His gaze flickered up to mine as his fingers tugged at the hem of my skirt, and I was pleased I’d chosen it that morning over a pair of jeans. The weather had called for it, and as luck would have it, it provided splendid access.
My eyes fluttered closed as his fingers hooked around my underwear and tugged, removing the last barrier between him and what he desired the most in that moment.
Edward moaned as he palmed my thighs, opening my legs farther, and my eyes opened. I was shocked to see the expression on his face, for it wasn’t wild desire, anger, or a will to dominate. No, it was pure longing, and my heart twisted.
His hands moved closer, my skin heating under his touch, then he lightly traced over me, pleasure fluttering through me, but it wasn’t enough. Lost in my own version of longing, I pushed against him, begging for the relief only he could give me. These long months, my own hand was a poor substitute, my fantasies empty without the real man before me. Relief had been fleeting.
Kneeling on the floor, Edward tugged me closer, forcing my legs apart, and then… His tongue laved along me and settled, sending lightning bolts ricocheting through my body. From head to toe, I was alight, then burning brightly without end as his fingers entered me and began stroking.
My hands found my breasts and began kneading, my mind lost in the storm of sensation that was of Edward’s making. Was I moaning? Crying his name? Pleading and begging for more? I didn’t know, and I scarcely cared that my facade had crumbled under his onslaught. All that mattered, and existed, wasfeeling.
His movements quickened, and I thrust against his touch, the wildness inside me breaking free and running rampant. My blood thrummed through my veins, my heart beating a tattoo in my ears I was sure he could hear.
It was his doing. All of it.
The moment I’d risen to unbearable heights, I fell, coming against his tongue and over his fingers while he delighted in his triumph. I fisted my hands in his hair, holding him in place as his teeth bit down, and I shuddered violently. Never had my pleasure lasted so long. Never had a man worshiped my body with his mouth like Edward.
When he appeared over me, I pulled him down, relishing his weight against my body after such euphoric sensation.
“Exquisite,” he murmured, his lips claiming mine. He kissed me deeply, his palm rubbing my cleft softly as his tongue wrapped around mine.
It was not in my nature to receive and not give, so my hands found the hem of his jeans and fumbled for his zipper.
“Jane,” he said against my lips, and I stilled underneath him. He didn’t want…
“But…” I began, my fingers curling around the belt loops of his jeans and tugging him closer.
“Shh,” he murmured, removing his hand from me and wrapping it around my wrist. “That is satisfying enough for now. I just wanted to see you…”
“And you have seen it all,” I replied, my eyelids feeling heavy. “Do I still transfix you?”
“Quite,” was his reply.