Page 83 of Over the Edge

“Should I stop?”

She groaned under her breath and replied, “If you stop now, I may have to kill you.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, then?”

“Yes, yes, and I say again, yes.”

He laughed but then the humor drained from his face as he began to press into her body. She stared up at him and he stared back in the faint light of yellow cyalume as their bodies slowly joined. It was a staggeringly intimate moment.

And then he filled her completely, hard and hot and delicious.

“You feel so good,” she murmured.

“Ditto.”

Not a man of many words. But she knew him to be sincere, at any rate. And then he began to move inside her, starting slowly, letting her body accustom itself to him. She moved easily beneath him, finding the rhythm.

Maybe it was because they were both exceptional athletes, or maybe it was because they were simply so completely in sync with each other, but they found a matching flow and rhythm immediately, their bodies undulating easily and powerfully against each other.

The friction was fabulous, and pleasure began to overtake her brain, dulling thought into disjointed expressions of desire and delight. She clutched his shoulders, hanging on tight as the ride went on and on, gathering momentum until they were rushing without brakes together toward some apocalyptic, unknown destination.

He drove into her over and over, deeper and deeper, and she rose to meet him each time with more vigor until their bodies were crashing into each other like dual storms colliding in the heavens.

She wasn’t prone to thinking in poetic terms about sex, but this…this was epic. He lifted her out of her body and took her to another place altogether, consisting only of pleasure and heat, pounding pulses and heavy breathing, straining muscles and perspiration-slicked skin sliding, flesh on flesh, creating pleasure so breathtaking she started to feel faint.

She lost herself in his gaze, black within black within black in the night, yet blazing so fiercely she could physically see the raging desire in his eyes. He made love with the same passion he did everything, and it stole the air from her lungs and left her panting for more.

She strained toward him with every cell in her being, wanting to absorb all of him into her heart and into her soul while she gave all of herself to him in return. Lust and emotion tangled until one became the other and she became both, all jangling nerves and raw feelings.

But then the physical reality of the sex took over, the sensation of sliding fullness, the slapping of their bodies, the lubricating sweat, heavy breathing, muscular fatigue, and the ever growing tension in her core that gradually spread outward until her entire body arched up off the ground taut and trembling as the orgasm building in her belly grew and grew, raging through her like a devouring inferno, destroying every part of her in its path as it built toward a towering climax.

Trevor grabbed her hands with his, entwining their fingers in a painfully tight grip as his thrusts increased in speed and force. She hung on for all she was worth, surging beneath him with all the abandon he’d accused her of.

He grimaced as the pleasure became so intense it bordered on pain. She knew the feeling. And yet it continued. The pleasure built to the breaking point. The electric energy ripping back and forth through her grew larger and larger until it felt like bolts of actual lightning spearing through her, incinerating her.

He froze above her and she stared up at him.

For one perfect, endless moment out of time, they paused on the edge of a precipice so great and grand she couldn’t even imagine the fall. And then he slammed home, with a muffled shout that became a prolonged groan. Or maybe that was her making that raw, guttural sound of utter pleasure and soul-deep release.

She didn’t know and didn’t care.

The release, a massive static discharge that tore her to shreds, ripped through her, Jagged. Sharp. White hot. So intense she wasn’t sure she could withstand so much pleasure all at once.

It passed through her, leaving echoes and aftershocks jolting randomly through her, mini-orgasms hitting one after another like small earthquakes. As they slowly abated, she stared up at Trevor in joy and disbelief.

For his part, he stared back at her in nothing short of shock.

They were silent for a long time, resting, while their bodies gradually returned to their new normal. For her part, Anna was certain she would never be the same, now that she knew she was capable of such enormous pleasure.

“I— You—Uhh—Wow. Just wow,” he mumbled.

“Ditto,” she agreed.

He laughed under his breath. He leaned on one elbow and used his free hand to push strands of hair back from her face where they’d stuck in perspiration. He leaned down to kiss her, this time a leisurely expression of gratitude and affection.

“You, my dear, are unquestionably the most magnificent female I have ever had the privilege of doing that with.”

“You say that to all the girls, don’t you?”

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