Page 65 of The Edge of Never

“Thane,” they whispered, “be gentle with me, please.”

It reminded me Kit had said they hadn’t had penetrative sex since their miscarriage. This was a first for both of us, in a way.

“Be gentle with me tae. I havnae been with anyone else.”

Kit paused.

I only told them that to reassure them they weren’t alone in being nervous. This was new to me. Being this desperate for a physical connection with another person.

“Only her?”

“Aye.”

They leaned closer, pressing their forehead against mine.

“We’ll be gentle with each other, then.”

I nodded, feeling their skin rub along mine. I wasn’t scared of what would happen next. It felt right. Like I needed this with them. Nothing was going to stop me unless Kit said no.

They pressed me inside them. I let out a pant at the sensation. Kit didn’t go fast. They took their time as they slid down onto my cock. I didn’t hurry them. I held their neck and kept stroking their clit, feeling their fingers tighten around my shoulder.

“Ye okay?” I whispered.

They nodded.

“Ye feel guid.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Aye.”

Kit let out a snort, which made them sink down further, taking all of me. Their breath whooshed out of them.

“Fuck.”

Before I could ask them if it was too much, they rocked themselves on me. I grunted. I wasn’t lying when I said they felt good.

Kit rubbed their cheek along mine, continuing to move against me.

“Kit.”

They moaned, lifting their hips, and dragging me out of them, only to drop back down. The rhythm they set had me gripping their neck tighter.

“Kit.”

They moved faster, panting as they did it.

“Fuck me,” they whispered against my cheek, “please. I want you so much.”

The vulnerability in their voice had me obeying. As if I could say no. As if I could deny them when they’d already given me so fucking much.

I moved my hips in time with theirs, pressing myself deep with each stroke. Kit’s panting and moaning grew louder. My fingers were still circling their clit. I wasn’t planning on losing the challenge they’d given me, but it wasn’t only about that. They deserved the pleasure.

“Ye want more?” I murmured.

“No, this is perfect. Don’t stop, please.”

“Am no stopping until ye cry mah name.”

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