Page 58 of Over the Edge

“Commando, huh?” he muttered as he reached for his own fly and shoved his slacks down quickly.

“Itistraditional dress,” she commented lightly.

“Come here, my beautiful Anna.” He gathered her into his arms, and for the first time, their naked bodies pressed against each other. She paused, absorbing the sensations. It was strange being so familiar with him, and with his body, in every way but this one.

His thighs were hard against hers. His longer legs put the soles of her feet on the tops of his. His chest hair tickled her breasts, and he could rest his chin on top of her head if he wanted to.

As his big body wrapped around hers, she felt delicate. Feminine. The good news was he had a good sense of how strong she was and wasn’t afraid to hold her tightly or press her deeply into the pillows.

He kissed her with passion, now, and she kissed him back with the enthusiasm of relief from long frustration. Thunder rumbled low in the distance, and they paused for a second to listen to it.

A few raindrops splatted against the windowpanes. The air around them became damp and took on a chill as the rainstorm drew near.

As the night cooled down, the ardor between them heated up. He moved more urgently against her, kissing her more deeply, and she gripped him with her arms and legs, wrapping her ankles around his hips. She kissed him eagerly, loving the feel of his tongue swirling around hers, loving the clash of their tongues.

Trevor groaned in the back of his throat, and his erection jutted against her hip in no uncertain terms.

“Please don’t make me wait any more,” she said urgently.

“You have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that,” he muttered.

“There will be time later for languid and romantic,” she declared. “But right now, I want you inside me. I want your heat and hardness and strength. I want you to drive into me until I’m mindless with pleasure and until you’re the same way.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he said around a smile so brilliant it was like the sun had come out in her bed.

He positioned himself between her welcoming thighs and pressed lightly against her core. “Are we good?” he asked.

“If you’re questioning position, angle, and fit, we’re fantastic. If you’re asking for consent one last time, I can only say, let’s roll…like, right now.”

He laughed under his breath and eased forward. Her body accepted the invasion of his, her eagerness overriding the tightness of not having had sex in over a year. She bucked against him, and he groaned a little.

“I’m trying to take it easy on you, here. But you’re making it damned hard to control my more lustful impulses,” he ground out.

She laughed up at him. “Ahh, but I don’t want you to control your lustful impulses.”

“Don’t tease me,” he warned.

“Says the man not getting around to the athletic sex I know him to be capable of,” she threw back. “Or at least that Ithoughtyou were capable of.”

“You did not just impugn my manhoodandmy fitness in a single sentence.”

“I did.”

He laughed silently, “Sweet Anna. Who else would have the guts to challenge me here and now?”

She grinned up at him and tugged his head down by the hair for a deep kiss, plunging her tongue suggestively into his mouth, mimicking the sex she would like to be having with him right now.

“Tease,” he muttered without removing his lips from hers.

“Slowpoke,” she mumbled back.

He surged into her then. Hard. Seating himself fully, deeply, inside her. It was totally amazing. “That’s more like it,” she gasped.

He withdrew partway and then roared home again. Their groans of pleasure mingled together this time.

“Again,” she panted.

He obliged, multiple times, in fact. Each time he paused until she was on the verge of screaming in frustration before driving home with a shudder that made her mad with lust and shudder from head to foot.

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