Page 46 of Razor's Edge
Shifting her to stand between my legs, I hurriedly strip her naked, pausing to take in my woman. The scars and healing bruising don’t diminish her beauty. I pull my shirt over my head, not hiding the smirk on my face at the look in her eyes.
“I’m going to lay back, and you will climb on my beard and ride my face until I’m ready for you to stop,” I growl.
Edge stands silent, weighing my words on whether she will do as I tell her. She smiles sweetly before nodding her head.
I shake mine. “I always need to hear the words. When I ask you a question, you give me verbal consent. Do I make myself very clear?”
“And if I don’t?” she asks, leaning forward, running her hands up my thighs.
“Well then, my darling Edge, there will be consequences,” I whisper to her.
“That doesn’t answer my question. What happens,” kiss, “if,” kiss, “I,” kiss, “don’t?”
Moving swiftly, I wrap my arm around her waist and flip us over. Propping myself on my left hand, I slide my knee between her legs, spreading them wider. I run my free hand up her arm, across her collarbone, between her breasts, over her belly button, and over her pubic bone to find her soaking wet pussy.
“First, I would start with slow, steady circles around your clit. So, so slow that every few circles, I would miss. Like this,” I whisper as I kiss and nip her neck and demonstrate.
“Razor, please, I need to come so so fucking bad,” Edge whimpers.
“I know, love, but you see, you don't get to come when you don’t give me the words like I’ve asked. I just play. Now I’m going to get a snack, and when you are ready to answer my question with words, I will consider letting you come.”
I make my way to her pussy. Taking a long, slow lick from her opening to her clit, I flick it lightly. I suck her sweet little nub into my mouth, nipping it softly before soothing it with my tongue. Edge bucks her hips to get closer. I run my hands under her thighs, spreading them wide and pinning them to the bed so she can’t move. My assault on her pussy gives her just enough to keep her on edge but not allowing her to come.
“Razor, I swear on all that is fucking holy, if you don’t let me come …” Edge starts, glaring at me.
“You will what, darling? I currently have you pinned to the bed, unable to get away. So, do we understand each other? I ask a question. You answer with words.” I whisper across her wet pussy, causing her to shiver.
Edge groans, throwing her head back. “Fine, asshole, fine. I’ll always answer with words. Just let me fucking come.”
“Your wish is my command.” I grin evilly, diving back into her pussy, pushing her over the edge not once but twice before kissing my way up her body.
I make it to her breasts, pulling a nipple into my mouth and sucking hard so that she arches into me, sliding her pussy along my steel-hard cock. I continue playing with her nipples, switching back and forth between them. Edge takes my hair in her fist, guiding me to her mouth, kissing me as if she is trying to climb inside me. This woman owns me in every way—mind, body, and soul. Shifting my hips until my cock is at her entrance, I pause. When our eyes meet, I’m taken back by the love and devotion swimming in her eyes, causing the last of the walls around my heart to crumble.
Edge gasps, shifting her hips as I slide into her. I pause, kissing her long and deep and allowing her to adjust to my size. When comfortable, she shifts her hips, using her grip on my shoulders. I slide my hands up her arms, collecting her small, delicate wrists in my large hand and pulling back so I can watch her face. Edge grins at me, snapping what little control I had.
I bring her to the edge with a punishing rhythm before slowing and circling my hips. Edge groans every time, shaking her head back and forth. She gets impatient with the rhythm and starts lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. Settling back on my knees, I hold her hip with my free hand, stopping her movements.
I smile at her. “Edge, my love, do you need to come?”
Edge glares back at me, not saying anything. She tests my hold on her wrists, making me slow my rhythm even more. Edge growls in frustration, but I keep her still and my thrusts slow and even.
“I need words, love. Do you need to come?” I ask again, never changing a thing.
“Please, Razor, I need to—please.” She whimpers.
“You need to what? What do you need to do?” I ask her, upping my rhythm slightly.
She narrows her eyes a little more, watching me. I change my pace and rhythm, keeping her on the razor edge of euphoria. I grit my teeth to stop myself from blowing my own load. Her pussy is like velvet milking my cock and begging for a release she refuses to ask for.
I’ve never gotten so much enjoyment from being with a woman. Edge always keeps me on my toes in every way—mentally, emotionally, and physically. Edge’s eyes go wide, and she arches every time I hit the deepest spot inside her pussy.
I lean in, taking her nipple into my mouth, nipping and sucking. Edge starts wiggling and pulling at my hold on her wrists. The more she wiggles and pulls, the faster my thrust and assault is on her nipples, bringing us both so close. Yet without the words, I won’t allow either of us to reach the end.
“Fucking shit, Razor. Please, I need to come, please. Fuck, please, let me come,” Edge finally demands.
I let go of her hands, kissing her hard and deep, capturing every moan. It’s not five minutes later that I’m ready, and so is she.
“Come now, Edge. Come with me now,” I demand.
