Page 127 of The Edge of Falling

"Maybe," I said. I reached down and unbuckled his pants. "Stand up," I said, quickly getting off him.

"Wow, you're eager."

"Well, I haven't been with you in a while, and I'm really quite ready."

"Oh really?" he asked. "Just how ready?"

"You'll see soon." I winked at him, and he growled. He pulled his pants down and stepped out of them. I watched as he quickly got rid of his boxers as well. I stared at his cock, long and hard, and I grinned. I reached down and rubbed my fingers back and forth, and he groaned as I gave him a slight hand job.

"Fuck, that feels good."

"Oh yeah? How good?"

"You know how good," he said. He stepped forward and pulled my top off, and then I pulled my skirt down and my panties too. He whistled as he stared at my body. "You're fricking gorgeous."

I pushed him back down on the couch, and I got into his lap and straddled him again. I could feel his hard cock between my pussy lips. And he groaned as he felt how wet I was there.

"Shit, you really are ready." He grabbed my ass and pulled me toward him. And I groaned as he rubbed me back and forth on his cock. The tip of him was rubbing my clit, and it felt absolutely amazing. My breasts bounced against his chest, and I leaned forward and kissed him. His fingers ran up and down my back, and his tongue slid into my mouth. And I knew I just wanted him then. I reached down and positioned him between my legs.

"Fuck me, please."

"Hold on," he said, reaching over and pulling out a condom from his pocket. I watched as he ripped it open and slipped it on. "Because I want to come this time," he said with a laugh. I just smiled and placed him back between my legs. I shifted slightly so that the tip of him was at my entrance. And then I lowered myself down little by little.

"Oh my gosh," I said, as he was finally completely inside me. He grunted in response, and I felt him moving my hips back and forth faster and faster as I bounced up and down on his lap. This felt different from the other times we'd had sex. And I couldn't believe just how amazing it felt. I grabbed his head and kissed him as I felt myself coming close to orgasm. He reached up and started playing with my nipples as he continued to move his hips, and I knew I was close to coming.

"Don't stop," he said as I bounced up and down faster and faster.

"I won't," I said. "I'm close." And then I started screaming as I felt everything inside me exploding in pure and utter bliss.

"Fuck yeah," he said. He gripped my hips and moved me up and down on his cock. And then I felt his body still and then shudder inside me. I collapsed forward and kissed him. He looked at me with happy, tired eyes. "That was fucking hot," he said.

"It was amazing." I slid off him and watched as he pulled his condom off and placed it on the floor.

"Fuck, that was hot." He grabbed my hand and pulled me back onto his lap and I sat on it and looked up at him. He lazily played with my back. I could hear my phone beeping, but I ignored it. There was no one I cared to talk to at that moment.

"You're so beautiful, Rosalie," he said, staring at me with adoration and love in his eyes.

"You're so handsome. Oliver, I just can't believe it's real. I just can't believe we finally got together."

"Me either." He leaned forward and kissed me on the nose, and I grabbed his ear.

"You have the most beautiful ears," I said, studying them.

"I do?" He laughed. "That's a weird observation to make."

"I study each and every part of you," I said. My phone started ringing then, and I rolled my eyes. "Oh my gosh. I'm not getting it." I started laughing. "Whoever it is cannot take a hint. Just leave a message."

"I know, right? I hope it's not your ex Graham Cracker telling you he's back in the country and wants you back."

"Oh my gosh, it's not Graham," I said, poking him. "Trust me, he's not coming back. And even if he did, I don't want him."

"Well, good, because you're mine, right?" he said suddenly. "You are my girlfriend now, right, Rosalie?"

"Of course. And you are my boyfriend, Oliver." I heard the door opening, and we both froze. Foster strode in with Alice behind him.

"What the fuck!" he exclaimed as he looked over to the living room. I stared at him in shock. Thankfully, Oliver acted quickly and grabbed one of the throw blankets from the couch and pulled it around me. And then he pulled one around himself. Foster strode over to us. "What the hell is going on here?" I bit down on my lower lip.

"I'm sorry," Alice said softly. "I tried calling and texting, but no one answered."

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