Page 16 of Edge of Forever

That’s not the spot.

“How about this?” I use my hands to push her back a little, which changes the angle again.

“Sam!” she shrieks, and I know we’re close to the finish line.

I pick up speed, slamming up and in, over and over, watching her face as she listens to her body.

I bring two fingers to my mouth and wet them before flicking them across her clit a few times.

That’s all it takes.

She bucks and writhes, nails digging into my chest as we fall over the cliff together. She’s warm and wet and so fucking tight, her pussy milking my cock like a pro. I think I growled like a fucking bear, but it doesn’t matter how loud we are.

Nothing matters but her.

I want to say I’ve had better sex, but I can’t.

“Thank you for making my first time amazing,” she whispers after a moment. “I was kind of nervous that I would be bad at it, or that it would hurt so much I wouldn’t be able to pleasure you.”

“I knew there was a chance it would be quick and not particularly good for you,” I say. “The first time can be tricky.”

“Have you been with a lot of virgins?”

“Do you really want to talk about other women I’ve been with now?”

“In this context, yes.”

“Three,” I say. “One in high school—we were both virgins and while it wasn’t bad, it was messy and awkward. She bled a lot, the condom broke, and we both cried.”

“Oh.” Her eyes round. “Was it…okay?”

“Yeah, no pregnancy but we were a little traumatized. The second time I was with a virgin was better. It was freshman year of college. It was okay for me, but she said it hurt a lot, so I felt bad.”

“Oh, that’s sad.”

“I did my best to be gentle, but I don’t think there’s anything you can do about the biological part of the experience. Anyway, the third was a couple of years ago. I was twenty-one and she was nineteen. She said it didn’t hurt but she wasn’t thrilled with the whole thing either. We dated for about a year and she never really warmed up to sex. It was more a duty for her than something she wanted. In the end, that’s why we broke up.”

She’s quiet for a minute.

“I feel like this isn’t the norm,” she says. “None of my friends had two orgasms their first time. Or any time, I don’t think.”

“This isnotthe norm. In fact, it’s the opposite of the norm. You and me, Kirsten, we have something special. I hope you know that.”

“I do.” She lifts her head and looks into my eyes. “What are we going to do, Sam? I can’t imagine just walking away and leaving things to chance.”

“Me either, but I’m not sure what choice we have.”

“There are always choices.”

“I don’t want you to go to college feeling trapped in a relationship with a man who can’t be there for you. We’re on tour for the rest of the year, and then I have no idea where I’m going to be. On another tour? Back in the studio? We can’t make those plans until we see how this tour and album do.”

She hesitates. “You could never make me feel trapped.”

“I don’t think we can know until we’re in the middle of it, and by then it’s usually too late.”

“I’d like to think you and I would be better than that. That we would communicate, find a way to either make it work or come to a mutual decision that it’s run its course.”

She doesn’t have enough experience to know that things are rarely that simple.

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