On a harsh exhale, I let my guard down only for a second, and Edwin didn't waste the opportunity. He kissed me, his hot lips on mine. He kissed me again, his icy cool breath in my mouth.
Stunned, I accepted the string of tantalising nibbles and devouring mouthfuls. Just last night I was worrying to myself that I may never find myself in this place ever again, and here I am the very next day wrapped in his amazing arms; his thorough hands exploring me with unguarded enthusiasm.
My mind was done fighting, my body begged me to stop fighting and I couldn't fight Edwin off anymore, even if I wanted to. Did I want to? Hell no.
I pushed Edwin off of me and he froze in confusion, until I started to slowly, seductively, unzip the back of my long, fitted skirt. After it slipped to the floor, I kicked it aside. I was standing there in the hallway, with my breasts bursting from my lacy push up bra and my g-string barely covering anything, and yet Edwin's gaze was still locked on my face. He was speechless.
I knew this would be my last opportunity to touch him and so did my body. Together we intended to take full advantage of him.
A devious giggle tickled my throat, as I stepped toward him. His eyes grew wide with excitement as I yanked his pressed shirt from his pants and tore open the rest of his carefully buttoned shirt. The buttons sprinkled onto the floor like candy, as I stared up at him through dark lashes.
My hands smoothed over the rise and fall of his chest. They were cold compared to the heat radiating from his firm skin.
Edwin’s lips turned up into a smile, finally revealing his arousal and forgetting about his surprise. I grinned back, provocatively, all anxiety piled back with my skirt on the floor. My hands scoured his bulky physique and my tongue found his hard nipple.
His eyes closed and his pants tented, as my aggression made him thicker and harder. Edwin licked his lips and gripped onto my behind with his large hands, letting out an excited moan as I nibbled at him.
My fingers skimmed over his rock hard abs, and then deftly unclipped his leather belt. Dropping to my knees, my lips trailed down his body to where my fingers left off. Being slow and sensual, I trimmed the band of his fitted briefs with kisses and then pulled his belt off with a snap.
"Hey, I didn't say you could rip all of my clothes off," he said, his wicked grin being his demise.
Channeling all control, "Oh, are you making the rules now?" I stopped, acting like I could actually control my sexual rage. "Suit yourself." Yanking on his pants, I lifted myself to my feet and spun away from him. With one dainty step, my body trembled with an all-consuming ache for Edwin.
"No more playing, Abs. I need you."
I froze in place trying to shake the delicious chill chasing up my body. His serious response made my anxiety return full force though none of the excitement dwindled.
Stealing a few more steps away from him, I was met with the top of the stairs. I glanced down to our front foyer, reason returning to me, as I frantically reconsidered my options: fight or flight.
"Oh, no you don't," Edwin said, reading my mind. Then, out of nowhere, he was just there; pulling me back and lifting me in the air like a doll. "You're mine," he ordered, looking up at me through deep, dark eyes.
Breathless, I wrapped my dangling legs around his waist, as he pressed me against the wall. He slowly drew my lips into his mouth, but when he grinded against me, we both became instantly frantic and obsessive.
We moaned in unison, desperate to fulfill our own fanatical desires. Edwin pulled me off the wall and turned for my room, his fly open and ready, his business attire flagging loosely from his hips.
"No! Take me now.”
Edwin obeyed. He dropped his pants to the floor, laid me where he stood and boldly took me right in the hall. Arousal, pleasure, love and passion were among the many feelings blasting around me like a violent whirlpool as I quickly found my climax.
"Oh, Edwin. Oh God!" I wailed, as he thrust deep and exploded inside me, rocking me in a glorious second wave of pleasure.
He crashed on top of me, breathless and amused, his heavy chest driving the air from my lungs. Noticing my silent discomfort he lifted himself with a push up and kissed me gratefully on my lips. My head still swirled with ignorance and harmony.
"Now that's what I'm talking about," he growled, sensually. “We couldn't have done that if we had kids."
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