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She licks her lips and her cheeks flush further. "I’m sweet?" she whispers.
"Like honey, or nectar, an aphrodisiac that makes me want to lick your every hole."
"Oh." She pants.
I reach down, and because I fell asleep in my slacks, I lower my zipper. When the blunt head of my cock nudges her opening, a trembling grips her.
Once more, I urge her to lock her ankles around my waist, then rise up on my knees to get traction. I slide a cushion under her to elevate her hips, then in one smooth thrust, I impale her.
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Mira
The breath squeezes out of me. He’s bigger than I remember, and thicker. I’m spread around him, pinned to the bed, and he’s pushing against my channel walls. I was so wet, he slipped in easily and yet, his girth is such that flickers of pain travel to my brain.
"It hurts," I gasp.
"You knew it would."
"I’m not scared."
"You should be." With that, he thrusts his tongue between my lips and drinks from me. His cock throbs inside of me, and the sensations that ping through my blood signal the pleasure that’s on its way. He kisses me until all my attention is focused on where his lips meet mine and his tongue mates with mine. It’s a single-minded worshipping of my mouth, which wipes all thought from my head. Then, without breaking the kiss, he pulls back until he’s poised at the rim of my slit. When he breaks the kiss, I survey his features.
His cheeks are flushed. His eyes are alert. He surveys me closely, and this time, when he propels his hips forward and breaches me, the entire bed jolts. He slides inside all the way to the hilt, and I’m sure I can feel him in my throat. He stays there, watching my face, taking in every expression I’m unable to hide.
And when I part my lips, he slips his thumb inside my mouth. I suck on his digit and his eyes blaze. He drags his wet thumb down my chin, my cleavage, to the space between us. He circles the part where his cock is plugged inside me, and I can’t stop the mewl that slips from my lips. He plants his hands on either side of my head and pulls out slowly enough for me to feel every throbbing inch of his length. His next plunge sends a shockwave of sensations up my body, and he doesn’t stop.
In-out-in, his movements speed up. Each time he sinks inside me, he hits that secret spot in my core. Sweat breaks out on his beautiful shoulders, and the tendons of his throat stand out under his skin. His features are so stark, they seem lined with pain, and his gaze has an almost helpless quality to it. He continues to fuck me, never breaking the connection of our eyes, and it’s so intimate. More intimate than anything I’ve ever encountered in my life.
I dig my heels into his back, feel the planes of his back give and flex with each move. I dig my elbows into his shoulders, locking my arms about his neck. Like a machine, he continues. His body is a blur of motion, a power drill that has only one goal. Taking us to the top, together.
"Come with me," he orders. His body is wound so tightly, every inch of his body seems to be carved from stone, the muscles under his skin taut, the expression on his face strained. The heat of our bodies melds and traps us in a furnace of mutual desire. Then he slides his hand under my butt, into the cleavage between my ass cheeks, and when he slides it inside my forbidden hole, the climax blazes up from my toes. It shoots up my legs, tightens around my core and zips up my spine. I arch my back, open my mouth and when I cry out, he’s there. "Now," he growls.
And I shatter. The orgasm bursts behind my eyes, the white noise a roaring in my ears. The climax seems to go on and on. When I begin to float down from the high, I realize he’s still inside of me.
"Open your eyes as I come inside you, wife."
I manage to prop open my eyelids and hold his searing golden gaze. He fucks into me one last time, then his gaze widens, the flames inside his eyes flare into a shower of gold and silver, and with a low roar, he pours himself inside me. His body shudders, and his shoulders quiver. I hold onto him, tightening my grip as he empties himself. When he begins to slump, I tighten my grasp about him. He buries his face against my neck, and I turn my cheek into his sweaty hair. I inhale that edgy, spicy scent of his and fill my lungs with Edward.
"I’m too heavy." He begins to move, but I refuse to let him up.
"Stay. I like your weight on me."
The aftershocks convulse through him—or that might be me. At this moment, we feel like the same person. His muscles grow heavy, and when his body twitches, I realize he’s fallen asleep. I close my eyes and drift off.
Something wet licks between my legs. My nipples tighten. Sparks prickle along my skin. I moan, then gasp when a sucking sensation on my clit fans the sparks to flames. I crack open my eyes and look down long enough to glimpse his head between my thighs. Holy shit, the sight of his dark hair in contrast to my white skin, the intensity with which he’s focused on eating me out, the way he squeezes the backs of my thighs as he holds them apart, create the most carnal sight I've ever seen.
"Eddie," I moan.
It seems to spur him into action. He rises up on his knees then stretches out next to me. He turns me so my back is to his chest, pulls me in snug, then urges me to bend my knees. "What’re you doing?"
In response, he turns my head and kisses me. The taste of me and him intertwined together fans the flames that run through my veins. And when he nudges his cock into my slit, they become a forest fire. He slips inside me, filling me, stretching me in that pain-pleasure way. He brings his hand up to squeeze my nipple, and my pussy clenches.
"You’re so fucking perfect," he whispers against my mouth. Then rocks into me, then again. He presses tiny kisses up my cheek, then to that erogenous zone behind my ear. He ravishes the column of my neck and slides his hand down my stomach.
I flinch.
"What’s wrong."
