Page 14 of Edge of Forever

God, I love this man.

“I’m wonderful,” I say honestly. “It feels…”

How do I explain it?

Discomfort but not pain.

Fullness that borders on pleasure, but not that either.

“It feels?” He pauses, as if he’s in no hurry and actually wants to know what I’m trying to say.

“Like you’re big and I’m really full,” I admit. “Or is that just because it’s my first time?”

“I’ve been told I’m above average, but I’m not massive or anything. I’ve watched enough porn to know that much.”

I giggle and he smiles, reaching out to brush my hair out of my face.

“You’re amazing, Kirsten. You feel so fucking good. I could do this all night.”

A thought suddenly occurs to me.

“Are you… did you remember to get a condom?” I’m momentarily panicked, even though I’m protected.

He shakes his head, as if he can’t believe I have to ask. “Babe, I was prepared the whole time I was going down on you. That was a diversionary tactic to help you relax.”

“I see.” And I do relax, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Make love to me, Sam. I want to learn how to please you.”

“Oh, baby, just being here like this pleases me. You don’t have to do anything other than what you’re doing.”

“Then show me what it’s like.”

The first stroke is slow and steady as he pulls out to the tip. I feel a loss, even though I was still adjusting to all the new sensations.

Somehow, I’m already addicted to being with him like this.

How it feels when our bodies are synced this way.

When he presses back in, I can’t help but sigh with contentment. I want more. Everything. I just don’t know how to express that.

But I think he already knows.

“Lift your hips when I thrust in,” he whispers. “Show me that you like…howyou like it.”

“It feels like I need something,” I admit.

His eyes meet mine and his burn with intensity.

“You do. And I plan to give it to you as soon as you’re ready.”

Without another word, he pushes in and pulls out. Then he does it over and over again, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, until I finally understand what he’s talking about because my body starts to move with him. Meeting each thrust, clenching around him, taking it all.

And loving it.

Without warning, he flips us over so that I’m straddling him. My hands land on his chest hard as I get my balance, and I gaze down at him in surprise.

“Now you get to be in the driver’s seat,” he growls.

He looks a little wild like this… hair everywhere, eyes dark with passion, hands gripping my hips so firmly it’s almost painful.

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