Page 99 of Your Sharpest Edge
I grabbed her chin, lifting her gaze to mine. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now, okay?” I warned gently, giving her a moment to process.
She gave me a small nod, and a rush of heat surged through me.
With that permission, I slid back inside her mouth, but this time, I took control, thrusting slowly at first, then gradually picking up the pace, not letting up as I watched her lips stretch around me.
“You were made for me. You’re doing such a good job taking me in your mouth,” I told her as I continued to fuck her deeply to the back of her throat.
“Lift your hands and wrap them around the base of my cock,” I instructed, and she obliged.
Her silky, smooth skin felt like heaven, but as she began to apply a bit more pressure, mimicking the movements of her mouth, I unraveled.
“Good.” I encouraged her. “Use one hand now. Take the other and gently squeeze my balls.”
She tried to nod, but her mouth was stuffed full of my throbbing dick. A little pressure between her two hands, and it was all over.
“Open wide. I’m going to come.” I warned her and then spilled my seed inside her mouth, branding her with my taste.
If I knew what she tasted like, it was only fair for my taste to linger on her lips, too.
“Swallow,” I said, holding her jaw softly shut.
She nodded and looked at me as she took everything down her throat.
“You did so good.” I dropped to my knees and pressed a kiss to her mouth.
She giggled. “My mouth was?—”
“Your mouth was fucking perfect.” I finished for her.
I looked back at the door before tucking myself back into my shorts that had slid down to my knees.
“Come on,” I said, reaching a hand down to her and lifting her up. “We should go downstairs before they get restless.”
She linked her fingers with mine.
“I’ll clean you up when we get home.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead.
She sighed so softly that I wouldn’t have heard it if it hadn’t been completely silent for that one moment in the city. It was as if the universe paused long enough for me to hear how comfortable she felt with me. That sigh was more than an exhale; it was a release of tension, a signal of trust and intimacy that words couldn’t capture.
We walked toward the door hand in hand, the connection between us palpable. The city buzzed around us, but in our little bubble, it was only us. She stopped as I held the door open for her.
“Someone definitely saw us. I heard the door open,” she said, laughing.
Her laughter surprised me. I had expected her to shy away, to be embarrassed by the whole situation. But instead, she laughed so hard she clutched her stomach.
“Are you okay?” I asked, laughing along with her.
“I’m more than okay,” she managed between giggles. “It’s... it’s so ridiculous, isn’t it? Here we are, sneaking around like teenagers, and I don’t even care who sees us.”
Her laughter was infectious, and I found myself laughing harder, the sound of our amusement blending with the distanthum of the city outside. It was a moment of pure joy, untainted by worry or fear.
As we finally caught our breath, she looked up at me, her eyes shining with happiness. “Alex?”
“Hmm?” I pressed the button to call the elevator.
“Thank you for this,” she said softly as the doors opened. “For making me feel alive.”
“Thank you for making me feel alive... again.” I leaned into her, nudging her shoulder with mine as we rode down to my apartment.
