Chapter 6 #3
To my erotic surprise, Edie forks her fingers inside of me, leaving me open, gaping, all while I stare down into her beautiful eyes and realize that holy shit, she really is the one.
When I least expect it—but most need it—she fucks me with my end of the strapless toy before falling back on my bed and opening herself up to me.
I barely hold it all together as I gaze upon her naked, sweating, orgasmic form. Can I even take her to another place? Is now the time? Again, the clarity, although my lust once again fogs over it. Maybe I’m overcompensating for something right now. Sure, this is going to feel incredible, but am I…
Am I trying to prove something here? With body parts not my own?
Fuck it. Don’t care. Above all else, I need to see her curves ripple as I fuck her and her tits bounce as I lightly smack them. Talk about my Christmas gift!
“How badly do you want it, angel?” I’m just buying time as I super-suavely line myself up with her body.
“So badly that I might just die if you don’t do it.”
I reward her by sliding us both home.
We groan together, hers airy, light, and electric, while I sound like a caveman learning how to talk for the first time.
I’m a little shocked at her pussy putting up resistance after all of that, but her come-hither look that begs me to fuck her says that it’s part of the game.
Once I’m actually in, I grab her hips, and she holds on behind her knees.
Oh, good. She knows how to have a really good time—as if I had any doubt yet.
“Oh, shit, it’s killing me,” I admit, starting to move and experiencing the other end inside of me. Tiny little silicone nubs attempt to part my folds and get to my clit. Not yet, party-crashers. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone like I have you, Edie.”
“Wren…”
“Half my life, Edie. That’s how long.” I swallow, praying for strength to finish my thought before I go all-in. “Dreaming about you.” I increase my pace. “Hating myself for wanting what wasn’t mine.”
“No,” she whimpers. “I was never anyone else’s.”
“No?”
“No one’s made me feel like this.” She pulls me down for a kiss. “Never made me feel like the sluttiest goddess on Earth!”
Laughing, I can’t help but say, “Because you are perfect.” I shift angles, hitting that spot that makes her eyes roll back again. “Perfect body, personality, pussy… let’s be real.”
“Such a romantic…” She jests, yet gasps in pleasure as I hit particularly deep.
I’m in recesses I don’t even think she knew about.
God, I wish I could feel them. But I’m too busy fighting my clit from taking on these damned nubs.
Once that happens, it’s over. I can hold back until my clit is involved.
“Want romance?” I slow down. Lovemaking? Fucking? Her call. “I’m obsessed with you. The only good thing to come out of being part of my family.”
“Wren...”
“Mean it. Would burn the whole world down for you.” She stiffens, and I know we’re both about to go down for the night. “That's it, angel. Come for me.”
“Only if you do too.”
“I always do my best.”
She shatters again, gripping her legs as she throws her head back and screams. Just like I fantasized, her whole body ripples in orgasm as she rides it out one more time. I swear the sight of her breasts was created just for me.
“That's my good girl,” I groan, thinking it might be time to unleash my clit. “So beautiful when you come. Love watching you fall apart beneath me.”
I thrust through her orgasm, drawing it out until she's sobbing my name, and then I follow her over, letting those nubs touch me so I instantly crack and shatter with her.
The sensation shuddering through me is a concentrated lesson in not falling over, even though I swear I no longer know which way is up and which is down.
All I have is her voice to guide me back to bed.
Where I’m still with her. Where I, Wren, made her come more than she has before.
That primal satisfaction only makes me want to do it one more fucking time.
“Again,” I growl, starting to move before she's even finished shaking.
“Wren—”
“You can.” I fall over, finally, pulling her on top of me. “Ride me, angel. Show me how much you love it.”
She does, and it's the most breathtaking thing I've ever seen. Edie, unleashed and uninhibited, taking her pleasure with me as the willing conduit. She starts slowly, grinding down on me. Her hands brace against my chest, fingers digging into my skin as she picks up the pace.
“That’s it, angel," I encourage, my hands gripping her hips to guide her movements. “Ride me into the sunset. Show me how much you love it.”
“Fuck, yes.” Her head falls back, her mouth open, and her hair falling free around her shoulders. “Hot damn, this is the hottest thing ever.”
“Imagine my view,” I growl, thanking my lucky Christmas star that this is what I get to see during the dourest months of the year. “Made for me. You were made for me, angel.”
She rides harder, chasing her pleasure, and I've never seen anything more erotic. Her body bounces with each movement, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat, her entire soul ablaze as she takes what’s rightfully hers—me.
“Touch yourself,” I command. “I wanna watch you get yourself off.”
Her hand slides between us, finding her clit. “I’m…”
“Come for me, angel. Bless me with your beauty.”
When she comes for the third time, screaming my name, I'm right there with her, making her mine as much as I am hers. As she collapses forward against me, I keep her hips pressed against mine, making sure she doesn’t accidentally escape.
“That's it,” I whisper in her ear. “Look at me. Don’t you forget this moment, angel.” She’ll remember me tomorrow, next year, the rest of her life… if I have anything to say about it.
She whimpers against my neck, her whole body shuddering.
When I finally move her, I quickly press my hand between her legs, helping her come down from the highest high she’s surely experienced tonight.
Maybe my touch can help her feel more connected with herself.
With us. With a moment I’m still in disbelief has happened.
“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me,” I mutter into her ear, and she shivers at my possessive touch.
We collapse together, sweaty and sated. I pull her close against me, her back to my chest, my arm wrapped around her waist. For now.
“Stay,” I say into the darkness. “Tonight. Forever, for all I care.”
“That’s fast.”
“That’s me being sure.” I pull her against me. “I know what I want. Do you?”
She’s quiet for a moment. Then, “I want you. I want this. I want to stop pretending to be someone I’m not.”
“Then stay.”
“Okay.”
It’s that simple. That complicated. My phone buzzes with messages from my family, but I ignore them all. The only thing that matters is the woman in my arms, marked by my heart, choosing me over everything else.
Nick was right about one thing… I do want what he had. But not to take it from him.
But to show Edie how she should have been treasured all along.