The Edge of Forever

Poppy speared her hands into his hair and tugged on the strands. She pulled him closer to her pussy, needing him to deliver on his promise and devour her. This was the most she had felt in a very long time, and she grew drunk on it.

Blake was relentless with his mouth. He sucked on her clit harder this time and added another finger. The fullness was a shock, but all too soon the coils of her orgasm wound tight and burst free, bathing her in the afterglow of pleasure that stole her eyesight and sucked the air from her lungs.

She might have tightened her hands in his hair and curled her fingers into his scalp, but she couldn’t be sure, because she floated away. The ground left, and the air stopped until she swirled in a mist of conscious awareness that tingled through her and left her senseless.

When she finally returned to the land of the living, Blake’s harsh, guttural groans filled her ears. He gave one last suck to her now oversensitive clit and moved back up her body. In the opalescent moonlight, the glossiness of her juices on his mouth had her pussy clenching with the need to feel him inside her.

Without thinking, Poppy grabbed Blake behind the back of the neck and brought his mouth to hers. She swiped her tongue along his lips, loving the harsh sound that came from his throat. The musky, sweet flavor of herself on his lips was a pleasant shock to her taste buds. For several moments, Blake gave in and allowed her to explore his mouth, but then he pushed up and moved away.

He didn’t make her wait long to know what he reached for. The sound of foil tearing fell across the silent room, mixing with their harsh breathing and bringing a sense of eroticism to the night. He moved back on top of her a second later, his hot, hard length slipping through her folds once again.

Blake braced himself on one arm and looked down at her. He lifted his other hand and ran his thumb along the swell of her bottom lip.

“No more waiting, Blake. Please.” She whispered the last word and arched her hips, causing his dick to slide a little harder against her pussy. A shock went through her at the way his lids dropped to half-mast, and a steamy look moved across his face. “I’ve been waiting for years.” And at that moment, she realized she had.

“Poppy…” He reached between their bodies and gripped himself. He placed the crown of his erection at the entrance of her pussy and slipped inside. The broad head stretched her unused muscles. With every inch he sank into her, Poppy felt filled, claimed. When he was completely sheathed inside her, they both groaned.

“So good, love.”

Yes, it is.

Blake placed his upper body fully on her chest and framed her face with his hands. The play of muscles that rippled along his shoulders and biceps spoke of his strength, and a gush of moisture slipped from her, further aiding in his penetration. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in. Over and over, he did this, slow and easy thrusts that had her lifting her hips in hopes he’d go faster.

Beads of sweat dotted his brow and slid down his temple. The force it took for him to control himself was astounding, but she didn’t want gentle. She wanted his sweat to drip on her as he pounded into her body. She wanted to just… feel.

“I know you’re holding back, and I don’t want that, Blake.” Something shifted behind his eyes after she spoke, and his movements picked up. His cock slid in and out of her, growing faster and faster as his hips slapped against hers and the sound of wet flesh filled the room. Poppy gripped onto his biceps, the muscles rock-solid beneath her touch.

“God, Poppy,” he said harshly. He pushed himself up, forcing her hands to fall from his body. He gripped her inner thighs, pushed her legs impossibly wider, and stared down at where his cock sank into her pussy. He locked eyes with her and said hoarsely, “Look, Poppy.” The pleasure was insurmountable, but when she braced herself on her elbows and stared down at where their bodies met, the ecstasy rose.

His cock pulled out, glossy from her cream, then sank back into her. He did this countless times, the moonlight glistening off the wetness she created just for him. He placed his thumb on her clit and moved the bundle of nerves back and forth, back and forth, and she exploded without any preamble.

Lights flashed before her eyes as her orgasm claimed her, body and soul. Blake didn’t relent as he pistoned in and out of her, drawing her climax to the peak then keeping it there until she couldn’t breathe. When the world came back into focus, the image before her had her arousal racing to the forefront again.