Page 56 of Edge of Desire

“Give me your hand,” he demanded huskily.

I did as he asked, and he took one of my fingers, put his lips around it, and sucked on it without mercy. My body tightened in response. He moved to my other breast and repeated his sweet torture. My whole body clenched with need, and I trembled from the force of it.

“Preston, now.”

“Not yet.”

His body slid further down, and his hands massaged the insides of my thighs as his mouth worked magic on secret places around my hip bones. His tongue roamed my body until it joined his hands, and he nipped at the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. I shivered again, sure I was going to internally combust. I labored for breath, but it was nothing compared to what I was getting ready to experience.

Preston’s tongue landed on my clit and I moaned, not because I climaxed, but with the shock of sensation. Heat, a wave of burning heat hit me and roared through my veins, centering on my core as he circled and teased me with his tongue. Around and around, back and forth he moved, until he slipped one long finger inside and began a synchronized rhythm with his tongue. Moments later I cried out as the force of my orgasm crashed into me.

“You are absolutely exquisite.”

Still speechless and huffing from the ecstasy I had just experienced, I pulled his arms, indicating I wanted him to come to me. He understood and kissed me, hesitatingly at first. I didn’t understand initially, but then I realized he was simply giving me time to breathe. I didn’t want time. Who needed to breathe? Oxygen was overrated. I wanted Preston. All of him and told him so.

“I need you so badly, but I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

“I’m a little nervous,” I confessed.

He drew back, touching my face. “Why? Was it something I did?”

“No! God no! You’re great, wonderful in fact. It’s just that it’s been quite a while since I’ve done this, so I may be a bit out of practice.”

“We don’t have to do this, you know. We can wait, or we can try and stop if you don’t want to continue. Just say the word.”

I held his face in the palms of my hands and told him, “I love you. I want you. I’ve wanted you for so damn long and dreamed about this moment forever. We’re not waiting. I only wanted you to know that we may need to go a bit slow is all.” Then I kissed him, took his bottom lip into my mouth, and sucked on it right before I gently bit it.

He slowly moved against me, sliding up and down along my slit with his tip as he rubbed himself against my sex. Then he’d back away and start again. I clutched his hips and pulled him against me. “Now. Now, Preston.”

He pushed into me a bit and then retreated but was back again before I could cry out my disappointment. The next time he went a bit deeper, repeating this ritual until he eventually was fully seated inside of me, caressing me deeply, filling and stretching me wide.

“Oh, baby, you feel so sweet, so damn good.”

Pulling my legs up higher he moved to a slow rhythm, and I matched him, holding his hips tightly to me as the sensations deepened.

“Is this all right?” he asked, straining above me. His eyes drilled into mine and I’d never felt closer to anyone in my life. There was something so emotionally touching about having him so deep within me and looking into each other’s eyes.

“P-perfect,” I stuttered, as my mouth sought his.

He pulled almost all the way out again and I cried out at the loss, but he was back again, this time with more force than the last.

“Still okay?” he asked.

This time I could only nod as my eyes were locked on his. Seeing the firelight reflected in their depths made them look so soft and heated that a million stars could’ve fallen right next to us, and I wouldn’t have torn my eyes away.

“I’ll remember the way you look, just like this, under the starry sky, naked and beautiful, for the rest of my life. I love you, Avery.” My heart melted with his words.

Then he slipped his hand beneath me and cupped my hip, pulling me closer to him, so he could make better contact with that seriously sensitive spot of mine.

“Yes?”

“Oh, yeah.”

It was better than just yes. It was amazing as he thrust himself back into me filling me deeply, over and over, and my body clenched in response. The sensations built again, a collision of a billion nerve endings brilliantly communicating together to create something extraordinary.

My eyes were lost in the wonder of Preston’s as he observed me. My hand clenched the sleeping bag as the grips of euphoria captured me. His hand took mine as he entwined our fingers together. My heart battered my ribs and the stars above me brightened as my orgasm consumed me. His mouth was on mine breathing with me as he found his own climax. My body pulsated around him as we stared at each other until our orgasms faded away.

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