The Edge of Forever

“Yes, Blake. Please,” she whispered into his hair. He was so big, so muscular, and so very male that Poppy felt wholly feminine beneath him. She begged him for his words, for his touch, for his emotions. She wanted that from him, wanted him to break down his wall like she had.

He pushed up from her, one forearm braced on either side of her head, and looked down at her. The dark slashes of his eyebrows were knitted above his eyes, the look of deep concentration etched on his face. She certainly didn’t want to push him, just like he didn’t want to push her. “I’m sorry. We don’t have to do this.” Maybe this was a sign that what was happening between them wasn’t the best idea. Poppy went to roll out from under him, but Blake pressed his upper body flat on hers, keeping her motionless. “Blake?”

“I just…” He looked away, and the muscles in his jaw jumped beneath his flesh. “I’m afraid once we cross this bridge you’ll look back and regret it, regret your time with me.” He looked back at her, his heart on his sleeve. She cupped his strong jaw, knowing his fears were valid, because she had the same ones.

Poppy pushed herself up on her elbows and kissed the underside of his jaw. She nipped at the skin that was covered in his stubble. It was an intoxicating sensation, one that she wanted to feel all over her body. “Let’s take it one day at a time.”

When she lay back down, she took his hand and placed it between her breasts. He braced himself on his other arm and stared down at where his hand took up the majority of her chest.

“Can you feel that, Blake? Can you feel my heart beating?”

“Yeah, baby,” he whispered.

“You made it start beating again. I didn’t realize it until now, but every conversation we had, you made it come to life a little more each day.” Telling him all this was scary as hell, but she needed to say it if she had any hope of moving forward.

Blake dragged his hand down the middle of her body, so slowly she thought she’d scream in frustration. He stopped right above her mound, stilling for just a second before he dipped his fingers into her folds. At that first touch, fire raced through her, and she spread her legs wider.

His thumb found her clit and rubbed it back and forth until awareness traveled through her, starting between her legs and working its way up her body. Her nipples tightened and drew up tight as blood rushed to them. Blake worked his middle finger into her, the creamy wetness of her arousal having the digit slip easily into her pussy.

“Yeah.” He latched his lips onto her neck, licked and sucked at her skin until it felt abraded in a good way. “You’re so responsive.” He ran his tongue up her throat. “So wet and tight.” Her inner muscles clenched around his probing finger at his words. A groan came from him in response to her body’s reaction to his words. In and out, he pumped into her, slow and steady and so damn good.

With her eyes closed, Poppy let herself just feel every little thing Blake did to her. Her senses were attuned to the little touches of his fingers on her breasts, to the scrape of his teeth on her collarbone, and to the thrusting motion of his hand between her thighs. He moved his head lower, trailing wet kisses along the top of her breasts before finally latching his mouth on an aching, hard nipple.

God, so good. The wet sounds of his lips around her turgid flesh and his finger pumping in and out of her filled the room. All too soon, he let go of her nipple and continued his downward path until his warm, humid breath brushed over her pussy. Adrenalin and endorphins rushed through her bloodstream, making her feel drugged with pleasure.

“Look at me, love. Watch what I’m doing to you.” She panted in and out, not getting enough air into her lungs. The sight of Blake between her splayed thighs, his hair like a raven’s wing, his eyes like a dark angel, did funny, wicked things to her. He kept his eyes on her as he removed his finger from her body and spread her lips wide. Her clit stood out obscenely from its hooded home, but even that couldn’t tear Blake’s eyes away from her.

His tongue peeked out, and when the muscle met her swollen, saturated flesh, Poppy couldn’t hold her head up any longer. Ecstasy consumed her from just that small touch, but then something snapped inside Blake. He went wild on her, fucking her pussy with his mouth like he couldn’t get enough and sending her higher and higher into the hazy abyss that had been just out of reach for so long.