Page 103 of Shark’s Edge

“No. Just you, Sebastian.”

“That’s right. Just me. This is my pussy. Mine. Say it, baby. Tell me!” I fucked her so hard she gasped for air and the bed started banging into the wall.

“Fuck, I’m going to come. God, Bas. Please, God, fuck, yes.”

“Say it!” I bellowed, pounding her like a crazed man.

“It’s yours. It’s just yours! Fuck! Yes! Gooooooddd!”

“Oooohhhh, Abbigail.” I went completely still, but my cock pulsed and jerked deep inside her, doing its very best to blow through the end of the condom with hot jets of semen. Over and over, I felt the pulses fill the rubber.

I pressed my forehead between her shoulder blades, and we lurched forward onto the bed, me on top of her, two very overheated bodies thrumming together as one.

“Fuck, baby. What are you doing to me?” I whispered, trying to regain a regular breathing pattern.

“Me? Doing to you?” She laughed lightly, seeming completely boneless beneath me. I knew I needed to roll off her, but I wasn’t ready for it to end. The moment I pulled out of her, it would all come to a screeching halt, and the self-recrimination and loathing would begin. Just another moment or two wouldn’t hurt.

“Don’t do it, Bas,” she said quietly, trying to move below me.

I rolled to the side and then off the bed to deal with the condom. I went to the bathroom and returned quickly, pulling her into my arms on the rumpled, sex-mussed sheets. I didn’t bother reigniting the spark of the conversation she attempted to start before I got up, however. I wasn’t about to douse the flames of the experience we’d just shared with psychobabble so soon.

With her back against my front, I nuzzled my face into her hair, loving the smell and feel of her on my face. I wasn’t usually a post-fuck cuddler. Another Abbigail-only habit, apparently.

“How are you feeling? Are you hurting?” The least I could do was check in with her physically. “I tried to keep some sort of control. I swear I did. I apologize if I hurt you. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be strong enough. I know this probably isn’t the ideal time for an ‘I told you so.’”

“Please don’t ruin this. Seriously. If that’s the path you’re going to wander down, just stay quiet. I’m fine. Physically, I’m fine. Yes, I’ll be sore tomorrow. Twenty minutes ago, that seemed to be some sort of fuel on an open flame to you. Forgive me if I’m having trouble believing the doting lover routine now.”

I pinched the nipple I’d been petting.

“Hey! What was that for?” she whined, and I hid my grin in her silky hair.

“Watch the sassy mouth, Abbi. I am concerned about your well-being. Don’t question it again.” I wet my fingertips and rubbed her where I’d just pinched, letting the cool air pucker the sensitive tip to a sharp point. “I’m trying not to mentally drag myself through the fire here for the way I just fucked you like an animal.”

Abbigail turned in my arms so we lay nose-to-nose. Her soft lips were just a whisper from mine, and I couldn’t resist the chance to feel them beneath mine again. We kissed a few times softly before she pulled back.

“Sebastian Shark, listen to me right now. I wouldn’t change one single minute of what we just shared. Okay?” She waited until she was entirely sure she had my full attention, and I wasn’t going to object. “Not. One. Minute. Please don’t trivialize it again by apologizing or feeling bad about it. That’s all I’m going to ask of you regarding this.” She ran her fingers through my thick hair, scraping her fingernails on my scalp while she did. “I know it wasn’t something you wanted to be a part of in the first place. You didn’t want me holding some romantic notion about you or you and me afterward. I get that. But I’m asking you to not cheapen what just happened by saying any more of those things. Deal?”

I gave her my acquiescence in the form of a very urgent, seductive kiss. When she parted her lips for me, I thrust my tongue in and out deeply, reminding her of the way I had just mastered her body with my cock. We moved apart, and her eyes were glassy and full, no longer questioning how I felt about the evening’s activities.

“Can we have sex again?” she asked, her green eyes all but glowing in the dimly lit room.

“I think that can be arranged. But let’s shower first. Then I’m going to eat your pussy until you can’t remember your own name.”

“Oh,” she croaked.

I chuckled and pulled her up from the bed. My dick already stood at full attention.

But then the sound of my cell phone interrupted all thoughts of naughty-shower-time fun.

“We need to learn to put our phones on silent when we’re together,” she grumbled, walking into the bathroom and turning on the water for our shower.

At the same time, I stomped to where my pants lay in a heap on the floor and fished out the offensive device, stabbing the green key to answer.

“Shark.”

“Hey, man.”

“Twombley, this better be important. And why aren’t you calling from your phone?”