I was shameless in my need, letting my hips rock over him, drag up and down his hard cock, trying to get some relief from the oppressive weight on my lower stomach.
Sensing the need, his hand moved between us, making short work of my zip and button, then sliding confidently in, sneaking inside my panties, and raking over my clit with expert precision, making me buck against him, my lips ripping from his so I could look at him.
"Fucking drenched," he rumbled, the words rolling into each other. He growled everything normally, but something about it with the heaviness of desire had my pussy tightening hard.
I didn't beg.
I had never heard words like this come out of my mouth. But I was too far gone to care about overthinking it. "Edison, please," I whimpered, rubbing against him as he rolled my clit with barely-there pressure that was becoming almost painful with its teasing.
Edison was not the kind of man to not deliver.
His finger slid downward, pressing at the entrance for a second, before sliding inside me, thrusting lazily for a delicious second before curling inside me to rake over my G-spot.
It was fast, way faster than I knew was possible.
And while I tried to convince myself that it was because it had been so long, I had a feeling that it had less to do with that and more to do with the chemistry that was between us.
Whatever it was, though, had me crying out his name as an orgasm ripped suddenly, unexpectedly through my system.
There was another of his rumbling noises as he ran his lips up the column of my neck.
His finger pulled out of me, both hands moving to grab my hips, sinking in hard, allowing him to lift me so he could shift, then throw me back against the couch. His hand shifted, grabbing the waistbands of my pants and panties, and dragging them down my legs, angling them straight up in the air so he could free my ankles.
His eyes slid over me, his lids getting even heavier.
His hand moved out, stroking over the soft skin on the insides of my thighs, but then moving out to the side of my hip, fingers tracing over the delicate, feminine pink and green floral teacup I had tattooed there.
Letha had the matching teapot on her ankle.
"Don't ask," I half-pleaded as his eyes stayed on the spot. I swear you could silently hear the unspoken It would ruin this.
"What? he asked, eyes finding mine, lips twitching. "No brass knuckles or six shooters?" he wondered, making my own lips curve as his fingers slid away from a hot-button topic, sliding instead back down the top of my thigh, snagging my knee, and pressing it open wide, exposing myself to him.
There was hardly a pause before he was dropping down, reaching for my hips to drag me toward his waiting mouth, his tongue sliding confidently up my slit to circle my clit.
My thighs rose up, feeling his beard scratch across my inner thighs deliciously, making me decide right then and there that the only oral sex was bearded oral sex.
His lips sucked in my clit, making my hand slap down on his head, holding him to me, begging for more. My fingers found the band to his hair, working it free, spreading the silky raven strands downward, feeling them brush my thighs as well, sending another thrill through my system.
I was so caught up in the sucking, in the feel of his hair in my hands, the brush of his beard on my skin, that I didn't notice him moving his hand between us until I felt two fingers thrust deeply inside me.
I forgot all about his hair then, except maybe the fact that my fingers were threaded through it to hold him to me as he sucked and finger-fucked me harder, faster, driving me toward an edge I didn't think he was going to let me fall over, was going to make me suffer until I could come around his cock.
But as my walls tightened, as my whole body went tense to prepare, he just kept up his perfect unrelenting pace, not just pushing me to the edge, but shoving me over.
And I crashed into the orgasm, half-folding upward, crying out a sound that was as surprised as I felt, my inner thighs shaking at the intensity.
He pulled against my hold after, kissing up my thigh, then stomach, neck, as I slowly seemed to settle back inside my own body which felt unusually languid.
As someone who never really relaxed, it was a new sensation for me. I swear I was tense in my sleep, waking up achy as an old woman every morning.
I found it equally refreshing, and somewhat unsettling at the same time.
But then his body weight pressed down into me, his cock that was still contained by the thick jean material rubbing against my clit, making a seemingly impossible new surge of need grip me.