Page 44 of Riding the Edge

“I thought you didn’t like my beard,” I accuse, rising to my full height.

“That was before…”

“Before what?” I ask, wrapping her legs around my waist.

“Before I had it between my legs,” she hisses, dropping her head against the mattress. “I mean it, Al, I’ve got a new frying pan I’m itching to hit someone with.”

Grinning at her, I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I won’t shave,” I promise, bending to nip her lips.

Turning to me, she pushes her fingers through my hair and cups the back of my head, kissing me hard. Reaching for her hips, I pull her ass off the bed and position my cock between her lips. Slowly breaking the kiss, I lift one hand to her cheek and slowly caress her soft skin as our eyes lock.

“You covered?”

“What?” she asks, trailing a finger down my bicep.

The last thing I want to do is insult her, but every woman is different. I don’t know if she’s on the pill or if she’s gone through her changes already. What I do know is, the last thing either of us need at this stage in our lives is another kid. That thought alone is enough to send my dick into a coma.

“Do I need a rubber?” I ask running my thumb over her bottom lip.

“I’m on the pill,” she murmurs. “So as long as your dick is disease free—”

Cutting her off, I cover her mouth with mine and drive my cock deep inside her. Her fingers curl against my scalp as I bury myself to the hilt and her tight pussy hugs every inch of my cock. Rocking my hips, I close my eyes and lean my forehead against hers, getting lost in the feeling of her.

There comes a time in a man’s life when he becomes so consumed by the daily grind and the things trying to drag him down that he forgets how to live. He forgets there is more to life than his bike and the wind guiding it. But all it takes is the feel of a good woman, her touch, and her scent, to remind him there is more to life than responsibilities.

My cock powers deep inside her as the room fills with the sounds of skin slapping skin and our breathless pants. Maria starts to writhe beneath me and I force my eyes on her, watching her body succumb to pleasure. It’s an image that will forever be ingrained to my memory, a scene I want to repeat over and over. Her moans fill my ears as her fingers dig into my ass and her hips roll.

“That’s it, Lady,” I grunt. “Take what you need.”

The wrought iron headboard slams against the wall and the mattress squeaks as I go deeper, pounding into her hard and fast. Her body goes rigid in my arms and I feel her squeeze my cock as she comes. A moment later, I grunt against her shoulder and join her, releasing inside her warm body. Collapsing on top of her, I wrap my arms around her waist and roll onto my back, taking her with me. Her head on my chest, I work my fingers through her hair and stare up at the ceiling trying to catch my breath.

A few moments pass before she lifts her head. Kissing me quickly, she rolls off me and throws her legs over the side of the bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I question, pulling her back down onto the bed. Wrapping my arms around her, I bring her back to my chest and nuzzle her neck.

“I need to clean up,” she murmurs.

Pausing, I release my hold on her as she meets my gaze.

“Stay here,” I commanded softly. Rolling over, I climb out of the bed and pad out of her bedroom. Finding the bathroom, I take one of the fancy towels with an embroidered B on it and soak it in warm water. Wringing it out, I make my way back to her room. In the thirty seconds it took me to grab the towel, she managed to turn down the bed, folding the satin comforter on the foot of the bed.

Smirking, I stride towards her and take a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Couldn’t help yourself, could you, Lady?”

“It’s a very expensive comforter,” she mutters as I drag the sheet away from her body.

“Open your legs.”

“I can do it,” she says, reaching for the towel.

“Yeah, but I’m going to do it for you,” I retort, pushing her thighs apart. Pressing the warm towel against her, she stares at me as I take my time cleaning her,

“Thank you,” she whispers when I’m finished.

Setting the towel on the nightstand, I bend my head and kiss her softly.

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