Page 38 of Razor's Edge
When I get to the shirt collar, I fall to my knees and take her collar in each hand, tearing the front, leaving her in nothing but her panties. I trace every dip and curve of her body, taking in all the bruising. The anger boiling up is like a hot poker to the soul, but this is not the time or place. I take a deep breath, looking beyond the bruising at the gorgeous woman laid out for me to feast on. That is exactly what I am going to do.
Edge wiggles under my gaze. Reaching out, I run the tips of my fingers up her ribcage, cupping her full breasts and massaging them gently before sucking gently on one. Edge runs her hands through my hair, pulling slightly. I suck harder, biting the tip of her nipple, gauging what my woman needs from me.
“Fuck, Razor, that’s so good! Don’t stop.”
I let go with a pop, massaging and pinching her nipples as I make my way to her sweet pussy. I kiss every bruise with the slightest pressure, replacing the hurt with a soft touch. I circle her belly button with my tongue as I apply more pressure to her nipples. Edge moans so long and deep that I feel the vibrations. She shifts her legs to accommodate my size. I kiss my way to her panty line before taking in a deep inhale of the sweetest smelling pussy I’ve ever had.
Looking up from her body, I meet her eyes. Raising an eyebrow at her, I grab her panties and smirk.
Edge’s eyes go wide. “Don’t you fucking rip my panties! There are my favorites and the only ones I have left until we go get my stuff!”
“They’re in my way. A man has to do what a man has to do, you know?” I growl before giving them a hard yank, and they are in pieces.
Fuck me, she is even more gorgeous than I remembered. I swipe my tongue from bottom to top, and the taste of her juices on my tongue is nothing else. She is sweet but so savory. Circling my tongue around her clit, I slide one finger into her tight heat, almost losing it in my pants. I’m so fucking hard. Without a doubt, there are zipper imprints on my cock.
“Razor, please, I need more. I need to come so fucking bad.” Edge whines shifting her hips around, trying to find the sweet spot.
I’m not ready for her to come yet. I need more of her before that happens. Placing my left arm across her hips to keep her still, I suck her clit between my teeth, nipping it. Edge jolts at the sensation. I pull back, blowing softly as I add a second finger, curling them to hit the perfect spot.
“Razor, stop fucking playing with me. I need to cum,” she says breathlessly.
“You’ll come when I say. Right now, though, I’m going to enjoy this pussy that I’ve missed every day since you walked out.” Edge is still processing my words. That’s right. There has been no one since she came into my life. My fucking dick hasn’t worked for anyone but her. “Now, let me enjoy my snack,” I state before going to town.
I bring Edge to the edge over and over until she is a mess in the bed. “Razor, please! I’ll do anything. Please let me come.”
I can’t stop it now. “Come, Edge. Come all over my face and fingers. Make my beard smell like you.”
The words are barely out of my mouth before I am buried in her pussy, tasting, teasing, and playing. I nip her clit as I stroke her G-spot. Edge goes off so hard that her whole body shakes from the force. I don’t give up, though, forcing her into another one. When the second orgasm hits, she screams out her release before going quiet and limp. I crawl back up the bed, rolling her gently to lay across my chest.
“Razor, that was amazing, but what about you?” Edge asks, running her hand over the bulge in my jeans.
“Edge, that was all for you. You’re not ready for me to fuck you, but that doesn’t mean I can’t show you how much you mean to me.” The gears in Edge's head are turning so fast I swear I can hear them. “Talk to me.”
“I just don’t understand. Most men wouldn’t care that I was injured. They would still go after what they wanted. You, on the other hand, aren’t. Is there something wrong with me?”
I reach up, raising her face with a knuckle under her chin. “There is nothing fucking wrong with you. I wanted to show you that you are special and amazing. It’s not always about my happiness. Sometimes it’s okay to take your own.”
She processes my words, and when she finally understands, she gives me a small smile before snuggling even deeper into me. We lay there for another long moment when my phone chimes. Pulling it from my pocket, I laugh at the message.
Vixen: Are you done? We need to get her shit.
Me: I’ll never be done with her.
Vixen: Stop fucking with me, asshole. We’re ready to go.
Me: Fine, fine… five minutes
Vixen: Fucking Fine!!!
I drop my phone on the bed and rub Edge’s back before speaking. “Vixen is ready to go get your stuff. Making that pregnant woman wait isn’t our best choice.”
“You know you wouldn’t have to deal with her if I had my fucking phone,” she sasses me.
“Fucking fine. Let’s get this shit done. I don’t like having you out and about with those assholes so damn close.” I huff in annoyance, enjoying having a content Edge in my arms.
Edge kisses my chest before slowly rolling out of bed to get ready. I lay there for a few moments, taking in the feeling of relaxation and solace that washes over me. I get up, heading for the bathroom, where the shower runs. Unable to stop myself, I stick my head into the shower and whistle. Edge jumps and screeches, glaring at me over her shoulder. I just grin and shrug, turning away to brush my teeth.
“What the hell?” I shout when I get blasted in the back with cold water.
