Page 13 of Edge of Forever

I can’t decide if I want to keep watching or just lie back and enjoy—it’s incredibly erotic to see my own personal rockstar about to go down on me.

He teases me for what feels like a long time, kissing and licking my thighs, the top of my mound, and everything in between. Until finally, fingers trail down my slit, his breath warm against the sensitive flesh.

“Sam…” His name escapes before I can stop it, but then his mouth is… Right. There. I make a sound but I’m not sure what it is. Pleasure wrapped in ecstasy with a hint of curiosity.

Soft lips and a warm tongue trace lines along my privates. He uses his fingers to spread me open and then presses his tongue inside me. My body quivers with need and anticipation. No one has ever gotten me off, though I’ve done it on my own a few times, but none of my make out sessions ever got me to the promised land.

Something tells me that won’t be a problem with Sam.

He slides the tip of his finger inside me, and my hips shoot up off the bed.

“Oh!”

“Did I hurt you?” He freezes, only lifting his head.

“No… I was just surprised… but it’s fine. Better than fine.”

His eyes gleam, and he goes back to what he was doing but with more intensity now. Circling my clit with the tip of his tongue, he continues to explore every part of me—even backthere. His touch is light, and I know instinctively he won’t push that envelope. Not yet anyway.

“Please…” I whisper.

There’s a finger inside me, and his tongue is doing wicked things to my lady bits. My hips are rising and falling, inchingcloser, anxious to get somewhere I’ve never been before. This isn’t going to be a pleasant little orgasm I get by rubbing between my legs—this is nirvana.

My tummy coils and tightens, Sam sucks my clit into his mouth, and a white-hot shot of pleasure rocks me with an intensity I wasn’t expecting. I’m pretty sure I screamed, but I don’t know anything right now except how good it feels. My body is temporarily not my own, and I’d sell my soul to the devil for this feeling to never end.

“That’s my girl…” Sam lifts his head and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Want to know what you taste like?”

“Y-yes.”

And I do.

He covers my body with his and kisses me.

The taste is tangy but sweet, something foreign and exciting.

Our tongues tangle and twine together as I relish this new experience.

“Keep your legs open for me, baby,” he murmurs.

Then I realize he’s there, right at my entrance, his hard length pressed against the overheated flesh.

Before I have time to think about it, or worry about whether it’s going to hurt, he’s inside me.

One firm but gentle thrust and it’s over.

Well, what I assumed would be the hard part is over.

There was a twinge of uncomfortable pressure but nothing I would consider pain.

Now I just feel…full.

“Is it… are we…” My voice trails because I feel a little silly.

Of course we are.

I’m just not sure what to do.

“We are. You okay?” He isn’t moving, his gorgeous blue eyes boring into mine as he waits for me to give him the go ahead.

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