Page 11 of Edge of Forever

I can’t help but wonder if her pussy tastes as sweet as her lips, and I have every intention of finding out.

But we’re not there yet.

The room is dark except for the lights coming from outside and we’re both still fully dressed.

“Should we get more comfortable?” I suggest softly.

“Sure.” She gives me a shy smile. “Will you unzip me?”

“My pleasure.” I stare in awe as I pull down the zipper of her beautiful dress, revealing a long, silky expanse of pale skin. She’s not wearing a bra or any kind of shapewear, and my breath catches when I see the top of a tiny lace thong.

Jesus, she’s gorgeous.

I’ve probably said or thought that a million times since we met, but it’s true.

She reaches for my hand as she steps out of the dress and then, ever so slowly, turns to face me.

Fu-uck.

I’m momentarily stunned at the beauty in front of me.

I’ve seen and slept with a lot of beautiful women in the last five years, but no one like Kirsten.

Her breasts are full and round, sitting high on her chest, with dusky nipples that are currently hard little peaks. If I didn’t already know the answer, I’d wonder if they were fake. Not for any other reason than the fact that they’re…perfect.

“I don’t know what to touch first,” I admit quietly.

“Anything you want. I’m yours.”

“You have to guide me, babe. I don’t know what your limits are or?—”

She silences me with two soft fingers on my lips. “No limits within reason. I mean, I don’t think I’m ready for nipple clamps and swinging from the ceiling yet, but anything you want to do, touch, kiss, or lick, I’m ready. More than ready. I’ve been waiting a year for this, Sam.”

“A year?” I shake my head a little. “Since last summer?”

She smiles. “Even after you unceremoniously kicked me to the curb because I was too young, I knew I wanted you.”

“I didn’t kick you to the curb,” I say, chuckling. “I did the right thing. You were seventeen. I was twenty-two. That’s wrong both legally and morally. I know you were willing, but according to the law, you weren’t old enough to make that decision. And even though it probably makes me a hypocrite, I agree with that. I think everyone should wait until they’re eighteen. Especially boys. We can besoimmature.”

She laughs. “Yes, you really can. But now I think it only fair that I see a little skin too. Even though I adore you in a tux.”

“I have to take it back tomorrow,” I say, “so make sure you’ve gotten your fill.”

“I’m sure.” She pulls her lower lip through her teeth. “Do it.”

I don’t think I’ve ever had a woman ask me to get undressed in a sexier voice.

Without hesitation, I lose the jacket and toss it aside. I start unbuttoning my shirt but she stops me, soft gentle fingers on mine as she takes over.

Yeah, I’m done for.

This woman is wrecking me, and we’ve barely done anything.

She takes her time, undoing each button before slowly and methodically pushing the shirt back and over my shoulders. Using one finger, she runs a trail along the dragon tattoo over my right shoulder and biceps.

“I think this one is my favorite,” she whispers, leaning up and using her tongue to follow the same trail as her fingers.

I hiss out a breath, her touch impacting me more than I’d like to admit.

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