Page 13 of At the Edge of Surrender

Hers burned and flamed and toiled in a way I didn’t quite understand, and I dove in, dragging my tongue through her tight slit.

She cried out, no restraint, just those fingers curling tighter in my hair.

Every inch of her throbbed with want.

I no longer hesitated. My tongue stroked out to get to that swollen bud.

I licked and lapped, driving her high, my insides a wreck because I wanted to take this so much further than she was ready to go.

Dick screaming in possession. My stomach twisted in a way it’d never been.

I smoothed my left hand around her leg, shifting so I could spread her wider, tongue still lapping at her clit.

Carefully, I pressed two fingers inside her tight, slick cunt. Her walls clamped around them.

“Needy girl,” I rumbled as I began to drive them deep, pulsing and stroking as I wound her into disorder.

In one instant, the woman came alive.

Light radiating around her.

Could feel it glowing.

A blinding storm that gathered from the depths of her being.

Didn’t take long to set her off. Her body winding into a vibrating, trembling knot of pleasure before that pleasure splintered apart.

A shout tore from her as the orgasm ripped through her body.

Streaking and shattering.

The walls of her pussy throbbed and pulsed as she gave herself over to the bliss.

Woman flying.

Soaring the way I’d promised.

She rode the wave of her orgasm forever, nearly levitating off the desk while she kept those hands firmly rooted in my hair.

Holding on as if she needed a buoy to cling to.

That’s what I wanted to be.

For tonight.

The one who showed her maybe things weren’t so bleak.

Aftershocks worked through her body, and I slowly peeled myself away so I could stare up at the way she glowed.

“Look at you. Blooming like a morning glory with the first rays of the sun. Coming out of the darkness and coming alive.”

She choked a surprised sound as she gazed down at me, toffee eyes wide and filled with shock.

Turbulence and confusion so clearly wracked her thoughts.

Old fears clawing at her consciousness and awe at what had just gone down carved into her expression.

And I wished I didn’t recognize it. Wished I didn’t see the trauma that had been scored deep inside her.

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