Page 61 of Edge of Forever

She pushed her pants down the rest of the way and rolled him onto his back until she could sit astride him. He held her waist tenderly and brushed his thumbs over her belly in little circles. She wiggled back until she was down near his knees and peeled open his jeans.

His eyes flashed green fire as she encircled him.

H

is hips bucked up when she swiped the underside of his cock with her tongue and took his head into her mouth with a strong pull.

“Holy shit.” He pushed his hair out of his eyes and dropped back on his elbows. She wasn’t gentle, she wasn’t easy. She knew just how to suck and lick to push him over the edge.

He tried to cup her jaw, but she watched with satisfaction as he curled his fingers into his palm and threw his head back. His long neck was corded with muscles and swirls of scruff since he hadn’t trimmed that morning. She swirled her tongue around his head until she tasted him. Salt and Logan and the heady mix of excitement buzzed on her tongue.

She wanted to watch him go over.

Kid gloves off, balls to the wall fucking. She wanted him to know that she wasn’t breakable. She was whole again, even if she had to use Krazy Glue to get there. She took a longer pull until her cheeks hollowed out before she let him free. She licked up the pulsing vein at the base of his cock to his head, covered him again and stared into his eyes with her mouth full of him.

He dragged in a harsh breath and his fingers went for her hair. She knew what he wanted. That grip he had that sometimes brought a few tears to her eyes because it felt so good when he was rough.

But he denied himself.

He crashed onto his back and jammed those rough fingers into his own hair and pushed it back. She raced up his body and took him inside of her. His hips kicked up and she rotated her hips until he hissed.

She dug her nails into his chest, taking him deeper and controlling the pace and depth of how deep she allowed him. She teased and taunted him. He frowned in concentration. He was trying to control her.

But she didn’t want control in here at all.

At least not his own.

He tried to cup her breasts but she laced her fingers with his and pushed them both up over his head. Stretched over him and dropped over his stiff shaft again and again.

His head thrashed on the bed as he tried to get a taste of her. Her arm, her breasts as they swung in his face with each jarring slam of her hips. He was so deep. With a few more thrusts, she could come if she wanted to.

She’d gotten herself worked up enough just watching him watch her give him head. But she wanted him unleashed.

She could see it under the surface. How he allowed her to hold him down and do what she wanted to him. He submitted to her and it was glorious, but she still wanted more.

Wanted him to take her like he used to.

Wild abandon and unholy fire in his eyes.

When they couldn’t breathe after.

When she shook for a full ten minutes after he was done with her.

Finally, he sat up under her. He curled his strong arms around her and controlled the thrusts until they were short bursts that hit just the right spot.

His fingers dug into her ass and their bodies slapped furiously. The friction, sweat, and jaw-jarring thrusts tipped her over the edge from sharp and focused to an array of sparklers behind her eyes.

“Yes.” She held onto him, sunk her teeth into his shoulder and finally came. She sagged in his arms, her head heavy against his shoulder.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Hurricane Bella?”

He slumped back on the bed. “Were you trying to kill me?”

She slid off his lap and into a heap on her side. “Maybe a little.”

He pushed her hair out of her eyes. “Did I hurt you?”

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