Ridley's Morning Rituals

Sunday mornings were sacred, a refuge from the frenzied nights that preceded them. The lingering scent of arousal, the ghost of touch, still clung to the air as Mr. Ridley left me to slumber in, a silent invitation to indulge in the pleasures of solitude. I rose slowly, stretching languidly, the remnants of our shared passion still vibrating through my body. A hot shower washed away the last vestiges of intimacy, leaving me feeling clean, refreshed, and exquisitely vulnerable. As I padded into the kitchen, I found him already at work, a sculpted silhouette against the gleaming stainless steel of the stovetop. Naked, muscles rippling beneath his skin, he was preparing breakfast, a primal display of masculine form that always sent a shiver down my spine. The triangle of his shoulders, a perfect apex of strength and desire, held an undeniable power over me. My gaze followed the line of his back, descending to his lean waist, a silent wish forming in my heart: to lose myself in the embrace of his muscular physique.

After a few minutes of quiet observation, I moved with purpose, my steps light and deliberate. I circled around him, placing my arms around his waist from behind, feeling the satisfying press of his muscles against my back. The brush of his skin against my arm sent a jolt of heat through my veins. We nestled close, a silent communion of bodies, as I leaned in to kiss his back, savoring the intoxicating scent of his skin. The subtle tremor that ran through his frame confirmed my suspicions – he was anticipating my touch, his body a taut spring ready to unleash its pent-up energy.

The memories of last night, of the raw, unbridled passion that consumed us, flooded back, igniting a fervent desire within me. It always brought a heightened awareness of my own sensuality, a delicious anticipation of the pleasure he was capable of delivering. Mr. Ridley remained impassive, lost in his preparations, but his body betrayed his eagerness. A low sigh escaped his lips as I began to explore, my hands tracing the contours of his back, seeking the perfect point of contact. The heat intensified as my fingers found their mark, a slow, deliberate caress that built anticipation.

As I continued my exploration, a maple syrup bottle caught my eye. With a playful smirk, I grabbed it, pouring a generous amount into my hands. The sticky sweetness coated my fingers, a decadent treat for both of us. I began to slide them up and down his body, a sensual massage that awakened his senses. The rhythmic pressure sent shivers down his spine, and he responded with a low groan, his focus entirely consumed by my touch. For a few minutes, we remained motionless, lost in the pleasure of our shared intimacy. Then, as if on cue, he shifted his weight, his hand finding its way to my waist, pulling me closer. The kiss that followed was deep and passionate, a declaration of our mutual desire.

As our bodies intertwined, I noticed the subtle change in his demeanor. The scent of arousal grew stronger, the heat radiating from his skin intensifying. He began to moan softly, a primal sound of pleasure that resonated deep within my core. He gently turned off the stove, spinning around to face me, his hand cupping my cheeks as he pulled me in for another passionate embrace. The room filled with the sounds of our combined pleasure, a symphony of moans, sighs, and whispered words of love.

My exploration continued, my fingers tracing the contours of his body, igniting a firestorm of sensation. I felt a surge of anticipation, knowing that the climax was imminent. The pre-cum oozing from his member confirmed his readiness, a potent signal of his arousal. Before I could succumb to my instincts, Mr. Ridley shifted his focus, turning to explore me with renewed vigor. His hands moved across my skin, teasing and tantalizing, while I writhed in response, struggling to maintain control. The heat intensified, my body trembling with anticipation.

I couldn't resist the urge to taste his sweetness, dropping to my knees and leaning in for a passionate kiss. My lips devoured his cock, a primal act of pleasure that left me breathless. As I reached my climax, my head bounced up and down his shaft, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. His hand gripped my long blonde hair, guiding me as he continued his exploration. Looking up at him, I witnessed the sheer delight in his eyes, a reflection of the pleasure he was experiencing. With a forceful thrust, he threw his head back and let out a guttural yell, a release of pent-up tension. The intensity of the moment was palpable, a tangible force that threatened to overwhelm us both.

As he drew back, I continued my downward thrust, pushing myself against his body. The rhythmic pressure intensified, driving me closer to the brink. Each time I reached the base of his member, he pressed against my mouth, pulling me in for another passionate kiss. The sounds of our pleasure echoed through the room, a testament to the power of our connection. The sweet, sloppy noises of my mouth pleasuring him filled the air, a symphony of lust and desire.

