Page 7 of Edge
My hand shifted, and I hooked my thumb under the band of her bra. With one sharp tug, it slid aside, baring her pebbled peak to the cool air. I sealed my mouth around it, tongue circling until she was panting, her nails clawing at my shoulders.
A shiver wracked her body, and my cock throbbed painfully.
“Already trembling, baby,” I growled, my voice dark silk. “And I haven’t even gotten my hand between your legs yet.”
Her moans were muffled against my shoulder, sharp little gasps that cut straight through me as I sucked her nipple hard, teeth catching just enough to make her jolt. My tongue soothed, then bit again, pulling another sound out of her throat as I caught her wrists and dragged them up the wall above her head, my palms swallowing her small hands. Her breath rushed out in a startled sound, her body going taut under me.
For a beat, I held her there, testing. Then I let go.
She didn’t move. Just kept those pretty hands right where I’d put them, as though she was waiting for me to decide what came next. The sight sent a savage pulse through my cock.
“That’s it, baby,” I growled against her skin, voice raw silk. “Be a good girl and stay just like that.”
Both my palms slid down to cup her tits, filling my hands with warm, perfect weight. She arched instantly, pressing into me like she couldn’t get close enough. I kneaded harder, thumbing over her peaked nipples until she was panting, chest heaving, every sound she made cutting deeper under my skin.
My fingertips whispered over her quivering skin as I brought my hand to the waistband of her pants, then dipped down into her panties to cup her pussy. I dragged one digit between her folds and groaned.
“Fuck,” I rasped, teeth dragging over her throat. “Baby, you’re soaked. Dripping all over my hand. Is this all for me?”
Callie bit her lip and nodded, making me smile at her honesty.
“Good girl,” I praised softly as I traced slow, almost cruel circles over her clit, keeping her just on the edge. She might as well learn now that I was a selfish, possessive bastard who would want to own her body in every way.
Her head tipped back, but I wasn’t having that. My other hand caught her jaw, fingers clamping firm until she had no choice but to meet my gaze. Her pupils were blown wide, mouth parted, chest rising hard against mine.
“Eyes on me,” I ordered, voice low and rough, every word a chain binding her to me. “There you go.”
I continued to tease, and her breath hitched, hips twitching against me as small, broken whimpers spilled from her lips.
“Don’t even know what you’re begging for, do you?” I slid one finger into her, the tight heat gripping me like a fist. She criedout as I worked her steady, deep, and unrelenting, then pushed a second digit inside, stretching her open while my thumb rolled lazy pressure over her clit.
“Fuck, baby.” My growl was a mix of rough and silk. “So fucking tight. Dying to feel this pussy squeezing my cock.”
“Yes,” she gasped, arching hard into me, her body bowing like a live wire.
Her breath shattered, and then she broke apart against my hand, pulsing wet heat gripping my fingers as her cry tore the air.
I didn’t stop. My mouth crashed against hers, swallowing her desperate sounds. My tongue tangled with hers while my hand kept its steady rhythm, owning every aftershock, every shiver. I rode her through it, her release coating my fingers, and my kiss claiming every ragged moan.
Her body sagged against the wall, breaths ragged, eyes glazed but slowly clearing as the climax ebbed. I pulled my hand from her panties, and I didn’t look away from her when I shoved my fingers into my mouth and sucked them clean, groaning low in my chest. “Fuck, baby. You taste so good I could live on it.”
Her lips parted on a shaky sound that was half gasp, half disbelief.Perfect.
I tore the clasp on her bra and stripped it away like it offended me, and the thin fabric hit the floor, forgotten. Then I made quick work of her shoes, pants, and panties, sending them off to join her bra.
My eyes scanned her thoroughly as I circled her wrists and brought her hands down to rest on my shoulders. I stepped back just far enough to take her in, every inch laid bare for me now. Smooth skin kissed gold by the sun, soft curves that begged for my hands, the rise and fall of her chest as she tried to catch her breath. Her nipples were peaked tight, flushed against the cooler air, her belly drawing in with every shaky inhale. Betweenher thighs, she was slick and swollen, glistening like a promise, thighs trembling but spread just for me.
“Fucking perfect.” My voice came out rough, reverent, and filthy all at once.
Damn, I was about to blow in my pants like a horny teenager.
I slid both hands under her ass and lifted, her startled squeak breaking into a breathless laugh against my throat when her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. Her heat pressed to the large, thick length straining behind my fly, only the thin barrier of denim kept me from sinking inside.
I held her weight like it was nothing, crowding her closer, my voice a low growl in her ear.
“I’m giving you one out, baby. Right here. Right now. If you don’t tell me to stop, I’m gonna fuck you. And once I do, you’re mine. You get that?”
She blinked, dazed but sure, then lifted her chin and pointed toward the short hall. “Bedroom’s that way.”
