast, I feel certain." Alex smiled at him and ran her fingers through his hair. "I'd like to see you try." Ridge's fingers traced the curve of her waist, his touch warm and possessive as he held her close. "Oh, I intend to." His voice was a low, filthy growl as his fingers traced the curve of her waist, his touch warm and possessive as he held her close. He whispered again, "So, your dining selection?"
She whispered back, "Omelets sound delightful." He pulled back and grinned at her. "Bacon and cheese then. Do you want any vegetables in your omelet?" She nodded and stole a kiss. "Whatever you're having." Alex murmured, her fingers still tangled in his hair, her blue eyes dark with lingering desire. Ridge's hands slid down to grip her hips, pulling her flush against him, his cock already hardening against her stomach. "You sure you're up for more after last night?" he growled, his voice rough with lust as he nipped at her jaw. Alex laughed softly, her fingers tracing the lines of his chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath her touch. "I don't think I've ever been more ready," she admitted, her voice husky with need.
"But first, I want to watch you cook. I want to see those hands that have been all over me working at something else." "You're a filthy little thing, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice rough with lust as he leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss.
He pulled away just enough to whisper against her mouth, "Stay right there, gorgeous. Don't you dare move an inch." Alex bit her lip, her fingers tracing the lines of his chest as she watched him turn and walk towards the refrigerator.
His naked body moved with a predatory grace, every muscle in his back and ass flexing as he bent to retrieve ingredients. The way his cock swayed between his thighs made her pussy clench, already wet from the memory of how he’d fucked her against the window last night.
Ridge glanced over his shoulder at her, a wicked grin on his face. "You like what you see, professor?" he asked, his voice a low rumble as he straightened, his thick cock already half-hard again.
Alex licked her lips, her eyes locked on the way his shaft twitched as he spoke. "I do," she admitted, her voice breathless. Ridge turned to face her fully, then grabbed an apron and tied it on. "Got to protect the good bits from splatter...". Alex nodded and shifted, her thighs spreading a little further. Ridge leaned down to pull out a baking sheet, waving his ass at her before he straightened back up. The apron appeared ridiculous, massively tented and beginning to show a wet spot against his cock.
Ridge spread bacon slices on the baking sheet and put it into the oven, then began preparing the omelet ingredients. "So where's home, Alex?" Before she could answer, he fed her a small cube of cheddar cheese. After she swallowed, she murmured, "I grew up in Chicago, but I've been here for years now." He turned to her and leaned in for a soft kiss. "Are you happy here?" he asked her. She pondered for a moment, then said, "I'm not not happy here. If that makes sense?"
He nodded and set the chopped ingredients to one side, then broke six eggs into a bowl and added some milk. As he whisked them together, he studied her face. "Is there a story about the rose tattoo?" Alex blushed and leaned back a little, leaning on her arms, pressing her breasts firmly into his attention. Ridge took a long slow breath and continued with the eggs as he dutifully acknowledged her fine breasts. She grinned and murmured, "Good boy," before going on. "The woman who pierced my nipples became a lover. And she was really talented with the needle. Drunk one night, I agreed to let her decorate me, and that was what she came up with."
Ridge grinned at her and set the bowl down, then leaned one hip against the counter beside her hip. He reached out to trace the lines of the rose with a fingertip, causing Alex to shiver just a little. Ridge asked, "Is it out of bounds to ask what happened?" Alex paused and took his hand, raising it to her mouth and kissing a fingertip softly. "No, but it means the world that you asked." She sighed. "She decided she wanted to make me her living model, with all sort of piercings and tattoos. I didn't want that, and she couldn't accept it. So we broke up." She shrugged, causing her breasts to dance lightly. Ridge raised his eyes to hers, and she smirked at him, knowing the effect she had.
The timer went off and he pulled the bacon from the oven. He set a pan on the stove and began melting butter for the omelet. He leaned into her again and softly kissed her cheek. "Here comes the exciting part." Alex tilted her head back and laughed. "Like any of this isn't exciting?" Ridge returned her smirk and poured the eggs into the pan then started breaking up the bacon.
Ten minutes later, he had delightful fluffy omelets garnished with chives and the bacon. He turned off the stovetop and wrapped his arms around Alex, lifting her to the floor, before guiding her to the breakfast table, with another view of the city. After setting the plates down, he slapped his forehead and returned to the kitchen before bringing back two glasses of orange juice. Then he removed his apron and sat beside her, legs touching under the table.
