Page 55 of Edge of Desire

“Are you cold?” he asked.

“No, are you?”

He shook his head and pulled his shirt off, which spurred me on. I began with his chest, kissing him softly. My tongue circled his pierced nipples, and when they puckered as he moaned, my lust became unbearable. I wanted to touch every scar he had and so I did, with my tongue. It sketched several of them before his hands reached for me and pulled me closer.

“I’ve waited far too long for this,” he said as he put his hands on the hem of my shirt. Looking at me by the firelight, I could see he was searching for my approval.

“You don’t have to ask.”

“It wouldn’t be right if I didn’t. I want to make sure it’s what you want.”

“I’ve wanted you for longer than I can say. Now take my damn shirt off.”

“There’s just one thing first. You know I’m clean. Are you on any ...”

I knew what he was going to ask, so I interrupted him. “I’m healthy too and also on the pill. Now about my shirt. Will you please get this thing off?”

“Gladly.” He did and my bra followed. But then he just studied me, almost as if he had never seen me naked before. A long time passed, and he didn’t speak. Maybe he didn’t like what he saw. I stood there, exposed to him and was unsure of what to do, so I finally asked, “Is this okay? I mean am I ...” My finger motioned up and down my body.

His voice caught as he breathed, “You’re vastly superior to just okay. Exquisite in fact.” His hands reached for me and held my shoulders as he bent his head and kissed my neck. His tongue and lips burned a trail to the area below my jaw and it set my heart racing. I was lost in a sea of sensations, and before I realized it, I was lying on my back on the sleeping bag, with Preston on his side next to me. His fingers meandered up and down my torso, over my breasts, and across my chest to the dips above my collarbones. His tongue followed each of his fingers and I groaned with the pleasure he induced.

My hands suddenly developed a mind of their own for I grabbed his hip and tugged him closer to me. “Naked, Preston. I want you naked. Completely. Totally. Now.” He heard the desperate urgency in my voice. How did I know this? His mouth and hands left my body and he stripped. When I sat up to do the same, his hand halted my movements.

“Please don’t deny me this,” he begged.

I looked at him and, dear God, he was nothing less than magnificent. The sheer sight of him stole my breath and turned my blood into liquid fire, leaving me burning with lust. I wanted to carve him into my memory, so I would have this sight to cherish forever. Before I could stop myself, I told him so. “You are so beautiful. I want to, no, I need to touch you.”

Giving me the oddest look, he stopped and stared at me, like maybe he didn’t get what I was saying.

“I’m not kidding. Take off my pants now, so I can move.”

He nodded and did as I told him. When I was naked, I rose to my knees in front of him and looked at him. “May I?”

“Yes.” One simple word and I almost melted into a puddle. My hands reached for his hips first. There were several tattoos that begged for attention. But the main ones were on his back. I wasn’t sure if I would get there tonight, but someday I would revel in paying homage to them. I sat back on my heels as my hands gently ranged over his glorious body. There was one thing I learned with certainty. I would never tire of admiring, touching, or kissing every inch of Preston.

“Avery, I believe it’s my turn.”

“But I’m not done yet. There’s just one last thing,” I mumbled. My mouth had ventured across his luscious V, and as I reached that fine dusting of hair that led straight to my destination, my mouth wrapped around him, and I finally tasted heaven. He gasped as I licked and teased him, stroking him with my hand, mouth, and tongue.

“Sweet heaven you have to stop.” The steel in his voice grabbed my attention.

“Why?”

“Because this is our first night together and I want it to be all about you.” He was hiding something, but I didn’t care at that moment.

“I didn’t know there were any rules to this.”

“No rules. But for you, I want to give you the heavens,” he explained as he pulled me up to join him.

“But, Preston, you just were.”

“Kiss me. I need your mouth on mine,” he said raggedly.

There was such desperation in his request, I complied, knowing it was what he needed. It seemed he was more into giving than receiving. But one day, I would give him this just so he could see how much pleasure it gave me.

This kiss was much different from the last. The urgency in him was greater as he took over my mouth. His tongue plunged past all barriers and moved with a heat unlike the Preston I had known before. My breath was ragged as I matched him stroke for stroke. His arms encircled me and lifted me up, molding my body to his. “Now it’s my turn.”

Naked, lying on my back, under the sparkling stars with Preston kissing every inch of me was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced. His hand brushed across my breast, tweaking my nipple and then his mouth followed, sucking on it hard. The purrs had ceased to exist and were replaced with groans that the entire state could hear.

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