Page 83 of On The Edge
“Good,” he says against my lips with a smile. That smile isn’t cocky or dominant. It’shappy. He’s… he’s happy. My eyes meet his, and I watch as the transition happens. From happy tohungry. One of his hands slips between us and he guides his cock through my wet lips before he starts pressing in slowly.
My eyes close as my mouth drops open, and my head tips back at the pinch as I stretch around him.
“Reis,” I gasp his name as he pushes into me further, breaking me open just a little more.
“God, Melody. I’ve wanted to hear you say my name like that forever. Come on, baby, say it again.” He thrusts into me, forcing me to take more of his dick, and I swear, my fingers dig little crescents into the wooden headboard from my nails. “One more push and you’ll have all of me. You can take it, I know you can.” He slides in more, our hips pressing flush against each other, and he sighs happily.
I took it all.
His hand comes up to hold my face, kissing me tenderly before he moves it to gently hold my neck.
The control freak.
I love it.
Reis pulls out just a little so I can feel my walls drag with him before he snaps his hips forward so forcefully that my whole body moves with his thrust.Fuck me,it feels so good. So good.
He keeps fucking into me harder, deeper, faster. His hands slide all move me, touching everywhere and nowhere, all at the same time. Everywhere his hands move, it feels like he leaves fire behind in his wake. Reis grinds into me, and I’m barely holding onto his ‘hands on the headboard rule’.
“Reis,” I repeat his name; moaning, groaning, sighing, smirking, I’ll say it over and over as long as he keeps fucking me like this. “Please, let me touch you. Please.”
“You want to touch me, Mel? You want to leave nailmarks downmyback?”
“Yes, please,yes.” I want that so fucking bad. I can imagine it so clearly, they all take their shirts off and they’ve got matchingscratches down their backs. A clear sign to everyone that even looks at them to fuck off—they’re taken.Mine.
Reis leans down, and whispers against my lips. “Alright, baby. Because you’ve been such a good girl.”
My hands fly to his back now that I’ve been given permission, and my fingers dig into his back.
“Fuck, your hands feel so good on me. Mark me, Melody, scratch me. Show me, show them all that I’m yours too,” he growls into my neck and slips a hand down to my clit. “Just like everyone knows that you’re mine.”
“Oh god,” I cry out at how fucking erotic it is; his words, his demands, his control, his obsession.
“That’s it. I can feel you getting wetter, getting tighter. You’re close, aren’t you, love?” Reis speeds up his movements, grinding down on my clit with each thrust. I keep my legs spread wide, but lift my hips to meet him thrust for thrust.
As the familiar tightening starts in my pussy, I canhearthe way I squirt around him. My eyes flutter closed again, and I go boneless as my orgasm rips through me.
“Oh fuck yes,” Reis groans, fucking into me faster as I scream his name. With each thrust, I can hear how wet I am and it sounds… Oh god, it sounds hot. “Yes, just like that,fuck.”
Suddenly, Reis drops his face into my neck, and both of his hands go to my hips, tipping them up and losing control himself. His rhythm stutters as he groans and bites my neck hard.
I can feel him come, my pussy flooding with warmth as he releases deep inside me. He whispers my name over and over in my ear as he slowly comes down from his high, before sliding in and out of me softly.
Is this real fucking life?
He leans back, looking at me as our chests press together tightly with each breath, our bodies sweaty and oh-so satisfied.
“Do you believe me now?” Reis doesn’t pull out. Just brackets my head with his arms as he stares down at me, tracing my face with his index finger lovingly.
“Believe you?”
“That I’m so fucking in love with you. I swear, I’m going to get your name tattooed on my neck or something. Anything to show you how obsessed I am with you.”
A smile grows on my face, and my cheeks heat up. Reis chuckles, pulling out of me slowly, but keeping a hand on my waist so I can’t leave. Not that I would. Instead, I curl into his chest.
“Do not get my name tattooed on your body,” I say with a laugh, hitting his chest.
“Who says I haven’t already?”