He leaned in and kissed her neck, his breath hot on her skin. "You look delicious," he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist. "But not as delicious as this omelet." He grinned at her, his green eyes dark with hunger, and took a bite of his food. Alex laughed softly, her fingers brushing his thigh under the table. "You're incorrigible," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. Ridge chuckled, his fingers tightening around her thigh, pulling her closer. "You have no idea, gorgeous," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "But first, let's eat. I don't want you passing out on me before I'm done with you," Ridge murmured, his voice rough with promise as he speared a forkful of omelet and fed it to her. The cheese stretched between the fork and her lips, and she wrapped her mouth around it, her tongue flicking out to lick the tines clean. Ridge's eyes darkened, his cock twitching against her thigh under the table as he watched her.
Alex swallowed and smirked at him. "You're not exactly making it easy to focus on breakfast," she teased, her fingers tracing slow circles on his thigh, inching closer to his hardening cock. Ridge nodded and leaned back. "Fair. And I did so want to impress you with my modest cooking skills." He took a bite of his own omelet. "Err, needs a pinch of salt." He grimaced but she just shook her head. "Best omelet I've had in a while, Ridge. Are you good at everything you do?"
The question made him sit back and consider. Eventually, his hand reached out and covered hers. "I think that I try to be, Alex. I mean, what's the point otherwise?" She flexed her hand under his and then turned it so she could wind her fingers around his. "Leave the plates, Ridge. I'll clean up after." Then she stood and led him to the couch, looking out over the picture window he pressed her against when he fucked her. She pushed him to a seat and then gracefully climbed into his lap, facing him. She kissed him slowly, then drew back and fed him one of her nipples. "Slowly, Ridge. Lingeringly. All day if need be." Ridge murmured a soft, "Yes ma'am," then closed his mouth around her her pebbly nub, sucking it into hardness between his lips.
His tongue flicked over the sensitive tip, making her gasp and arch against him. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he worshipped her breasts, his mouth moving from one to the other, teasing and tormenting her nipples until they were swollen and aching.
Alex moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair as she rocked against him, her wet pussy sliding against the thick length of his cock. "I need you inside me." Ridge growled against her skin, his hands sliding down to grip her ass, pulling her flush against him. "I thought you said 'slowly', baby?" She started to remonstrate when his cock slid slowly inside her, not stopping until his balls pressed against her. And then his hips remained perfectly still as his hands and mouth worked her over gently.
His cock pulsed inside her, thick and heavy, stretching her walls as he held her there, suspended in the moment. Alex whimpered, her hips trying to move, but Ridge’s grip was firm, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass.
"Fuck, Ridge," she gasped, her voice thick with frustration. "You’re killing me."
He chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her nipple as he pulled back just enough to speak. "Patience, gorgeous. I want you to feel every fucking moment of this."
His lips closed around her nipple again, sucking hard enough to make her back arch. She groaned. "Okay, change in plan. Claim me, possess me. Slowly." She tilted her head forward so that she looked at him through her bangs. Ridge opened his eyes to the flecks of gold swirling in her eyes, and his fingers clenched her ass that much more tightly.
His cock pulsed inside her, and she gasped at the sensation. "Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, his voice rough with need. "I don't think I've ever felt anything like this." His hips rolled just slightly, the slow, deliberate motion making her whimper. "You feel like heaven, Ridge," she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair. "Fuck me like you mean it." He smirked, his lips brushing against her ear. "Oh, I mean it, baby. I mean every fucking inch of it." His hips rolled again, this time with more force, his cock sliding deeper inside her.
Alex gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as she felt him stretch her, fill her completely. "Fuck, Ridge—" she moaned, her voice breathless, her body trembling. "That just feels...perfect."
Ridge groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he began to move, each thrust slow and deliberate, his cock dragging against her walls, making her gasp and moan. "You like that, baby?" he growled, his voice rough with lust. "You like feeling my cock inside you?"
Alex nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes—fuck, yes. I love it," Alex gasped, her voice a desperate whimper as Ridge’s cock dragged against her inner walls, each slow thrust sending waves of pleasure through her. "Don’t stop—don’t you dare fucking stop."
Ridge growled, his grip tightening on her hips as he pulled her down onto him, burying himself to the hilt. His cock pulsed inside her, thick and heavy, stretching her in the most delicious way. "You’re so fucking tight, Alex," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "Like a goddamn vise around my cock."
