Water’s Edge (A Series of Sharp Edges #1)

Epilogue

MATTIE

I run my hands down Ripp’s bare thighs, admiring the strange markings etched into his flesh. I hadn’t noticed the silvery scars before, but they’re beautiful, like a story laid out on his skin. Each one forms a different shape or symbol. If my mouth wasn’t full of his cock, I’d ask him to tell me more about them.

Ripp runs the flat of his tongue through the wetness of my center, circling my entrance. My pussy grips for him needily, and I moan around his length, losing track of all other thoughts. The vibrations from my sounds trigger his own breathy moan, and I roll my hips forward, begging for more.

His shadows dance over the sensitive skin of my back, sending tingles of pleasure zipping through me. I respond by using my shadows to pull his mouth further onto me before tugging playfully at his hair. He nips at the swollen bud of my clit, causing me to jerk down. His tip hits the back of my throat, and I swallow the drops of his pre-cum down before I slide my tongue around his base.

“That’s a good girl,” he purrs, rewarding me by thrusting his tongue inside me. He plunges it in and out, lapping at my walls aching for him to fill me.

I lift from him, letting out a cry of ecstasy as both tongue and shadows stretch me to the edge of my control. “Please,” I gasp between throaty moans. “Please.”

“So. Fucking. Needy,” he growls between thrusts, swirling my arousal on his tongue before each entry. When I feel like I’m about to break, his shadows curl around my middle, effortlessly flipping me in the air to face him. Our eyes lock, and heat spreads through me like wildfire, reducing my insides to primal, molten desire.

His hands firmly cup my ass and keep me hovering above him as his tip grazes my entrance dangerously. I break free from his hold, our strengths now equally matched, and slam myself onto him. A scream tears from my throat as I take him down to the hilt, rolling my hips in unending waves, chasing delicious release. The leaves underneath him rustle and crunch as he ruts his hips in time with mine.

I lean my head back, letting my instincts take hold as pleasure rises in my body. The clouds, just barely visible through the treetops, spiral ominously. Lightning crackles behind their outlines, lighting up the sky. Drops of rain fall, splashing onto our frenzied bodies. The precipice of my release draws closer, like a spring coiling tighter, ready to break free.

Ripp tumbles over the edge first. His body writhes underneath me as my pussy pulls at him, milking every drop from his cock. His arousal coats my walls, mixing with my own as I tremble above him before I let myself fall into the waiting expanse of euphoria.

When my mind connects with my body again, I fall next to him. Nuzzling and nipping at his neck, I let out a sigh, but for once, it’s a sigh of contentment.

“I could get used to this eternity thing,” I laugh, pressing myself against him until our bodies meld into one.

“We have until the end of time, little bug,” Ripp whispers softly into my neck. “And then, time will simply circle in on itself again.”