Page 49 of Edge of Whispers

Her lips curved in a seductive smile that made my already galloping heart rate kick up further. “Who asked you to wait?”

I panted, my entire existence measured by the throb of my heartbeat in my cock. “Well. I, ah, wanted to make you come at least ten times first.”

She shook with silent laughter. “That does sound like fun, but I’m too wound up for anything long and drawn out right now. I really want you. Inside me. Right now. You can lay on the orgasms later, right? There’s no pumpkin time for us.”

Thank God. I took her at her word and groped in the dark at the corner of the bed where I’d left a condom. I ripped it open by feel, rolling the thing on swiftly, and positioned myself over her, her legs wound around me. I situated myself for maximum control, but she had ideas of her own, wiggling and lifting herself while I nudged my cock tenderly inside her.

She was tight and small, and so wet. Her hot, plush pussy hugged and clung to me. She arched, grabbing my ass to pull me deeper. Squeezing me.

Damn. Too much. Too soon. I could feel the thundering on the horizon, threatening my control. I should have insisted on the ten orgasms. I should have gone down on her for an hour or so. I would never get this all-important first time with her back again.

But with each slow, cautious stroke of my cock, I slid a little deeper. She relaxed around me, making me slick and wet, her nails digging into my shoulders. I stared hungrily down at her beautiful slim body pinned beneath mine—so fragrant and smooth. Her strong arms, clutching me. Those small, perfect breasts, those tight, dark nipples I hadn’t even properly feasted on yet. So much to explore.

A man would need a lifetime for it all.

I rocked forward with a gasp of pure delight. “You good?”

She had to try about three times before she could get words out of her shaking lips. “I, ah…I think I’m going to fall apart.”

I went still, arching over her. Holding my breath. “Ah. Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?”

“It’s…an unprecedented thing.”

That made me cautiously hopeful. “So, that’s good, then?”

“You’re very large, by the way,” she told me.

I stopped breathing again. “Sorry. Am I hurting you?”

“Oh, no, don’t apologize. I like it. It’s very exciting. Just a little overwhelming, that’s all. But I’m down for being overwhelmed. It’s working for me. Don’t worry.” She slid her hands down my back, dug her fingernails into my ass and pulled.

I couldn’t say a word. I was trying too hard not to come, second by second, as we rocked and surged together.

We found the perfect rhythm. It was hot, fierce. Heavy, sliding thrusts. Soft, whimpering gasps from her. Her arms twined around my neck, pulling me down.

That kiss ignited a surge of emotion that blew my self-control to hell, and it all went wild. We were clutching, gasping, bucking. She wrapped herself around me with all her strength, lifting, jarred by every thrust. Wild energy thundered through our linked bodies. She held on to me tightly, crying out in pleasure. Riding the crest, triumphant.

My orgasm blasted through me, each pulse propelling me deeper, wider, farther. I was wide open to the stars, the wind, to eternity. To her.

When our hearts slowly eased down into panting stillness, I felt humbled. Nervous to look into her face. The sky beyond the small window had begun to brighten. I could hear the sound of the city slowly waking up around us.

Nancy cupped my face with her hand, pulling. I rolled over onto my side to face her, and we clasped hands, our bodies still joined, slick with sweat. Eyes locked on each other, full of speechless wonder.

This time I was the one who couldn’t handle the long, significant silence. I was so afraid I might have hurt her, scared her. I murmured something incoherent and got up to get myself a drink of water. I gulped it thirstily down and got a glass for her, too.

When I brought it back to the bed, she was sitting up, her back regally straight, her hair flung back, legs tucked to the side like a sexy mermaid. I handed her the glass, and she held it up to her bright red cheek for a moment, eyes closed.

I steeled myself and asked, “Are you okay?”

A soft smile curved her lips, but she still didn’t speak, and it was driving me crazy.

“What?” I demanded finally. “What the hell is it? What are you thinking?”

Her laughter sounded free and relaxed. “That’s funny, coming from you. I’m just using your trick. And it throws you off balance too.”

She saw the bewilderment in my eyes and took pity on me. “I mean the long, smoldering silences,” she explained. “I finally get it. Because for the first time, I’m not afraid to just sit with it. Let myself feel what I’m feeling. Right here.” She put her hand on her heart. “I don’t need to babble, or excuse myself, or justify myself. I feel … free.”

“Okay. Great.” I was still lost, but as long as she was happy, we were good.

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