Page 28 of Edge of Ruin
“But I ... b-b-but I can’t?—”
“Don’t worry. It’ll be amazing.” He thrust a finger inside me, penetrating, pressing and swirling deep inside as he licked and lapped, and ah...
I cried out, arching back in his grasp as a totally unexpected climax flashed violently through me like a lightning storm.
When I opened my eyes, I was floating in his arms, staring up at the sky. My eyes were awash with tears.
Jack rose to his feet. Water sloshed and slopped as he hoisted me up and set me on the smooth rocks by the edge of the pool. The cool air felt delicious on my pink, overheated flesh. Heat steamed off my wet body. I felt poppy red, feverish, weak in the knees. Shockingly exposed.
He pressed my legs apart and stared down at my pussy. “Oh, yeah.” His voice was low and reverent. “I knew it.”
“Knew what?”
He pushed me gently back, until my back was pressed to the flat, sun-warmed rock, my legs spread wide. Laid out like a sacrifice on the altar of sexual misbehavior. Wide open to the sky. A warning to foolish, unwary girls.
But at least I wasn’t choking up or panicking, like I often had post-Brian, before I gave up on sex. It was magic. I couldn’t resist it. I felt so free.
“I knew that your pussy would be like this.” He kneeled down in the pool to get closer, and kissed the inside of my thigh. “Those dark red folds, bursting out like the petals of some fabulous hothouse flower. Fucking gorgeous.”
I laughed at him, chest jerking shakily. “You’ve got flowers on the brain, Jack.”
“No, actually.” His teeth flashed, in one of his rare, gorgeous grins. “I’ve got your pussy on the brain.” He nuzzled my labia, light kisses that promised and teased. “I was half expecting your clit to be pierced.”
I jerked up onto my elbows. “Hell, no! You wouldn’t ever catch me sticking a metal pin through the most nerve-dense part of my entire body!” I narrowed my eyes at him. “I bet you’re disappointed, right? That I’m not quite as wild and uninhibited as you’d fantasized?”
He played with my inner pussy lips, spreading them tenderly wide like butterfly wings, and the slow, ticklish caresses were driving me mad.
“Actually, no,” he said. “I’m relieved, to tell the truth. We’re on the same page about how we like to treat those nerve-dense parts of our bodies. That bodes well.”
“Yeah? For what?”
“Orgasms,” he said, and leaned down, pressed his lips against my clit, gently swirling his tongue, licking, flicking, and oh, God … he was so good.
I jerked helplessly against his face, overcome by the sensations, the wave of heat lifting me, but I wasn’t ready. It was too intense. I was scared to death as he kissed his way up over my mons, the tiny swatch of decorative red pubic hair, over my belly, my rib cage, my breasts.
“I want to lick your pussy until you’re a lake of lube,” he told me.
“Jack.” I grabbed his hair to hold him still. “Slow down. I don’t know if this is such a good?—”
“Of course it’s a good idea. The idea makes me practically explode. And besides, it’s practical, to make you wet.” He unwound my hands and sank down. “It’s going to be a tight fit.” He slid his tongue boldly between my pussy lips.
The rasp of his plundering tongue, his matter-of-fact words, the thought of him moving inside me, it all nudged me over the top, into a powerful climax. I cried out as my pussy pulsed and clenched around his thrusting fingers, throbbed against his lashing tongue. Long, sweet, echoing ripples went through me, on and on.
He pulled me back down into the pool after the spasms died down, and I rested there on his lap, in his arms as if I had no bones. He held me so that I was floating right over the thick, prominent jut of his erect cock against my thigh.
I lifted myself, trying to catch my breath. “Jack. I hate to say it, but we can’t do this now.”
He nuzzled her shoulder. “No?”
“No,” I said. “We have no latex.”
He dragged in a breath between his teeth. “Ah, yes. That.”
“I’m not on the pill. I don’t have a contraception device. And we haven’t even discussed our sexual histories yet. I’m sorry. I don’t know how I let things go so far.” I couldn’t stop myself from apologizing, even though the situation was only halfway my fault. “For the record, though, I’m fine, when it comes to that,” I offered. “No STDs.”
“Same for me,” he said.
“No lovers, either. For a really long time,” I added.
