Page 28 of Summer's Edge

“You ready for more?” he asks, disbelief heavy in his tone.

Fact is, I can still feel him inside me, but I could take more.

“I never knew sex could be that good,” I say and lean my head on his shoulder.

He chuckles. “I love hearing that kinda thing.”

I look at him sharply and he averts his eyes, his cheeks growing rosy. “Bet you’ve heard that a lot, haven’t you?”

“Not gonna lie,” he says. “But as far as I’m concerned, it’s right back at you. I never had it that good either.”

I continue looking at him trying to see if he’s being serious. I see no lie in his eyes. Or anywhere else on his face.

But how could there be? He told me he wants me to be the mother of his children last night and he meant it. Jumping the gun quite a bit, sure, but it was amazing to hear anyway. Though I wonder if he even remembers it. The way he said it sounded more like he was just voicing a thought, not trying to have an actual conversation.

“I think we should go wash up first,” I say and stand up. “At that waterfall you found.”

He stands up too. “Hardly a waterfall, but, yeah, let’s do that.”

I only dip inside for my towel then take his hand and let him lead me through the woods. We’re naked, we’re completely alone and we’re laughing. I don’t think I’ve ever felt as free and alive as I do right now. Even being locked up in my metaphorical cage back home would be alright, if Edge was there with me.

The rain swelled the little pool, and the waterfall is now rushing over the rocks.

“Man, that’s freezing,” I say as I dip my toe in the water. “Maybe the shower at the cabin is a better idea.”

“Nonsense,” he says and leads me into the water, ignoring my shrieks and protests.

He leads me to right below the waterfall, cutting my protests short with a soft kiss. The cool water is washing over my hair and back and his lips are so deliciously warm I don’t want to move a muscle.

“There. Was that so bad?” he asks once we break apart.

“No, that was just perfect. But you’re not wet enough yet,” I say and splash some water on him.

He does it right back and for a while we’re just a couple of kids playing in the water, laughing and splashing and shit talking.

Pretty soon I’m shivering, but laughing so hard I can’t stop. And I swallowed way too much of the water, but that’s fine.

“I think we’re clean enough,” he says. “Your lips are blue.”

“I am pretty cold,” I admit.

He wraps me in a huge hug, which does help a little bit, even though his skin is as icy as mine.

“Now don’t be alarmed by the shrinkage,” he says once we’re standing in the soggy grass, and he releases me.

“What?”

He looks down between us at his cock.

“Oh, look at that, how cute,” I say. “It looks like it’s gone back into its little shell.”

“I’ll give youcute,” he says and reaches for me.

But I duck under his arm and start running back to the cabin. He’s right at my heels but doesn’t catch me until we’re in the field by the cabin. He wraps his arms around me, tackling me to the ground, but making sure I don’t land on anything harder than his taut stomach and the muddy grass. We’ll need to wash all over again, because we’ll be covered in mud when this is over, but I’m not thinking that far ahead. Because this moment is all sorts of perfect just as it is.

My heart’s thumping, I’m warm again and his deep hungry kiss takes care of the last coldness in my body.

There’s nothing cute or small about his cock as he slides it into my pussy. He rolls his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out slowly, making love to me right there in the mud, with the sun shining down on us and birds singing all around.

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