“It doesn’t hurt?” he asks.
“A bit, but it’s okay,” I say.
Edge tilts my chin up and my eyes sweep to his face. To the inscrutable, unreadable expression. His pupils are completely blown, eaten up by irises the color of honeyed amber. “I promise you that I’ll never hurt you again,” Edge says, and I wish, more than ever, that I could hear the tone of his voice. Is it deep and gravelly like I’ve read about in books? Thick and heady with his loss of control and the burning hunger still eating away at him? Suffused with tenderness?
I watch for the physical signs, as his body can never lie to me, which was why I always called him on his bullshit when he tried to tell me that he felt nothing, at first, when he tried to push me away. I knew he was lying. I knew he wanted me the same way I wanted him.
His shoulders heave and his chest muscles expand and contract with his even breaths.
“At least, not the kind of pain that you won’t like. Sometimes pleasure and pain combine.”
His words ignite a new heat in me.
“I’m gonna take you hard. You’re gonna watch me do it. You’re gonna watch this dick split you in half, bring you the greatest pleasure you’ve ever known. You’re gonna watch your man fuck you and then- then when you come all over my cock, gonna take you to the bedroom and fuck you there too.”
I stare up at him brazenly, fascinated. I realize, with a start, that my breathing has changed. It’s coming in hard little pants as I picture him doing everything he promised. The initial burn has gone, replaced with a steady throb that makes me slippery and wet when I rub my thighs together to try and find a semblance of relief.
“Turn around. Hands on the glass. I want you to spread those pretty legs wide, spread yourself so that you’re wide open for me. I want to see how ready you are.”
Oh my god.His dirty commands steal the breath right out of my lungs. Even in my wildest moments, I never imagined it would be like this between us. That I wouldenjoyhis commands.
I turn slowly, my palms spreading across the glass warm from the mist of the shower. My fingers make wet indents on the glass. I plant my feet a good distance apart, as far as I can possibly edge them without tender pain ripping me from the inside.
I nearly jump at Edge’s hand when his fingers curl around my waist. His other hand trails over my ass, kneading the flesh there gently before he runs it down the seam, shocking me. He doesn’t stop though, and when I feel his calloused fingers rasp against my tender, heated sex.
His thumb glances over my entrance before it slides up, to rub against my clit. Shards of lightning burst through me, pleasure sluicing through every limb. It steals my breath when his hand slides to my thighs and he tugs gently, urging me to plant my feet wider. I edge them apart a little, but he keeps guiding me, until I can’t possibly go any further.
I feel a rumble go through his chest, and I know he’s said something. I figure it out a second later when his hand rests at my lower back and applies pressure. He wants me to bend. I slowly comply.
My mouth goes completely dry when I turn my head to the side and see him palm himself. He strokes his hand down the throbbing length of him. He’s so long and impossibly thick.
I’ll admit that over the few months, I was bold enough to steal glances at him when he didn’t know I was looking. Sidelong glances at his jeans after he’s kissed me, even if it was nothing more than a peck on the cheek, or even just after he was close to me. I saw that bulge a few times, his cock pressing against the denim, shielded away from me.
I knew he was big, but I had no idea.
It fascinates me, the shiny drops of liquid that spill from the slit in the beautifully shaped head. It’s swollen and painful looking. The veins that run down the thick shaft stand out in stark contrast. He’s so perfectly made. I want to take him, all of him, without fear and pain, to bring him pleasure because I love him and if I’m his and he is mine.
My eyes widen and my breath hitches when he shifts his hips, guiding his cock through my slick folds to my entrance. I want to tell him to go slow this time, that I’ll be sore, but he knows. He knows because he’s Edge,my Edgeand he would never hurt me, just as he promised.
I hold my breath as the thickly flared tip pushes inside of me. Even that stretches me to the point of burning again, and I bite down hard on my bottom lip to keep fromcrying out in pain. He goes slowly though, languidly, taking his time, and that burn changes as I feel his thick length disappear.
I shift my feet, spreading my legs wider, breathing hard as he splits me, filling me so completely full, until he’s buried inside of me to the root, so that when he shifts his hips and thrusts just a little, his balls slam up against my ass.
I don’t close my eyes, but black spots dance in front of my vision. White lights flash through my head like sirens going off, illuminating the night. It hurts, having him there, my body so unused to the invasion, but he waits, throbbing and pulsing inside of me, letting me get used to his glorious length, letting me savor the way my muscles clench and contract around him, holding him deep inside of me.
Just as I’m nearly used to the feeling of being sofull, he flexes his hips and drags his impressive length out of me, just as slowly. I shiver violently.
He nudges my shoulder and I turn around.
“Look how fucking wet you are for me,” he says.
His dick is shiny with my juices, thick and glistening and when he pushes it back into me, I groan at the raw tendrils of pleasure. It still hurts. It still feels like I’m being stretched wider than I can take, but it’s a good pain, because this time, Iwanthim to do it.
Edge moves harder, flexing his hips faster, grinding into me as I bear down on him. I wriggle my hips, opening myself up, panting through the tight heat pooling in my thighs and gathering like a storm in my belly.
His cock moves faster with every flex of those powerful hips. He drags it out of me and slams back home, andI love it. I love the pain and the pleasure, mingling up, confusing the hell out of me.
I let out a cry when Edge’s fingers dig into my waist, bruising me, and he changes the tempo, slamming into me hard, so hard that I feel his legs, his balls, his flesh slapping against mine. It burns, but that burn changes, morphing into something deep and unfathomable, sucking all the oxygen out of the room because the fire inside of me needed it to feed, to grow, to consume absolutely every single part of me. The flames lick at my skin, roar over me, burn me up. I grind back against him, taking his hot, punishing strokes with an equal measure of lust and hunger. My hands scrabble against the glass as he fucks my swollen pussy.
