Page 186 of Sky’s Edge

I glided down, slowly, taking him.

I rode him briefly, held in his arms, his mouth on my neck, mine on his, before he twisted us so I was on my back, and he was moving languidly inside me.

He didn’t kiss me.

His mouth was at my ear, mine at his, and I heard his exertion, his excitement, his life breath wisping against my skin, and all of these felt like gifts.

Precious treasure.

It was unhurried. It took a long time. But naturally, it built and then built higher.

And higher.

“Tanny,” I breathed when I was on the precipice.

He took my mouth then, and I moaned my orgasm down his throat, at the same exact time he groaned his down mine.

He did not glide afterward, like he usually did.

He stayed seated to the hilt.

He also didn’t take his weight from me (well, he did take some of it, but not as much as he normally did).

We were pressed tight, joined.

We were one.

It took some time, but finally, he gently slid out, and I knew by the press on my hip he gave me that he wanted me to stay where I was.

As such, this time it was Tanyn who went to get a cloth to clean between my legs. He also took it back.

And when he returned to me, he enveloped me in his arms and that was different too.

Better.

No.

Best.

But he still didn’t say anything.

I didn’t either.

My feeling was, he was in the moment.

But me?

I was scared.

And happy.

Lost.

And found.

Desolate.

And hopeful.