"Ah, ahh, ohhh," escaped his lips as I continued my relentless assault. I wanted him to explode in my mouth, to push me to the very edge of ecstasy. "Oh, ohhh baby, fuck. Oh god, mmmmm. Eh, eh, ohhhhh..." His reactions were a constant reminder of his arousal, fueling my own desire. Mr. Ridley was nearing his breaking point, his body trembling with anticipation. He threw his head back and let out a massive, "Fuuuuccckk," then "Ohh, shit, baby, don't stop."

The moment arrived, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to consume us both. As he was about to cum, he began to explore me more intimately. His hands moved across my body, teasing and tantalizing, while I writhed in response, struggling to maintain control. The heat intensified, my body trembling with anticipation. It was time to lose myself in the pleasure of the moment, to surrender to the overwhelming desire that consumed me.

I looked up at him, and he guided me up by putting his hand on my chin and gesturing me to stand up. Of course, I surrendered to his touch and stood up. He quickly directed my hand back down to keep working him over. I picked up the pace as I resumed my previous position. He kissed me deeply, and this made my clit tingle. All I could think about was him getting all up in my business.

As I pleasured him, running my hand up and down and twisting around his rock hard cock, he ran his hand up my inner leg. I was wet, and when I stood, I could feel it dribbling down my thigh. My snatch was hungry for him. "Mrs. Ridley," he said, "what do we have here?" as he got all up in my wetness, which his excitement had created. I was ready to welcome him deep in me.

Saying nothing, I went down on him again, kissing his shaft as he put his cock back into my mouth. I wanted him inside me badly, but I also wanted him to sprinkle his excitement down my throat. It only took a minute, and he was thrusting hard into my mouth. He grabbed my perky tits and squeezed my nipples, sending me into a frenzy to feast on him. Whispers escaped his lips. "Ohhh," he moaned. Mr. Ridley gripped my tits as his body stiffened, and he pressed against me. What he was doing was almost going to make me cum, and he had barely touched me. "Fuuuuuccck, baby. Fuck me," he screamed, “pleeease, before I blow.”

