Page 29 of Edge of Secrets

“I don’t have latex. So I’ll do this instead.”

He dropped to his knees and put his mouth to me.

I almost screamed, the sensation was so intense. He murmured something soothing and incomprehensible against my thigh and rubbed his cheek against my skin, petting and nuzzling. He parted my sensitive folds, and I felt his tongue, warm and soft, fluttering, up, down, around, exploring me lustily. Tenderly circling my clit.

I collapsed back onto the table, and a tiny part of my brain stood apart for a moment, astonished at how my life had upended itself. Yesterday, I was the sad girl, celibate and crushing on an unattainable man. Today, I was spread-eagled and pantiless, getting marvelously tongue-lashed by that same unattainable guy.

It was an improbable sexual fantasy come to life. Too good to be true.

Yeah, and if I didn’t attain him all the way, I was going to implode. Collapse into a screaming, writhing human black hole. The hunger bit so hard. I pushed his face away. He looked up in silent question, wiping his mouth. I saw his grin flash in the dimness.

“Mmm,” he murmured. “Good. More?”

“What about you?”

His soft laughter tickled my mound. “I’ll live.” He paused for a moment, then added, “Somehow.” He pressed his lips to me, fluttering his tongue around my clit in a way that made me cry out, writhing against his face.

I pushed his face away again, struggled up onto my elbows. “Make love to me.”

He lifted his head, and I suddenly wished I hadn’t used a silly romantic euphemism. It made my vulnerabilities so obvious. I should have just said, Fuck me. That would have been clearer, more honest. We’d both know where we stood. Or sprawled, as the case may be.

But I just couldn’t. Such a blunt, crude phrase wouldn’t come out of my mouth. Romantic, old-fashioned, poetry-addled idiot that I was.

He gripped my hips, fingers digging in. “No latex,” he repeated.

“I have some,” I whispered.

He froze. “No fucking way.”

“Um, actually, yes. In my purse. My co-worker bought them for me today as a joke. She was roasting me. I never thought I’d?—”

“Where’s your purse?”

“On the chair, I think, on the other side of the?—”

He’d already yanked it open and flung its contents onto the table. He found the little package, and seconds later, he was back, opening his belt and tearing open the wrapping with a show of manual dexterity that would have been dazzling if I’d been in any condition to appreciate it. I caught a glimpse of his big, thick cock as he sheathed it, and then he pushed me back down onto the table and folded my legs up high. No time to appreciate the view.

The bulb at the end of his cock seemed so big and blunt, pressing against my slick, sensitized opening. He slid it tenderly up and down my tightly furled seam caressing me until he was wet, and I was squirming against him, silently pleading.

And then he pushed slowly inside me.

Chapter Ten

Duncan

I counted back from ten, holding my breath. Please, God, not yet. I breathed my climax carefully down, but the second I opened my eyes and looked at her again, spread out beneath me, I was in trouble again.

She was so fucking beautiful. My body was on the verge of exploding. The tight, eager grip of her pussy was a sweet torment. Each stroke was another excellent lick of that excellent, silken lash.

I was glad I’d gotten her good and wet, or I’d never have gotten inside. As it was, each stroke was slow, pushing against the plushy resistance of her gorgeous body. She enveloped me—her pussy hugging me—the swift, heavy beat of her heart throbbing around my cock. Again ... and again … and finally, my tight, careful strokes began to relax, and we found our slick, wet rhythm of deep, rocking thrusts, punctuated by my labored breathing, her breathless gasps. She was working up to another climax.

And my own orgasm was crashing down on me like a falling meteor—the sky was in flames—but God knew how, I held it off just until she took flight.

We soared together, through that inner nowhere. Fused.

I collapsed over her, panting. My mind was wiped clean. I’d never imagined feeling so close to anyone. The essence of her was burned into my mind, a twisting, pulsing glow. I felt like I would always feel it, no matter where she was.

My eyes fluttered open. I was pinning her soft body onto the hard table with all the weight of my torso. Crushing her. That couldn’t be comfortable.

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