Edge
Harley stares at me in shock and an astounded silence deadens the room around us.
She doesn’t know I’ve been trying to learn ASL since the summer. I did it for her. Because I wanted to tell her all the ways I fucking love her, in her own language. While that shock percolates, I advance on her.
I don’t want to hurt her physically or emotionally. I love this woman with every fiber of my being, but I warned her. I stood there and warned her, and she threw dirt on my warnings and pissed on it for good measure like the bad-ass biker’s daughter she is. She’s also innocent and naive and been through a hell of a lot, but she stood there and asked me for it. Begged. Struck me to snap my control that I was hanging onto like a man clings to a plank of wood after a shipwreck in a churning, swirling ocean.
She ripped that plank away from me and now I’m drowning, and god help her, she’s gonna find out who the real me is. The parts of me that she’s never seen, the parts of me that I wanted to reveal to her slowly, mixed with tenderness and loving care.
That isn’t gonna happen. Fire burns bright in her slate gray eyes, .
I grip her hips like the animal I am, my beast roaring to life. I see red. It paints everything, a wild explosion ofneed, a visceral reaction I can’t control. I’ve wanted this woman like no other. The connection that bound us up and tied us together was always inexplicable. Neither of us could fight it. I fucking tried. Tried then and tried now and I fucking failed and she’s going to pay the price for it.
I slam my lips to hers so hard that her gasp flows into my mouth and down my throat. It lodges in my chest, where I consume it, just like I’m going to consume the rest of her. There isn’t a single part of me that’s rational. All I know is her. The beast of desire prowls just below my skin, cloaked in darkness and shadow and she feeds it with every little gasp and whimper she makes as I eat at her mouth.
I nip at her lips, sink my teeth into the plush bottom one like I promised myself I would. I bite down until her blood is flowing, rich and coppery over my tongue.
I kiss her with a ferocity that startles both of us. Her lips part for me willingly, despite the rough onslaught and I thrust my tongue inside, stroking hers, mimicking the long, lust filled strokes I’d rather be fucking her tight cunt with. My cock is as hard as steel.
Harley, because she’s my fire, reaches up to tangle her fingers in my hair, bringing me close when I try to pull away. She kisses me back, trembling, her thighs quaking. I can scent how wet she is, how her sweet juices have soaked her panties and are dripping down her thighs.
She bites me back as I pull away and when I groan, she licks along the wounded edge with her tongue, lapping it up. I do the same, tasting where I bit her, before I press my lips hard against hers, melding our blood together like some kind of ancient ritual.
What I’m about to do to her is ancient. It’s as old as time and just as sacred.
“Edge,” she breathes when I pull back, my hands already lifting up that damn t-shirt that looks so sexy on her.
I curl my fingers into her panties and tug them down her legs so hard she lets out a pained gasp. It fires my blood the same way messing around with a damn stun gun would. Fifty thousand volts of unadulterated lust flowing through my veins.
I rip her shirt off next and step back, taking in her glorious body. I haven’t seen her fully naked yet and those fifty thousand volts? They’re nothing compared to what the sight of her sun-kissed golden skin, her perky tits with the dark nipples hardened to straining points, the flat slope of her belly and the beautiful flare of her hips, do to me. And the treasure that’s seated between them? Perfection. Sweet perfection that nearly brings me to my knees for the second time in less than twelve hours.
I have no idea what this woman is doing to me. She’s either going to be my salvation or my end and fuck me if I know the difference. Or if I care.
My mouth waters, hot bursts of saliva that flood the back of my tongue. I have to taste her.
I make savage work of my clothes, tearing my t-shirt nearly clean off in my haste to get it over my head. My fingers work at my belt uselessly, but finally the fucker gives and I kick off my boots, and shuck off my pants.
I love that she’s had my cock in her mouth already, that she’s seen the size of me, but still, her eyes widen andthe blue flecks come alive, glowing with passion and unsated hunger.
My hands come down to her waist and shift over the sweet smooth globes of her ass. I haul her up roughly against me, trapping my throbbing cock between us as I slam my way into the shower. It’s a struggle to get the door open, but the glass finally gives way and I step inside. I crank the spray, but it comes out frigid, dousing us with enough frigid force to steal our breath. Harley screams at the shock of it against her heated skin while I fumble with the settings, trying to get it going without it coming on so strong that it burns us alive.
Finally it obeys and, with a groan and clank of the ancient pipes, that hot water starts flowing. I let out a relieved sigh and bend my head to Harley’s neck. Her golden skin goes on for acres, and I whet my appetite at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. I bite her there, lick and taste the salt of her sweat, the sweet silk of her skin. I lap at the bite mark, trailing my tongue lazily over it, lapping up the beads of water that’s splashed there.
“Edge,” she moans, right by my ear. I love my name on her lips. I want her to scream it so the entire world knows she’s mine.
I lift my face so she can watch my lips. Her eyelashes are starred with droplets of water, her beautiful dark hair plastered around us. Never seen her wet before that I can recall and my balls clench up so tight that I nearly shoot my load right there against her stomach.
“Gonna eat that sweet hot cunt, Harley. Coat my lips with your cream and swallow your cum down my throat.”
She lets out a sexy as fuck moan that makes my dick jump all over again. I shift her so that her legs wrap around myshoulders and her back presses into the glass of the shower as I fall to my knees. I love the way she digs her heels into my back, even before I start worshipping her.
She’s beautiful, dripping wet in places the water hasn’t touched. I love all that pearly wetness, love that it’s coating her thighs and that when I part her folds with my fingers, another wave drenches her. I spread her wide, opening her up to me, and my girl moans and throws her head back against the glass with a dull thud. She closes her eyes, but I nip her inner thigh hard enough to bring her back with a yelp.
“Look at me. Watch me eat you, Harley. Watch me taste you, fuck up into all that sweetness with my tongue.”
She shudders against me so hard that the glass vibrates. Her hands tangle in my wet hair and guide my face to her glistening sex.
I feast on her like she’s my last meal. She screams and bucks against me when I lash her swollen clit with my tongue. She isn’t nearly there yet, and I love that she’s so sensitive that what I’m doing to her hurts. I curl my hands around her ass, spread her open there too and bend my head so that I can lick her from front to back. I groan as her sweet ambrosia floods my mouth and bursts over my tongue.