I wanted him to blow and blow hard into me. I was torn. Did I keep going or let him pound my sweet spot into next week??? I couldn’t decide, so I kept going up and down, working him over. “Shit, babe. Ohhh fuck, oh fuck.” It was time. Grabbing my hair, he guided his cock deep inside. He twitched, and one spurt of his sweet cum entered my mouth. Suddenly, he jumped off the bench. “Fuck, baby,” he said, “let me take care of you, then you finish me.” He lifted me up, lay me down on the bench, spread my legs, and feasted on me. While he was flicking his tongue all around my entrance, he made my back arch off the cool stainless steel beneath me. I wrapped my legs around his neck, and grabbed the bench above my head. It was like his tongue was like it was fucking me: hard, wet, and hitting the spot. Within seconds, he had me wanting to take him back in my mouth or for him to pound my snatch. It felt amazing. He put his right arm under my waist and arched my back as I lifted my pussy up to greet his mouth. “Wow. Ohh, ohh fuck.” I was ready to cum all over his face. “Eh, ohh, and here it comes.” Before I could get the words “I’m cumming” out, he was sucking down my love in his throat as I screamed. Mr. Ridley removed my legs from around his neck, pulled my bum to the edge of the bench, and feasted on me one last time before making his way up to my perky tits and then to my lips. He was making a meal of my tits, almost sucking them off as he helping me to my feet. We stood there embracing each other, having a very sensual, wet kiss. My hand found its way back down to his dripping cock as his fingers entered me one by one. Mr. Ridley began to finger fuck me in return. I love being fingered almost as much as being fucked. I lost count how many fingers he had in me, twisting them like a cork screw as he fucked me with them. When he lifted them up into me, it felt amazing. He rammed the full length of his fingers into me, making me stand on tippy toes as they entered me. That love-ecstasy feeling had me ready to cum, as his thumb brushed over my clit. “Fuck,” I said, “take me to the bed.” He spun me around and pressed me against the fridge. The cold feeling of my tits being squashed against the cool surface was exhilarating. Mr. Ridley’s hand travelled down my arm, tickling me. He followed the outline of my body and found his way back to continue to finger fuck me. I was so wet that the sloppiness sounds made as he inserted his fingers was incredibly hot. He spread my legs a little and thrust his cock against my backside softly while he fingered me, moaning in my ear and kissing the back of my neck while he did. He then bent his knees so that his cock found my entrance, and he slid right up inside of me. We both moaned as his hands cupped my tits and used them as handles as he slowly thrust, in and out, pushing me against the fridge. His pace stayed so sensual and slow before it became slow and sharp, and he entered his entire length into me. He knew this drove us both wild. I reached down and began to tantalize and pleasure my clit. Wow, I was flooding down there. It was so silky and wet and felt amazing as he continued to fuck me. He threw his head back and let out a massive, “Fuuuuccckk,” then “Ohh, shit, baby, don’t stop.” I looked up at him, and he guided me up by putting his hand on my chin and gesturing me to stand up. Of course, I surrendered to his touch and stood up. He quickly directed my hand back down to keep working him over. I picked up the pace as I resumed my previous position. He kissed me deeply, and this made my clit tingle. All I could think about was him getting all up in my business. As I pleasured him, running my hand up and down and twisting around his rock hard cock, he ran his hand up my inner leg. I was wet, and when I stood, I could feel it dribbling down my thigh. My snatch was hungry for him. “Mrs. Ridley,” he said, “what do we have here?” as he got all up in my wetness, which his excitement had created. I was ready to welcome him deep in me. Saying nothing, I went down on him again, kissing his shaft as he put his cock back into my mouth. I wanted him inside me badly, but I also wanted him to sprinkle his excitement down my throat. It only took a minute, and he was thrusting hard into my mouth. He grabbed my perky tits and squeezed my nipples, sending me into a frenzy to feast on him. Whispers escaped his lips. “Ohhh,” he moaned. Mr. Ridley gripped my tits as his body stiffened, and he pressed against me. What he was doing was almost going to make me cum, and he had barely touched me. “Fuuuuuccck, baby. Fuck me,” he screamed, “pleeease, before I blow.” I wanted him to blow and blow hard into me. I was torn. Did I keep going or let him pound my sweet spot into next week??? I couldn’t decide, so I kept going up and down, working him over. “Shit, babe. Ohhh fuck, oh fuck.” It was time. Grabbing my hair, he guided his cock deep inside. He twitched, and one spurt of his sweet cum entered my mouth. Suddenly, he jumped off the bench. “Fuck, baby,” he said, “let me take care of you, then you finish me.” He lifted me up, lay me down on the bench, spread my legs, and feasted on me. While he was flicking his tongue all around my entrance, he made my back arch off the cool stainless steel beneath me. I wrapped my legs around his neck, and grabbed the bench above my head. It was like his tongue was like it was fucking me: hard, wet, and hitting the spot. Within seconds, he had me wanting to take him back in my mouth or for him to pound my snatch. It felt amazing. He put his right arm under my waist and arched my back as I lifted my pussy up to greet his mouth. “Wow. Ohh, ohh fuck.” I was ready to cum all over his face. “Eh, ohh, and here it comes.” Before I could get the words “I’m cumming” out, he was sucking down my love in his throat as I screamed. Mr. Ridley removed my legs from around his neck, pulled my bum to the edge of the bench, and feasted on me one last time before making his way up to my perky tits and then to my lips. He was making a meal of my tits, almost sucking them off as he helping me to my feet. We stood there embracing each other, having a very sensual, wet kiss. My hand found its way back down to his dripping cock as his fingers entered me one by one. Mr. Ridley began to finger fuck me in return. I love being fingered almost as much as being fucked. I lost count how many fingers he had in me, twisting them like a cork screw as he fucked me with them. When he lifted them up into me, it felt amazing. He rammed the full length of his fingers into me, making me stand on tippy toes as they entered me. That love-ecstasy feeling had me ready to cum, as his thumb brushed over my clit. “Fuck,” I said, “take me to the bed.”

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