Page 100 of Riding the Edge
Dirty.
Finding that middle ground.
A fucking lady on her knees, taking her man.
Dipping my head, I find her ear and blow softly against it before uttering the words that are hammering in my head.
“I love you, Lady,” I breathe. “I fucking love you. Never forget that. Never forget this,” I vow, pressing my mouth to her shoulder as I finally give into my body. Thrusting through my release, I hold steady to her quivering body and chant her name until she sucks every drop from me.
Spent and thoroughly fucked, we collapse onto the mattress trying to catch our breath. Conscious of my weight on her, I struggle to lift myself off her, but she finds my hand and clutches it tightly.
“Say it again,” she pants.
Knowing what she wants to hear, I plant my hands firmly against the bed and lift my hips, pulling out of her.
“Turn around,” I reply, lifting my weight from her.
Lazily, she rolls onto her back and I cage her in with my body. Bending my head, I stare into her glassy eyes.
“I love you,” I rasp.
“You were worth the wait,” she whispers.
You and me.
Against all odds.
Until the end.
