11. Ember
Chapter 11
Ember
Edward’s mouth lands on mine in a frenzy of need, his tongue delving deep. Now the adrenaline has worn off, I’m desperate for him. I need visceral reassurance that he’s still here, alive, his blood flowing, his heart beating. Just as my heart beats for him. Only him.
Panting, I pull back, tearing his t-shirt over his head before lowering my hands to unbutton his jeans. I push them down his muscular thighs, palming his swollen cock through his boxers.
“Fuck, I love you, Firefly.”
His words still my movements. I lift my gaze to his beautiful gray eyes. “I love you , Edward Hayes. You are everything to me.”
Edward wipes away the tear trickling down my cheek. “Thank you.”
“For what?” I whisper.
“For bringing me back to life. For loving me exactly as I am.”
More tears slip down my cheeks, but they’re not the kind that comes from sadness. They’re the kind that wash away the cracks, the fears, the shadows of the past.
“And for letting me love you,” Edward adds, his voice breaking slightly. “For trusting me with your heart.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “Edward?”
“Yeah, Firefly?”
“I need you to make love to me. But first, I need you to fuck me.”
His eyes widen, and his nostrils flare. With a growl, he backs me up against the closed bedroom door. The mirror hung on the back is cold against my hot skin. “Sweetheart, I’m dangerously close to losing it.”
My heart beats in my mouth, and my blood thrums through my veins. I bite his earlobe. “Maybe I want you to lose it.”
Our clothes disappear in a flurry of urgency, flying in all directions. Once we’re naked, Edward places his palms on the door beside me, caging me in with his arms.
I trail my fingers over his chest, tugging at the hair covering his firm skin. His muscles twitch beneath my touch, and he watches my hands move lower. He sucks in a breath, and his dick leaps as my fingers graze the head of his cock. Clear fluid drips from the end. I dip my finger in it and circle the rounded tip as he mutters a curse.
“Ember… this is dangerous territory,” he mutters thickly. “I don’t think I can be gentle.”
“I don’t want gentle right now, darling. I want you. Hard. Deep. Rough.”
Edward curses again and drops to his knees before me, running his palms up my bare legs until he reaches the soft hair shielding my sex. My wetness leaks from me, coating my inner thighs.
“You want to get fucked, Firefly? Hard? Deep? Rough?” he asks, working a finger between my legs and sliding it along my folds.
I shudder and grip his shoulders. “Yes!”
“I’ll always give you what you want. But first…”
He shifts my legs further apart and leans in, inhaling my scent. Lifting one leg, he guides it over his shoulder, balancing my weight between him and the door behind me. I’m spread wide and glistening for his ravenous gaze.
“…I want to hear you scream my name,” he finally finishes, right before he leans in and licks me.
His mouth is wild. A furious sucking, burrowing tongue makes me cry out. I buck against his face as he circles my clit and laps my juices. His hands bite into my ass as he pulls me closer, sinking a finger deep inside me. The pleasure builds quickly as he lavishes my clit, while his finger pumps in and out, in and out. God, I’m so wet that my juices are dripping down his wrist. I should be embarrassed, but it only makes me hotter.
The hand holding my ass grips harder as he withdraws his finger and spreads my wetness to my back passage. I yelp and stiffen as his thumb breaches my tight hole.
“Relax, sweetheart. Let me in,” he growls against my folds.
I take a breath, focusing on relaxing my muscles, and his thumb slips in further. It feels odd but not unpleasant. But as Edward goes to town on my pussy, the intrusion takes on a different sensation, escalating my pleasure until I’m overwhelmed by him, overrun by his touch.
I thrash as I come hard, my sex pulsing as I dissolve into pure ecstasy. His mouth never leaves me, his fingers show me no mercy. He ruthlessly pulls every glimmer of bliss from me until I’m twitching and moaning his name.
I float down from my orgasm to find Edward panting, his cock still as hard as hell. His eyes are dark and hungry.
Rising, he kisses me, sharing my taste. He cups my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers, squeezing until the sensations are like lightning. I arch and cry out, the tension in my belly coiling all over again as his cock swells thick and impossibly long against me.
Pulling back, he rasps, “Do you know what I want to do to you right now?”
I shake my head, still breathing hard from my climax.
“I want to take you on your hands and knees. Hard. Deep. Rough.”
I stroke his jaw. “Then do it.”
“Be sure, Ember,” he says, his voice a rumble. “I’m on the edge. I’ll never hurt you. Ever. But I need you very badly.”
One day, I’ll explain how much I love his roughness, how it excites and arouses me like nothing else. For now, I can only moan and pant, “I’m sure. Now, Edward. Now.”
Tugging me away from the door, he falls to his knees for the second time and spins me so my back is to him. He kisses the base of my spine and strokes my buttocks before looping his arms around my waist and drawing me down. I automatically brace my weight on my hands and knees, needing him to hurry.
I jerk and groan as his knuckles brush my sex, and he slides a finger inside. Stroking. Pleasuring. I raise my head, looking at him in the mirror on the door. His eyes are locked on me. Intense. Blazing.
He withdraws his finger. Slides it into his mouth.
Oh, God, the sight is almost enough to make me come again before he’s even inside me…
Fisting his cock, he moves over me. His blunt, hot tip parts my folds. Slides slowly inside. Palms flat, my fingers spread, seeking purchase on the wooden floor as he stretches my sheath impossibly wide.
It was like this the first time when he took my virginity on the kitchen table, but there’s no pain now, only pressure as he goes deeper.
His hips thrust sharply as his hand braces beside mine, pushing inches deeper. His mouth drops to my nape. His teeth scrape my skin. He fills me until I’m sure there can’t be any more.
But there is.
“More. And more.
He nips my shoulder. “Take me, Ember. Ah, God. Take all of me.”
I’m willing, but he feels so much bigger in this position.
He grasps my thighs and pulls them wider. It helps, but I grunt at the force as he thrusts deeper. The dual sensations of pressure and pleasure meld and become one.
At last, he sinks all the way in. Making me quiver. My inner muscles squeeze him tight, pulsing around his root. My arms tremble as I fight to remain still and let him take me, just like I asked. Like I need.
“Do you feel me, Firefly?”
“God, yes. So much. So deep.”
Edward’s chest heaves against my back. “Good. Now I’ll give you what you want. What we both want.”
He slides out by inches. Returns with a hard thrust. Again. Again. Soon, his withdrawals are longer, his thrusts harder. I savor his length. His heat. His cock battering inside me. Dragging against hidden nerves. Pleasuring me in a way I never thought possible.
But I’m not sure if I can climax this way. The pressure is hard and growing harder with every hammering thrust.
“Look at us,” he growls. “Look.”
I do. I lift my eyes to the mirror, seeing his big body over mine, his cock moving in and out of me, and my body is seized by lightning. It comes so suddenly that I scream through gritted teeth. My back arches. I flex around him as I come. He keeps thrusting. I seize again, sobbing his name. Clawing the hand on the floor beside mine.
The pleasure is too much. He’s too much. I turn my head and press my mouth against the muscles of his uninjured arm, tasting salt and Edward. I clench again, the ripples of pleasure jagged now as his rhythm quickens. Pounding. Pushing. Rutting.
I’m pleading now as I come again, squeezing him hard. Then I feel it, the warmth of his release inside me. Hear his hoarse shout. Hear my name spilling from his lips.
“Ember. Ember. I love you. Love you.”
As the shivering pulses slow and ease, I kiss his arm. Lace my fingers on top of his. Meet his beautiful gray eyes in the mirror. “And I love you.”