Chapter 6 #2
His mouth works my clit like it's the only thing that's been sustaining him up here. Like he's been waiting for years for this moment, and now he's suckling, licking, devouring my pussy like he'll never have it again.
His fingers pump in and out, setting a punishing rhythm that has me panting, climbing higher and higher. But even as pleasure threatens to shatter me, a deeper craving takes root.
I need him. The feel of that thick cock I saw earlier.
"Edward," I gasp, trying to push my hips up into his mouth, but he holds me firm. "Need... need to touch you. Please."
He doesn't lift his head. He just increases the pressure on my clit, sucking hard, his fingers plunging deeper with a curl rubbing against my pleasure spot.
It's like he's trying to drown me in pleasure. But I need him to understand.
I tug sharply on his hair. "Look at me!"
He pauses, lifting his head just enough to meet my gaze. His chin glistens with my wetness, his eyes are pure feral hunger in the dim light. "What?"
"Come up here," I demand, breathless. "I want to taste you while you do that."
A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face. It transforms him, making the hard lines soften into something dangerously beautiful. "So you're a greedy girl?"
"You didn't guess that when I said I was bored?"
But to his credit, he doesn't make me wait.
Rising slightly, he shifts his weight onto the mattress. He lowers himself back down, his mouth finding my core again, those talented fingers disappearing back inside me with a slick sound that makes me moan.
Perfect.
I reach up, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock.
"This is what I wanted," I moan, stroking down on the full length of the giant thing that's now hot and heavy in my palm.
It’s like velvet over steel and tiny droplets of pre-cum bead at the slit.
My mouth waters and I lean forward, tracing the swollen head with my tongue, tasting salt and musk and pure, unadulterated man.
He groans against my pussy, the sound vibrating deliciously through me.
"Fuck, Penny," he rasps, his voice muffled. His hips jerk slightly, pushing the head of his cock against my lips.
I open wider, taking him in. He's thick, stretching my lips and filling my mouth. I suck hard at the sensitive head, swirling my tongue over the ridge, loving the choked groan it rips from him.
His fingers pump faster inside me, curling in that perfect way, while his tongue dances over my clit.
I moan around his cock, the vibrations making him buck until I can barely breathe. I pull my mouth off him with a wet pop, my lips swollen.
I start stroking him with my hand, long, smooth pulls from root to tip, twisting my wrist on the upstroke, mimicking what my mouth just did. He’s leaking so much now, slicking my palm, making the glide effortless.
"Fuck, yes," he groans into my core, his tongue redoubling its efforts. "Just like that, sunshine. Stroke my cock like that."
His filthy words send another jolt through me and I'm close. So close.
His fingers move inside me, his tongue flicks my clit, and I feel myself unraveling. A sharp, keening cry escapes me as the orgasm crashes over me, wave after wave of blinding ecstasy.
I clench hard around his fingers, my back arching off the bed, my vision whiting out.
He doesn't stop. He rides me through it, his tongue gentling but still relentless, drawing out every last shuddering pulse.
Only when my body finally sags, boneless and trembling, does he lift his head.
"You're fucking sexy when you come," he growls, smirking with satisfaction.
He pulls his fingers slowly from my still-quivering core, bringing them to his mouth. His eyes lock with mine as he deliberately sucks my wetness from them.
The sight is so primal, so possessive, heat floods me again.
"Enough teasing," he growls, his voice thick with lust.
He grabs my hips, pulling me roughly towards him until my ass is perched right on the edge of the mattress again.
He positions the thick head of his cock against my slick entrance. My body, still humming from the orgasm, feels impossibly sensitive, but I crave him. I crave this man more than I've ever craved anything.
"Look at me," he commands.
I drag my eyes open and his face is set, a single muscle ticking in his jaw. There’s a vulnerability warring with the raw hunger in his blue eyes. "You need to tell me you want this."
"Yes," I gasp, reaching up to touch his stubbled cheek. "Yes, Edward. Please."
"Are you sure—"
"YES! Edward, please… Fuck me!"
With another chuckle, he shakes his head and pushes forward.
My eyes widen. Oh, yes. That's right. He’s huge.
And the stretch is intense.
I bite my lip, breathing through it, my inner muscles fluttering wildly around the invading thickness.
"Fuck, Penny," he groans, his head dropping forward, his shoulders taut with strain. "You’re so tight."
"That's because you're so big!"
"So perfect for me, baby."
He bottoms out, his hips flush against mine. He pauses, buried to the hilt, letting me adjust. The feeling of being so completely filled, stretched, and possessed is indescribable.
I can feel every ridge, every vein, the undeniable presence of him inside me. It borders on pain, but it’s the sweetest kind. The kind that makes you crave more.
He starts to move and each withdrawal is an aching loss, each push back in a breathtaking claim. He sets a rhythm that’s deep and purposeful, his hips rolling against mine.
My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper still. Each thrust sends shockwaves through me.
The whole time, I feel the power in him, the raw strength coiled in his muscles, the controlled power of his movements. The scars on his shoulders catch the firelight, reminders of battles fought, but right now, this feels like the most important one he’s ever waged.
The battle to feel. To connect. To be mine.
He leans down, bracing himself on one arm beside my head, his other hand tangling in my hair.
"You feel me, Penny?" he rasps against my lips, his breath hot. "Feel how deep I am? How you take every fucking inch like you were meant to be here the whole time?"
He punctuates the words with a particularly deep thrust that makes me cry out, my nails digging into his back.
"You're mine, Penny. Mine!"
"Yes! Oh god, yes! More, Edward. Harder!"
He growls a sound of pure male satisfaction, and picks up the pace.
"Mine!"
His thrusts become faster, harder, driving into me with a force that rocks the sturdy bedframe. The slap of skin on skin fills the small room, mingling with my gasps and his low, guttural groans.
I feel another orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter low in my belly, fueled by the sheer intensity of his possession.
"Look at me," he demands again, his voice strained. "Look at me when you come."
His command sends me hurtling over the edge. My body shatters around him, convulsing, clenching his cock impossibly tight as wave after wave of pure ecstasy crashes through me.
I scream his name, my eyes locked on his, seeing the reflection of my own wild pleasure in his gaze.
He lets out a choked roar, his rhythm stuttering. He thrusts deep, once, twice more, then holds himself buried inside me as he pulses, hot and thick ropes of his come filling me with his release.
He collapses onto me, his weight a warm, comforting blanket. His face is flushed, his hair damp with sweat, but his eyes… his eyes are clear, vulnerable, and softer than I’ve ever seen them.
“Well,” he rasps, still at a loss for breath. “I guess you won’t be needing that fold out bed tonight.”
I giggle, a breathless, satisfied sound. “Definitely not. Not with you here, Edward. You’re much, much warmer.”
He leans down, pressing a soft, tender kiss to my forehead. “Go to sleep, Penny. We’ve got a long few days ahead of us.”
I nestle against him, feeling the solid warmth of his body spooned against mine, his arm wrapped securely around my waist.
The scent of him and our lovemaking fills my senses, a intoxicating perfume that promises safety and belonging.
I close my eyes, a feeling of deep contentment settling over me, a peace I haven’t truly known in years.
Outside, the storm still rages. But inside the cabin, inside this bed, wrapped in Edward Rogers, I’ve found my own perfect, overwhelming calm.
I've found my purpose.