Page 93 of Your Sharpest Edge
I cupped his cheeks and leaned in, pressing my lips to his.
“Your first,” I repeated, not as a question, but as a statement.
The significance hung heavily between us because he was my first in everything, and sharing this moment with him was profound.
He stared at me with such adoration. He wanted me—all of me and in whatever way that meant. I’d never wanted something more in my entire life. I wanted to taste, touch, fuck him. I wanted to claim him as mine, show him I would never leave.
I lifted my hips and gently scooted back so I was hovering over his cock.
“If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to.”
I was ready—so fucking ready to feel him inside my pussy, to drench his cock with the sweetness he loved. I wanted to show him how much I yearned for him even after all these years.
Better yet, I wanted to show myself that I could do this. This was what it felt like to really be loved, to feel cherished by someone who wanted you in every carnal way.
“No.” I whimpered. “I want you so badly it aches.”
“You can do this, malyshka. You are in control,” he crooned and looked at his throbbing cock. “I’m not going to move until you want me to. I want you to make the move first, Anastasia.”
Tears prickled the corners of my eyes. He was giving me that power and control I never got before. I lifted my hips and gently slid onto him, letting his girth stretch me in ways I never knew possible.
I gradually lowered myself onto his length, his hands guiding my hips. I knew he’d let me slide off if it became too much, but the delicious pressure of him filling me made me want to keep going.
“You’ve got this.” He encouraged me. “You’re taking me so well.”
I closed my eyes, letting his touch wash over me like a warm blanket. His hands gripped me tighter, sending a shiver down my spine.
He stilled, and my eyes snapped open, meeting his hooded green gaze. He was waiting, needing my permission. I gave him a small, eager nod, silently giving him the go-ahead.
“I’m fucking obsessed,” he groaned, and with one final thrust, he sank deep inside me, hitting every sensitive spot.
“Yes,” I cried out, my body responding instantly as I rocked up and down his cock, coating him with my slick heat.
“Malyshka.” He gripped my hips, guiding me in a synchronized rhythm as I bounced up and down until my thighs shook.
“I—I need to get...” I couldn’t finish the sentence before he seized my waist.
“Are you okay?” he asked hurriedly. “Did I hurt you? Is this too much?”
I shook my head, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “I’m okay. I promise. My knees were aching.”
He let out a sigh of relief as he trailed small kisses down my neck.
“Utter fucking perfection,” he moaned.
I wasn’t going to last long. Between his breathless words full of wanton yearning and his body molding to mine so perfectly, it was as if we were always meant to be. I was a goner.
“Alex,” I cried.
He brought his hands to my bouncing breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. The piercing ache burned inside me, adding to the build-up churning inside my lower belly.
“What do you need, malyshka?” he demanded, fucking me deeper. He caressed my clit, alternating between flicking and rubbing the sensitive spot.
Stars formed behind my eyelids as I sank farther into the abyss of pleasure.
“I need you,” I mewled. “I need you, Alex. It’s always been you.”
With a final thrust, he spilled inside me. We both breathed heavily as he collapsed against the headboard, still holding me tightly in his arms.
