Chapter 101: On the Edge (18+)

Their mouths met again, not with urgency this time, but with aching devotion. A kiss that lingered, that spoke of sleepless nights and unspoken fears and a love that refused to fade no matter how much it was tested.

She felt it in every press of his lips, that he needed her more than she had ever realized. She was his anchor, his sanity, the quiet that steadied the noise in his head.

His fingertips traced along her waist, down her thigh, leaving warmth in their wake. His lips followed the path of his hands, across her neck, her collarbone, the curve of her shoulder, devouring her slowly like he was making up for every second she hadn’t been in his arms.

When he moved lower, she sucked in a breath, shaky and uneven. The anticipation alone made her body tremble. His fingers gently parted her thighs, his touch careful, almost reverent. He paused, not for permission, but to memorize the sight of her, flushed and breathless beneath him.

Then he lowered himself between her legs.

The first brush of his breath against her sensitive skin made her entire body jolt. A gasp escaped before she could stop it, one hand flying to his shoulder, the other gripping the sheets. Her thighs tensed instinctively, but his hands soothed them apart again, his thumbs stroking gentle circles on her skin.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her lips parting as a whimper slipped out unbidden. He looked up at her once more, eyes heavy, voice low and certain.

“I won’t be gentle.”

His voice was a low growl, thick with restraint he’d already decided not to keep. His gaze stayed locked on the slick heat between her thighs, eyes dark and starved like he’d been imagining this every night he spent without her.

Rainee’s breath hitched as his thumb slid through her wetness, circling her clit in slow, deliberate strokes that made her toes curl. The first whimper that escaped her lips was soft and breathy, but it was enough to make his mouth twitch into a smug, wicked smirk.

“So sensitive,” he murmured, dragging his thumb over her again just to hear the way she gasped his name.

Before she could catch her breath, he lowered his head and parted her with his tongue, rough and hungry. His mouth closed around her, lips sealing over her clit before sucking hard, deep, like he meant to consume every sound she made.

Rainee’s back arched sharply off the bed, fingers flying to his hair, tugging without realizing it. Her thighs trembled around his shoulders but he only tightened his grip, holding her open, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.

A broken moan fell from her lips, louder this time, completely unrestrained. The pleasure was sharp and overwhelming, nothing like the lazy kisses he used to tease her with before. There was no hesitation now, no careful testing of her reactions. He already knew what she liked, and he wasn’t wasting a second giving it to her.

Every flick of his tongue was deliberate. Every suck was deeper, hungrier, matched with slow, grounding strokes of his hands along her hips and thighs to stop her from writhing away from the intensity.

“Alex---” she gasped, not sure if she was begging him to slow down or keep going.

He didn’t stop long enough to answer. Instead, he growled against her, the vibration sending sparks through her core. His fingers slid lower, spreading her softly before his tongue pushed deeper, tasting her like a man starved. The combination of his mouth and the way his thumb rolled lazy circles over her clit made her vision blur.

Her moans weren’t soft anymore, they were raw and honest, echoing off the walls. Every sound she made seemed to drive him harder, his pace quickening in response, his tongue stroking deeper, rougher, more demanding.

She tried to close her legs around him, overwhelmed by the rush of sensation, but his hands pinned her thighs apart with ease. He didn’t let up, not for a second.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured between licks, his voice dark with satisfaction.

Rainee could barely form a reply. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, nails digging into his hair and shoulders as her body tightened in anticipation.

He glanced up at her briefly, eyes glazed with desire, lips wet from her. The sight alone nearly sent her over the edge.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispered against her skin before sucking her even harder, tongue flattening as he dragged it slowly through her folds.

Her cry this time was sharp and breathless, her hips lifting to meet his mouth on instinct. Every nerve in her body lit up, every thought drowned beneath the rhythm he set with his tongue and hands.

He devoured her like she was the only thing he’d ever craved, and she let him, lost in the overwhelming heat of it, the way he made her feel like his whole world began and ended between her thighs.

Her thighs trembled around his shoulders, and just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, his mouth slowed. His tongue dragged lazily through her folds, teasing instead of devouring. The sudden change made her whimper in frustration, hips bucking up involuntarily.

“Alex--don’t stop,” she breathed, voice shaky and desperate.

He lifted his head slightly, lips glistening, his eyes locked onto hers like he owned every sound coming out of her mouth. His thumb pressed down gently on her swollen clit, rubbing slow circles that were maddeningly light.

“You’re already so fucking wet,” he rasped, his voice edged with hunger and control. “You want more?”

She nodded, breathless. “Yes---don’t tease me.”

He smirked. “I’ll do whatever I want.”

Before she could respond, two of his fingers slid inside her, slow at first, then deeper, curling upward until she cried out his name. His tongue replaced his thumb, flicking her clit in quick, deliberate strokes while his fingers pumped in and out, stretching her, filling her.

Rainee’s back arched as she clawed at the sheets, eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck, Alex-..yes---”

He moved faster, thrusting his fingers hard enough to make the wet sounds echo in the room. Every curl of his fingers hit a spot that made her toes curl and thighs shake uncontrollably.

But right when the heat coiled tight in her stomach, right when she was seconds from falling apart, he pulled his fingers out and lifted his mouth away with a wet sound that made her gasp in disbelief.

Her eyes flew open. “What-- why did you stop?”

He wiped his fingers slowly on her inner thigh, not taking his eyes off her. “Because I want you begging for it.”

Her breath caught, frustration and arousal crashing together. “Alex, please, don’t do that.”

He leaned in close, his breath hot against her core without touching. “Say what you want.”

She swallowed hard, pride forgotten. “I want your mouth, please. I need to cum.”

His lips curved into a dark grin. “That’s my girl.”

To be continued