Page 77 of On the Edge

I understand what he’s saying—we’ve both waited too long for anything to get in the way of this happening.

“Sitting is comfortable for you, right?” I ask, eyeing the ladder back chairs in front of the glass doors.

“I like the way you think,” he says, taking my hand and leading me two small steps until we reach a chair. He carefully sits down, wincing a bit as he does. I straddle him, sliding up so that the base of him is positioned right along my seam. He takes both of my breasts in his hands, his hot tongue circling one of my nipples before he pulls it into his mouth, sucking on it in a way that makes my hips take on a life of their own as my swollen and wet clit slides along his shaft.

“Shit,” Nate groans, his mouth moving away from me.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have condoms.”

“I’m still on the pill. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time and I’ve been tested several times since. I’m fine if you are,” I say, my eyes begging him not to stop.

“You are a fucking miracle.” He sighs as he puts his hands on my hips and lifts me up so the tip of his cock is pressing right there against my opening. The walls of my vagina are throbbing with the need to feel him inside me, to have him fill that gaping emptiness.

“I’ve got this,” I tell him as I slowly lower myself onto him. He’s bigger than I remember, filling and stretching me exactly as I hoped he would. His mouth dips down to my other breast, and when his tongue meets my nipple it’s like someone’s pulled a string activating all my vaginal muscles, and they dance as I slide up and down, riding Nate.

My thighs quiver as I raise and lower myself on him, every inch of him filling me until he bottoms out. A groan rattles his throat and reverberates against my nipple, and I speed up the pace, sliding him into me with a quick and consistent rhythm. The feeling of him filling me, and his hot, wet mouth on my breasts, is so amazing that I’m already chasing my second orgasm.

“I’m close,” he warns, then he slides his palm against my stomach. His thumb finds my clit and he softly glides it over that sensitive nub until I’m bucking wildly against him. I open my mouth to call out his name, but he wraps his free hand around my neck pulling my mouth to his so I’m moaning into him. I feel my muscles beginning to spasm, clenching him erratically as I continue to slide along his cock, the heat spreading to my core. Over and over those muscles tighten until I’m not sure I can handle the exquisite pressure anymore, then like a burst of fire, I’m consumed by the orgasm that rolls through me and the way I feel Nate pulsing inside me as my orgasm milks his out of him.

I collapse on top of him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pressing my face to his neck once it’s all over. I stay that way for a long time. I want to go back to that feeling immediately, want to keep having sex with him forever.

Nate cradles his arms up my back and cups my shoulders with his hands, gently pulling me away from him. “I’m sorry that was so quick,” he says as he wraps my hair together into one of his hands.

“Yeah, it was obviously terrible,” I say, which earns me one of his cocky smiles. That was the best sex I’ve had in five years, and he clearly knows it.

“I was afraid Marco and Christian would hear us,” he says, nodding to the wall that separates Christian’s master suite from this bedroom. “You were not quiet.”

I don’t want to be quiet—I want to have uninhibited orgasm after orgasm with Nate. Inside me, I feel him hardening already, and he pulls my hair back to expose my neck to his mouth. He trails hot kisses across my collarbone, then down the slope of my breast until he takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks hard enough that I’m not sure if it’s painful or pleasurable, but my muscles clench around his cock and he groans in response. He moves to the other nipple and does the same, and my hips slide toward his, taking his once-again hard length deeper inside me. “You’re already ready for round two?”

“Yes, and this time it’s not going to be quick. I am going to worship your entire body, every single part of it.”

“Tell me more,” I say as I slide my hips to meet his slowly, languidly, like we have all the time in the world.

“Well first,” he says as he slides his hands along my sides, from my hips to my armpits and back, “I’m going to clean you up. Then I’m going lay you down on that bed, drape your knees over my shoulders, and taste that pussy of yours that I’ve missed so much.” My hips move faster at the thought of his mouth on me. “Then I’m going to bend you over that bed and stand behind you so I can watch myself slide in and out of you.”

“Yes.” I sigh with pleasure.

“And I’m not going to stop until you’ve come at least two more times.” Nate captures my mouth in his, and I kiss him back almost frantically as I start to ride him again, my breasts bouncing up and down as they drag along his chest. The thing with Nate is that the second time he can go for as long as he wants, so the idea of him getting at least two more orgasms out of me isn’t even remotely a long shot.

I’m so turned-on at his proposal that I pull back from the kiss, level him with what I hope is my most sultry look, slide my eyes over to the bed, and say, “Let’s get started, then.”

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It feels like my eyes have only been closed for a minute when the squeaking sound of a cranky old door hinge pulls me back to consciousness. I open my eyes as Marco is quietly closing the door behind him, and he’s two steps into the room before he looks up. Soft morning light is streaming in from the glass doors, a hazy beam illuminating the floor between us with just enough light for the rest of the room to be visible in the early morning hours. Marco stops short, literally freezing in place when he sees Nate in bed with me.

His eyes lock on mine in surprise. “Shit,” he mouths.

“I know!” I mouth back, and I can’t contain the smile. I’m lying on my side facing him, with Nate curled behind me and his arm wrapped around my waist over the covers. Nate hasn’t moved an inch so I assume he’s still asleep.

Marco fans his face in mock horror. “I’m leaving,” he mouths and points over his shoulder toward the door.

“No need. I’m awake now too,” Nate says from behind me. His voice is rough and ragged like it always is on too little sleep. I look at him over my shoulder, and with his head resting on his arm that’s curled under his head I understand how he could see past me to Marco.

“You two certainly have a lot of explaining to do,” Marco says, but his voice is teasing.

“No more than you, I guess,” Nate says and Marco stiffens in response. “Relax, you and Christian being together is the best news I’ve had in years.” Nate’s arm tightens around my waist, pulling me back against him.

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