Page 12 of Love on the Edge
"You're gonna feel me for days," he mutters, voice thick, breath ragged.
I can’t wait.
Ethan’s pace stays steady, his grip firm as he moves inside me. My body is still trembling, oversensitive from release, but the heat doesn’t fade. It lingers, spreading slow and thick, something unfamiliar and all-consuming.
The pressure builds, sharp and unbearable, my breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. My nails dig into his back, my thighstrembling around his waist, the sensation pushing me toward something I don’t understand.
Ethan must feel it—the way I clench around him, the way I arch into his touch, the way my body begs for something I’ve never had before.
"That’s it," he rasps, voice rough, his mouth skimming my jaw. "Let it happen."
I don’t know how.
The tension keeps winding tighter, hotter, so sharp it almost aches—
And then it snaps.
A cry breaks from my lips as pleasure crashes through me, shattering everything in its path. Heat surges through my veins, so intense it leaves me shaking beneath him. My body clenches hard around his, waves of sensation rolling through me, endless, unstoppable.
Ethan groans, deep and guttural, his grip tightening as he thrusts into me harder, faster, his restraint slipping away. His breath stutters, rough and uneven, his muscles going rigid.
I feel it—the second he loses control.
A curse spills from his lips as his rhythm stutters, his forehead pressing against mine, his entire body tensing before he buries himself deep, groaning as he lets go.
The truck bed is hard beneath us, but neither of us notice.
There’s only the aftershocks pulsing through me, the way my body still trembles against his, the way my heart won’t slow down.
I don’t know what happens next.
I just know I don’t want to move.
I wake up sore.The ache is dull, nothing unexpected, but it lingers. A reminder.
I shift beneath the sheets, and the memories slip in before I can stop them.
"We should go," Ethan says, voice even, unreadable. Not distant. Just matter-of-fact.
I stare up at the sky for a second longer, my body still warm, my skin still tingling, every muscle loose in a way I’ve never felt before. The stars look the same, but something in me feels different. Not changed—just… lighter.
"Yeah." I push myself up, smoothing my dress back down my thighs. Ethan shifts beside me, zipping his jeans, running a hand through his hair. He’s half-dressed, still a little breathless, but not in a hurry.
No awkwardness. No hesitation.
This is just one night. And that’s exactly how I want it.
Ethan stands first, reaching for the tailgate before pausing, looking at me like he’s checking for something. Trying to see if I regret what we did
"You good?"
I pull my jacket around me, nodding. "Yeah. You?"
"Yeah." A small smirk, barely there, before he hops down from the truck bed and reaches for his keys. Like this is nothing new to him. Like this is exactly what it was supposed to be.
I follow him into the cab, settling into the passenger seat as he starts the engine. The truck rumbles to life, the headlights cutting through the dark, the quiet settling in around us.
We don’t talk as he drives. Not because it’s weird. Not because there’s something to say.