Alex moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rolled her hips against him, trying to take him even deeper. "Fuck, Ridge, you feel so *good* inside me," she whimpered, her voice thick with need. "I want you to fuck me like you own me. Like you can't get enough."
Ridge growled, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave marks. "You *are* mine, Alex," he snarled, his voice rough with possession. "Every fucking inch of you belongs to me right now."
He pulled her down onto him with a sharp thrust, his cock slamming into her so deep she gasped, her back arching. "Fuck!" she cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair as she clung to him. "Yes—just like that—"
Ridge’s mouth crushed against hers, swallowing her moans as he began to fuck her in earnest. His hips snapped up, driving his cock deep inside her with every thrust, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the air. Alex’s nails raked down his back, her body trembling with the force of his movements. he growled against her lips, his voice rough with lust. "You like feeling my cock pounding into that tight little cunt?"
Alex whimpered, her pussy clenching around him as she nodded. "Yes—oh fuck, yes—" she gasped, her voice barely coherent as Ridge’s cock slammed into her again and again, each thrust hitting that perfect spot deep inside her. His hands gripped her hips so tightly she knew she’d have bruises, but she didn’t care. She wanted them. Wanted to feel him mark her, claim her, make her his in every way possible.
Ridge’s breath came in ragged growls, his green eyes dark with lust as he watched her. "You’re so fucking delicious," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "I want to feel you come all over my cock, baby. Let me watch you lose control," Ridge growled, his voice thick with lust as he slammed into her again, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision.
Alex gasped, her back arching as his cock hit that perfect spot deep inside her. "Fuck—Ridge—" she moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her down onto him with every thrust, his cock stretching her in the most delicious way. And then her own hips were moving, responding to his thrusts with her own. Her forehead rested on his shoulder as she fucked him back, her eyes closed as she cataloged every sensation he sparked in her.
The heat of his skin against hers, the way his cock stretched her so perfectly, the way his fingers dug into her hips hard enough to bruise, the taste of his sweat. She could feel his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust, the wet sound of their bodies colliding filling the room.
"Fuck, Alex," Ridge growled, his voice rough with lust as he buried his face in her neck. "You feel so goddamn good. Like you were made for me." She moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him deeply. "I was," she whispered against his lips.
As if she had pressed a button, Ridge trembled and then spasmed beneath and inside her, his seed spurting hard against her cervix. And then she was there too, trembling as she wrapped her arms harder about him and squeezed him inside and out. Slowly he gathered his breath and kissed her neck. "Were you now? Made for me?" Ridge growled, his voice thick with lust. His cock pulsed inside her, still buried deep, twitching as he poured himself into her. He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he held her down on his cock, grinding her against him. "Say it again," he demanded, his voice rough and raw.
Alex moaned, her pussy clenching around him, milking every last drop from his cock. "I was made for you," she whispered, her voice trembling with the intensity of her climax. "Every fucking inch of me was made for you, Ridge."
Ridge groaned, his cock still buried deep inside her, twitching as the last of his cum spurted into her. His hands slid up her back, fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her head back, exposing the slender column of her throat. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her pulse point as he growled, "Then take every fucking inch of me, Alex. Let me show you just how good it can be."
He didn’t give her time to respond. With a sudden, powerful movement, he stood up, lifting her effortlessly with him. His cock remained buried deep inside her as he carried her toward the window. The city sprawled beneath them, a glittering expanse of lights and shadows, but neither of them spared it a glance. All that mattered was the heat between them, the way their bodies fit together like two pieces of a filthy, perfect puzzle.
Ridge pressed her back against the cold glass, the contrast of the chilled surface against her heated skin making her gasp. "Fuck, you feel so good," he growled, his voice rough with lust as he began to move inside her again.
His cock was still rock hard, buried deep in her tight pussy, and he started to fuck her with slow, deliberate thrusts. The glass behind her back was cold, but the heat of his body against hers made her forget the chill. His mouth found hers, his tongue sliding between her lips as he fucked her with deep, powerful strokes.
Alex moaned into his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him. His cock dragged against her walls with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein, stretching her in the most delicious way.
His cock was thick, heavy, and impossibly hard, filling her completely. The way he moved inside her—slow, deliberate, and with a possessive growl in his throat—made her whimper with need. "Fuck, Ridge," she gasped, her voice breathless as he slammed into her again. "You feel so *good* inside me."
Ridge groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pressed deep, burying himself to the hilt. "You’re so fucking tight, Alex," he growled, his voice rough with need. His lips then teeth found her neck, chewing hungrily.
