Page 15 of The Edge of Intensity

“Rourke,” I croak.

He hums and switches nipples. “Fuck, darlin’. You have perfect tits.”

“Uhmm, thanks?” I mumble, and groan when he sucks hard.

The feeling goes straight to my clit and for a moment I wonder if I can orgasm while he’s playing with my breasts. At this point I don’t even care about the why and how; I want him to make me come.

No. That’s a lie. I want him inside me because I can’t be selfish, not when he’s making me feel this amazing. He didn’t come yesterday and now all his focus is on me again.

“I want you,” I whisper.

“You have me,” he instantly replies against my wet and hard nipple.

A growl rumbles through me and I tighten my fingers in his hair to rip him away from my chest and fiercely tell him, “I want your dick inside me, Rourke. Now. I need to feel you and come with me.”

“Fuck, woman,” he growls. “I love the mouth on you.”

He leans back and quickly opens his jeans to take out his dick. The air gets stuck in my throat when I catch a glimpse of shiny metal. Holy hell, is that why he kept it in his pants?

“You’re pierced?” I gasp. “And huge. Oh, shit.”

I move my ass while Rourke slides my shorts and panties off in one go. Fisting his hard, shiny with added hardware, length and places it at my center.

He glides it up and down through my drenched pussy lips and states, “Wait till you feel them inside you, sweetheart. You’ll love it.”

There isn’t time to reply when his hands grip my hips and he starts to pump with short strokes to slowly fill me up completely. I’m out of breath and have my nails digging into his back when he’s finally lodged deep inside me.

It feels as if he’s everywhere, filling me to the brim while teasing my nipple with his mouth, hands on my hips to keep me in place. All I can do is hold tight and don’t let go as he starts to take me. I have no other words for it.

We both lose control, letting go to chase the bliss. The pleasure builds and shakes my soul when I shatter into a million pieces. Wave after wave crashes through my body. Ecstasy from the inside out, and I’m vaguely aware of Rourke burying his mouth into the crook of my neck where he nips and sucks until he throws his head back and roars out my name.

I can feel him thickening inside me, hot pulses fill me up and all of it triggers another wave of pleasure to crash over me. This. This right here was a thousand times better than what happened yesterday in the stables. If each time with this man is more intense when it comes to pleasure, then I know deep down I made the best decision ever.

Rourke connects his gaze with mine and the open desire, warmth, admiration, and adoration is radiating from him. “Stunningly beautiful. That’s you, darlin’. But what we just did? Fuck.”

Smirking I quip, “Fuck, we sure did.”

He shakes his head. “Nah, what we did wasn’t fucking. It was more like hitting supernova on the sex scale. Damn.”

Laughter bubbles from me and it makes his dick slip from me. A rush of wetness follows and it’s then I realize we’re in the kitchen and my bare ass is on the counter while his sperm slides out. Yuck. I need to sanitize the kitchen as soon as possible.

Then I realize another crucial detail. “I’m not on birth control. I have hormonal migraines and have tried more than a handful, but it only made them worse. Oh shit. I’m so stupid.”

“Hey now,” Rourke murmurs and takes my face in his hands. “I remember you mentioning birth control not being able to help your hormonal migraines. I screwed up as well, it wasn’t just you.”

I groan and let my forehead drop to his chest.

“So, I do hope you’re open to the chance of having kids.” There’s huskiness in his voice. “Because I intend to keep on emptying myself inside you. Damn, I rather not wrap up after knowing what it feels like to be bare inside a woman. You were the first.”

“You were my first too,” I muse. “My first time was with a condom, not exactly comfortable, but it could have been the whole first-time thing too.”

“We’re not going to talk about other men or past fucks when my cum is still leaking out of you,” Rourke rumbles.

I glance down at the mess and realize I’m still sitting on the counter. “My sister isn’t the only one with the kink to have sex everywhere else except the bedroom.”

Laughter rips from Rourke and I chuckle along with him until knocking on the front door interrupts us.

Rourke lifts me off the counter. “Go clean up, I’ll go see who’s at the door.”

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