Reaching the Edge (2 page)

The low piano notes segued to a romantic
symphony, and it built around us as we inched toward the bed, bare
skin against bare skin, sparks crackling between us. Sergei laid me
down on the pillows and lowered himself over me, caressing my
cheek.

I traced my fingertips along the veins of his
forearm, working my way up to his wrist. Taking his hand, I kissed
his palm. “I love you so much.”

Sergei’s lips brushed over mine. “I love you
too… my beautiful wife.”

He nuzzled my neck, starting a line of
tantalizing kisses down to my stomach. Every searing touch of his
mouth brought a flush of tingles all over me. As he travelled
lower, the tip of his tongue swirling over my skin, the pressure
mounting within me became almost painful. I clenched the sheets
with my fists and swallowed a whimper.

Sergei kissed the inside of my thigh and then
stripped away the last bit of clothing between us, leaving no more
boundaries. My eyes drifted over him, widening as I admired every
inch of his chiseled physique.

The full length of him throbbed against me as
he locked his gaze on mine, and the hunger in his eyes told me how
much he’d longed for this moment. I arched my body toward his,
ready to give all of myself to him, ready to become his wife in
every way.

He eased inside me, slow and tender, and the
initial burn gave way to an intense heat. It spread through my
core, arousing me in a way I didn’t know possible. I looked up into
Sergei’s eyes, and their crystal blue seas reflected my pleasure.
He dipped his head toward mine, teasing my mouth with his.

“Emily,” he breathed.

Never had Sergei spoken my name with such raw
passion. His strong arms shook slightly, and I realized he was
holding back, gentling his movement. I thought again of our toast
and how Sergei always took care of me, always surrounded me with so
much love.

Needing to show him how much I loved him too,
I drew him closer and pressed my hips against his. Deep within he
filled me, infusing all my senses until he was the only thing that
existed, the only thing in my entire world.

Along to the rising symphony he set the pace,
his rhythmic strokes sending fiery shivers through me. With every
breath, I lost myself in a tidal wave of love and desire. Sergei’s
eyes never left mine, and the connection between us penetrated deep
into my soul. Both my body and my heart felt as if they might
explode.

We melted further into each other, climbing
to the edge and reaching it together. I wrapped myself tighter
around Sergei, digging my fingers into his hot skin. He thrust once
more, and I cried out in a loud gasp. Our bodies rocked with
vibration, surrendering to the highest wave and drowning under its
power. With a long, satisfied groan, Sergei released into me, and
we collapsed breathlessly around each other.

Neither of us moved as we remained entangled,
our hearts pounding together. The weight of Sergei’s body on mine,
the sensation of him inside me… I didn’t know anything could feel
so good. I held onto him, listening to his breathing slow along
with mine. He stayed over me, covering me with his warmth, and I
wondered how I’d ever lived without this.

Rolling onto his side, Sergei nestled me
against him, his lips pressed to my forehead and his hands buried
in my hair. I slid my arm around him and smoothed my palm along his
back, slick with perspiration. All the tension in his muscles was
gone.

“You’re incredible,” Sergei said
hoarsely.

I smiled. “You make me feel incredible.”

He gave me a soft kiss and held me in his
arms, stroking my spine. His hands were so strong, but when they
touched me they were so tender. Desire ignited again inside me, and
I moved on top of Sergei, straddling his hips. His mouth stretched
into a slow grin.

“All nervousness gone?” he asked, brushing my
hair back from my face.

I leaned over him and kissed his chest,
licking his salty sweat from my lips. Rising to face him, I said,
“This is for you being the most patient and loving man I could ever
ask for.”

I spread my fingers over his abs, and they
tightened under my touch. Everywhere my hands explored, my mouth
followed, tasting every delicious part of him. He shuddered with
heavy breaths and took my head in his hands, leading my mouth to
his. His lips burned with undeniable need.

Locked in our sizzling kiss, Sergei sat up
and I squeezed my legs around his waist. He gently lifted me and
then brought me down onto him, moaning into my neck as I surrounded
him. His fullness made me tremble, and he wrapped me tighter in the
heat of his embrace. I clutched his broad shoulders, and we moved
together in a new, powerful rhythm, living inside each moment as we
united again… and again… until we were both completely spent.

I curled up against Sergei and closed my
eyes, and the next time I opened them, a hint of daylight was
streaming through the curtains. Sergei looked so peaceful, his
chest rising and falling with quiet breaths. My stomach growled,
and I smiled to myself. I needed some nourishment after the workout
I’d had. It had definitely been the most enjoyable calorie-burning
I’d ever done.

I crept from the bed and picked up Sergei’s
shirt from the carpet. Slipping it on, I pressed the collar to my
nose, inhaling the woody scent of Sergei’s cologne. With a bigger
smile, I tiptoed out of the room and went downstairs to the
kitchen.

While humming one of the symphonies that had
played in the bedroom, I opened a container of mixed fruit and
headed back upstairs to the terrace. A few chirping birds provided
the only noise. I sat on one of the wrought-iron chairs and watched
the sky brighten, feeling the same glow inside me. I couldn’t
imagine being any happier or more fulfilled.

I’d just finished my last piece of melon when
Sergei appeared in the doorway, clad in only his gray boxer briefs.
I grew warm all over, remembering the feel of our bodies
entwined.

“There you are,” he said. “I wanted your face
to be the first thing I saw when I woke up.”

“I’m sorry. I was hungry and didn’t want to
wake you.” I set the empty container on the table.

Sergei took two steps onto the patio and
stopped as I stood up. His eyes drifted over me. “Oh, wow.”

I glanced down and then back up at him with a
smile. “See something you like?”

“Do you know how many times I fantasized
about you wearing one of my shirts?”

I walked over to him, leaving just a sliver
of space between us. “How does reality compare to the fantasy?”

Sergei put his hands on my waist and
squeezed. “Reality is
infinitely
better.”

I looped my arms around his neck. “Since you
didn’t get to wake up next to me, why don’t we go back to bed and
have a do-over?” Leaning close to his ear, I whispered, “And not
just the waking up part.”

He grinned, and I squealed as he picked me
up, holding me tight against him as we left the terrace. While the
sun continued to rise, so did the passion between Sergei and me,
and we started the new day the same way we’d begun our new life
together – giving all of ourselves to each other, joined as
one.

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From the author

Thank you for reading my short story! If you’d like
to read more about Emily and Sergei, you can discover their story
from the beginning in the EDGE series:

Life on the
Edge

Edge of the
Past

Book Three coming late 2013

About the author

Jennifer Comeaux earned a Master of Accounting from
Tulane University and is a Certified Public Accountant in south
Louisiana. When not working or writing, she is an avid follower of
the sport of figure skating, traveling to competitions around the
country. Those experiences allow her to see a different side of the
sport and serve as an inspiration for her writing.

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