The words sent a shudder through her, her pussy clenching around him involuntarily. She could feel every inch of him—thick, hard, and impossibly deep inside her. The cold glass against her back only made the heat between her legs more intense, the contrast heightening every sensation.
"Fuck, Ridge," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Ridge’s grip on her hips tightened, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises. She didn’t care.
Didn’t care about the bruises, didn’t care about the window, didn’t care about anything except the way his cock stretched her open, the way he filled her completely. Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper.
"Harder," she demanded, her voice a filthy whisper against his ear. "Fuck me like you mean it, Ridge. Like you’re trying to break me."
Ridge growled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into hers. His hands slid from her hips to her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he lifted her slightly, adjusting the angle.
His cock dragged against her G-spot with every thrust, making her gasp and moan. "Fuck, Ridge—right there—" she gasped, her voice breathless, her body trembling. "Don’t stop—don’t you *fucking* stop." And then she gasped and screamed, her mouth lowering to his shoulder as she bit hard, her orgasm rocketing through her. Taken by surprise, Ridge came again also, pressing her against the glass and pounding into her as his release emptied into her womb.
His cock pulsed and jerked inside her, filling her with thick, hot cum as his fingers dug into the firm flesh of her ass. He growled against her neck, his breath hot and ragged as he emptied himself into her, his cock twitching with every spurt of cum. "Fuck, Alex," he groaned, his voice rough with lust. "You feel so fucking good. I can't get enough of you."
Alex whimpered, her body trembling as she felt him fill her, her pussy clenching around his cock as she milked every last drop from him. "Ridge," she gasped, her voice breathless. "I can't... I can't fucking move."
He chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against her ear. "Good," he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
Alex shivered, her pussy still clenching around his softening cock as he held her against the cold glass. The city blurred in her vision, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Ridge's hands slid up her back, fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her head back, exposing her throat.
"Look at you," he growled, his voice thick with lust.
"Fucking *perfect*."
Alex shivered as Ridge’s fingers traced the curve of her waist, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The city outside the window blurred into a haze of light and shadow, but all she could focus on was the way his cock twitched inside her, still half-hard, still *filling* her.
She moaned, her pussy clenching around him involuntarily. "I can still feel you," she whispered, her voice raw with need. "Every fucking inch of you."
Ridge chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "Good," he murmured. His hands slid down to grip her thighs, spreading them wider. Ridge pulled back just enough to look at her, his green eyes dark with lust. "I want to watch you come again, Alex. I want to feel your tight little cunt milking my cock dry."
Alex whimpered as he lifted her slightly, adjusting the angle. His cock, still slick with their combined cum, slid deeper inside her, stretching her walls in a way that made her gasp. "Fuck, Ridge," she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "You're going to ruin me."
Ridge smirked, his hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles. "That's the fucking point, baby," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "I want to ruin you. I want to make you mine in every way possible." His cock dragged against her G-spot with every movement, sending electric jolts of pleasure through her body. Alex gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him. "You're gonna make me come again." Ridge chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against her ear. "That's the idea, gorgeous," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "I want to feel you come all over my cock. I want to watch you fall apart for me." Ridge's voice was a filthy growl as he slid his hands under her ass and lifted her slightly, his cock still buried deep inside her. He adjusted the angle, the head of his cock pressing against that perfect spot inside her that made her see stars.
Ridge growled gently and lifted her again, carrying her back up the stairs and to the bed. They made love for hours, as the sun slanted across the sky and the shadows grew long. Finally, with her curled up beside him against his chest, they talked quietly about what to do for the night. Alex had to be at work early, and Ridge had the first day of classes. Finally, they agreed, unhappily, to separate for the night. Ridge drove Alex back to her condo rather than ordering a rideshare.
He walked her to her door and studied her face. "You swear that the number you gave me is the real thing?" Alex giggled then looked at him seriously. "You asked me to trust you, Ridge. You need to trust me too." She leaned up to kiss him, and wrapped her arms about his neck. "I'll talk to you tonight, and I'll talk to you tomorrow, and we'll figure out how to get back together, even if it is just for a meal. I'm not letting you escape that easily." Ridge nodded. They kissed until it was clear if one of them wasn't strong, they would end up back in bed. Exactly why that would be a bad thing escaped Ridge, but he tore himself from her embrace. "We'll talk soon. Promise."
Ridge walked back to his truck and waved as he pulled away.