Page 15 of Edging Desire

“Okay.” She takes another sip of wine, and I see that her glass is already more than half empty. My usually confident Winny seems to be a little nervous. She’s yet to relax fully against my side.

“Okay? If you’re having second thoughts about me being here, we don’t have to do this. We can just talk for a bit, and I can leave.”

“No!” she shouts. Then softer, “It’s just that I never thought you and I would be here together like this. And I can’t get my mind off of, well, you know.”

“You can’t get your mind off of how I’m going to completely ravish you until you can’t think or walk straight?”

She giggles nervously. “Ravish? Are we in the middle of a regency-era romance novel? I kind of like the idea of being ravished, though.”

My hand grasps Winny’s wine glass, and I place both of our glasses on the coffee table beside us. I reach out and run my finger from her ear to her chin, and she shivers in response. “That’s good because I intend to ravish you all night long.”

“I’m on birth control,” she says unexpectedly. “So, we don’t have to worry about that.”

“And I’ve been cleared by my doctor recently,” I respond to her unasked question.

She nods, seemingly satisfied with my answer.

Wanting to be closer to her, I pull her crossways onto my lap. Her head settles comfortably on the armrest and pillow beside me while her ass is right where it needs to be, in my lap. My cock takes notice of the delicious weight, leaving my jeans feeling uncomfortably tight.

Down, boy. You don’t get to play yet.

I’ve wanted to run my hands through her long hair since I first saw her at the rink, and now is my chance. My fingers tug at the band holding her hair in the braid, and they begin the satisfying job of letting loose the silky strands. Once free, I cup a hand beneath her head and lean down.

She thinks I’m going to kiss her, so she closes her eyes. I have other ideas. Bypassing her lips, I take her earlobe into my mouth, sucking gently. My free hand slips under her impossibly soft sweater. I run my hand up her belly, caressing her as I go. My thumb brushes over her taut nipple, and she sucks in air quickly at my gentle exploration. My head lifts at the sound.

The fire casts a sensual glow on her face. As the flames glow warmer and brighter, the flames inside me grow hotter. We’re both fully clothed, and I’ve barely touched her, yet the intensity of the moment is building already.

I’m already dying to bury my cock deep inside her.

She reaches up and tries to unbutton my shirt with her shaky fingers, but I stop her.

“No, sweetheart. This time is for you.”

She takes her lower lip between her teeth and shakes her head. “No, I want to touch you. I need my hands on you. Now. Please.”

She tries to unbutton my shirt again, and I stop her by gripping my hands tightly on hers. “You’ll want to save your ‘please’ for later. Save it for when I’m buried deep in you, and you’re begging me to let you come.”

Without giving her the chance to argue, I place her hands up above her head and grasp the bottom of her sweater. Her smoldering eyes darken as her sweater comes off. The clasp of her bra is easily taken care of, and my mouth and hands are on her breast. Sucking and licking, slowly at first.

God, she tastes so good. And when she moans, my blood boils in response.

The blanket has dropped to the floor. My hands reach for the waistband of her jeans. Those jeans are sexy as hell and had me panting after her all night, but they need to come off. She lifts her ass just enough to help me out. Trying not to rush, I peel the jeans down her smooth legs. Only her black, silky panties remain. I don’t trust myself enough to touch those just yet. Just looking down at her perfect curves has me so hard that I don’t know how I’m going to last with her.

Must pace myself.

“You’re so damn beautiful.”

“I need to see you. I’ve waited long enough,” she says.

She reaches up to my shirt again. This time, I allow it. She says nothing as her fingers make quick work of the buttons. She explores my chest with her hands, and before I know what she’s doing, she’s on her knees, straddling me. Her lips are on my chest; her hands are running through my hair.

I hear her panting. No, fuck, that’s me. She’s sucking on my neck now and then moves back to my chest. Her hands and lips are everywhere. She reaches for the button on my jeans.

I take the back of her neck and force her lips to mine. I’m devouring her with my mouth. My tongue moves with hers in an erotic dance.

Her position leaves her thighs open to my searching hand. She still has her panties on, but that’s no barrier. My fingers flick aside the thin material as my index finger plunges inside her wet entrance, and my thumb circles her clit. My God, she’s so fucking hot.

She’s panting and moaning into my mouth, and I know I could easily make her come right here. And so I take her to the edge, the very edge. And then I pull my finger out. She grinds her pussy against my hand in frustration.