Page 53 of The Sharpest Edges

“Mornin’. Sleep good?” He muffles the question into her hair, noticing her mouth tip into a delighted half grin.

“Better than good.”

Exhaustion from being together granted them reprieves from their usual nightmares, but he won’t be surprised if they come back. For now, the worry lines on her face have softened, confirming that she slept as well as he did.

“Hungry? I can make us some food.” He’s not quite sure where they should go from here. He wants her again but is wary of asking too much, too fast. He’d be happy to stay in this bed until they’re both forced to leave for work, but he promised breakfast last night and so that’s an easy thing tofall back on.

Her gentle hand reaches back to stroke featherlight across his scalp, pulling a shiver from him. “I’m hungry, but not for food yet.”

She punctuates her sentence with a push of her hips, pressing back into the length of him already slotted between her ass cheeks. He is hard and ready because aside from the fact that he wants her…it’s also morning and biology is working in his favor.

The fact that she wants him again too is a gift he won’t waste.

He traverses the creamy soft skin of her breast, letting it spill heavily into his waiting hand. She fits so perfectly like this, a comforting weight against his hold, the stiff peak of her nipple rolling between the pads of his fingers. He is reluctant to let her go, peppering open-mouthed kisses at the juncture of her neck and shoulder while kneading at his bounty.

She is eager this morning, rubbing herself back against him, her body trying to catch the tip and pull him in.

It’s tempting to lift her leg and push into her in one quick thrust, bottom out, and welcome the slick hug of her walls around him, but she struggled to take him at first the night before and so he forces himself to go slow. He remembers the spark of pain creasing her features when he entered her, how tense she had been when only the head slipped inside before he stopped.

He travels lower, past the flat of her stomach and curves down to where she wets his fingers. Her body’s reaction has his cock twitching in anticipation, and then he feels the remnants of his own release from the night before dried on her skin, and his pulse throbs in the veins of his shaft. It’s the hottest thing he’s ever felt.

He’s never been the possessive type, but right now a primalpart of himself swells with pride at having marked her, claimed her. He growls into her shoulder, remembering how she looked with her legs splayed open and his cum seeping out of her, how she hadn’t shied away from letting him gaze at her with naked wonder.

‘You can always add more later,’she had teased, and he plans on doing exactly that.

She pleads his name in a half whisper and he smiles, finding the swollen bundle of nerves where her heartbeat throbs on his fingertips. She is so responsive that it’s simple to know where to touch, how fast to move, and how hard to press. He follows her gasps and twitches, how she arches into his hand and squeezes the bedsheet in front of her. He is nothing if not observant.

He wants to feel her coming on his cock but isn’t willing to push into her until she is relaxed from an orgasm, so he keeps himself pressed between the curve of her ass cheeks, thrusting ineffectively on instinct alone. When she comes on his hand, it’s with a pained whine, her face pressing into the pillow, body twisting and shuddering. He has never seen anything more beautiful than the sight of her in the throes of pleasure or felt more satisfaction than he does now, knowing he’s the reason for it.

He gives her a moment to come back to herself, rubbing her hip in a gentle but firm stroke, peppering kisses to her heated skin.

“Ready for me?” he asks, his voice like sandpaper in his throat.

“Mhmm,” she hums, lifting her leg to hitch it over his hip and open herself to him.

He nestles his cock at her entrance, frowning at the slightresistance as he moves forward, but then she welcomes him, opening around the blunt tip as it pushes in, her breath hitching when he’s an inch or two within her.

“Still a little sore from last night.” Her tone is easy and accepting, with no hint of fear coating its edges this time. “Don’t stop.”

He has no trouble being patient. The urge to take her hard and quick is only a primal thing deep in his bones, but the desire to know she’s with him, that she enjoys the feel of his cock inside her, overrides anything else. So he nudges in little by little like he did the night before, letting her body admit him in as it feels ready to, until her ass presses to his hips and he is fully sheathed from base to tip. It is a marvel, he thinks, that they fit as well as they do.

The exhale she breathes out sounds like relief and he wonders if it’s anything like the sense of completion he feels himself. How being with her is like coming home in a way he’s never known.

“You feel so good,” she says, her body lax and her inner muscles hugging him just right.

It is tempting to stay like this as long as he can manage, motionless with only the feel of her clenching and unclenching around him, but instinct tells him to move and he obeys, setting up a slow rhythm of dragging thrusts. He is wary of sparking bad memories he knows she still keeps, but there’s uncertainty in himself too that questions every move he makes, so he is careful, perhaps to a fault. Experience is a thing he’s gotten so little of over the years and she is stuck on his learning curve.

“It’s okay.” She turns her head at an awkward angle, granting him a kiss, and then reaches back to clutch his hip, pulling himto her on every inward thrust.

It’s permission to let go, and he takes the obvious hint, sharpening his movements, pulling almost all of the way out before shoving himself back in. She turns away from him and presses her face to the pillow again, but her hand doesn’t leave his hip, fingernails digging at his skin, her leg bending and opening as if to draw him in further.

He thinks he hears her say ‘yes’ or ‘oh god’ but he can’t be sure because he’s close to being lost. He would reach down and try to help her there a second time, but white hot heat spirals in his lower belly, tightening his balls and swelling his cock and then he can’t get deep enough. His hips stutter, his rhythm erratic, firm hands pulling her to him as he coats her walls with his release.

All his thoughts narrow down to a single, fine point; hold himself as deep as he can go while he spills into her. His thrusts turn into desperate bumps of his hips against her ass, leaving no space between them as he spurts and trembles.

“I could get used to this.” She strokes his hip with a tender touch once his body has quieted and calmed.

She is still flushed, squirming every few seconds as if to relieve the pressure of her desire and it’s only then he realizes that she might have been close to coming again before he did. He eases out of her with a groan, urges her onto her back and takes up space between her legs. He is undeterred by the sight or taste of his own cum when he begins to work his tongue over her.

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