The workday ends without any drama, mercifully, meaning I can leave on time. I run home to change and then head to Edgar's in record time. He greets me at the door with a kiss but breaks it quickly. He's exhibiting unusual self-control tonight; normally we can't keep our hands off of each other. I enter the living room and look around. He's cleaned it, but otherwise I see nothing different or out of place. The smell of warm pizza drifts in from the kitchen and I spot a bottle of wine and two glasses next to the couch. No sign of that big box.
The surprise does not materialize during dinner. We sit close together on the couch and finish our pizza quickly. I'm getting antsy; where is my surprise? And if I'm not getting a fancy romantic dinner, then at the very least I want some hot sex. Maybe Edgar is waiting for me to make the first move tonight.
So I do. I take his wine glass out of his hand and set it on the table. His eyes flicker but he says nothing. I lean in, resting my hands on his tight, muscular thighs, and gently nip at his lower lip. He makes no move to kiss me back. He wants to make me work for it, does he? Fine. I press my lips harder against his and kiss him with full force. I feed on his mouth and he responds at last, tongue surging against mine. This is more like it.
I have a surprise for him, too and I unbutton my blouse to reveal it. His eyes widen.
"Is that for me?" His hands reach for my breasts, displayed in the very black and very sheer new bra that I'm wearing. "It's beautiful, but what's inside it is even better," he says.
He slips a finger inside the bra to rub one of my hard nipples, visible through the sheer fabric. His touch inflames me and I crave more. I squeeze his thighs with my hands, loving the tight, powerful feel of his muscles beneath the soft denim. He moans and his hands clutch at my breasts. I feel the sweet inner ache of my arousal and I reach for Edgar's lap so that I can feel his, too. I skim my hands along his zipper, feeling the thick heat of him through the layers of clothing. One of his hands leaves my breast and grips my wrist, pressing my hand against his erection. I feel his cock twitch against my hand and hear his gasp of pleasure.
We undress each other quickly; we have already waited too long. I move to straddle Edgar but he stops me.
"Not here, Olivia. Come to bed."
He stands up and grabs my hands to pull me off the couch. He leads me up to his bedroom and stops at the doorway, pushing me ahead of him so that I am just inside the room. I take one step but stop suddenly at the sight of a large, green triangular wedge sitting on top of the bed.
"Edgar, what is that?"
He's busy rubbing circles into my shoulders and his voice is low in my ear. "It's used for different sex positions. I want to make love to you in every possible way, Olivia."
The heat from his hands ignites my skin and I feel him, hard as steel, against my back.
"Are you ready?" he says. Oh god. That voice. I turn around to look at him. His eyes are like lasers, searing into me. I am very wet and very ready.
"Yes. What do I do?"
"Lie back against the incline, Olivia. Leave the rest to me."
We walk to the edge of the bed, where the narrow side of the triangle rests. He turns me around and pushes me gently backward until I am lying against the wedge. It's covered in microfibre and feels soft against my inflamed skin. Instead of lying flat on my back, I'm lying on the ramp so that my hips are raised. Edgar grabs my ankles and places my feet on the top edge of the slope, so that my legs are spread and my knees are up. I feel wide open, every bit of me exposed to him. I see raw desire in his eyes and he's breathing hard.
"God Olivia, you are beautiful."
Edgar kneels at the edge of the ramp and brings his face up against my moist entrance. At the first touch of his tongue, I arch myself against his mouth in ecstasy. The angle of the ramp allows Edgar to lick me deeper than before. His tongue coaxes out spasms from my swollen lips and I come with hard, delicious shudders against his mouth.
Edgar plants a kiss along the inside of my thigh and stands. His cock is rock hard and the tip is glistening. His eyes smoulder with need and he guides himself inside me. He slips in smoothly and I start to move against him.
"Wait."
He lifts my legs, resting my ankles on his shoulders. Normally we can't do this but the angle of the incline brings me close against him and I can feel his full, hard length all the way inside me. He moans and starts to move in and out with steady strokes. I feel like I am going to split open. He's never gone this deep before.
"Does that feel good?"
"Oh God Edgar, yes."
Every inch of my body is burning. He thrusts more urgently and the tension builds inside me like a tidal wave and suddenly I am coming again. Edgar's eyes are wild as he watches my pleasure overtake me and with one final thrust, he unleashes his own release in a hot, shuddering rush.
We hold each other for a long moment before Edgar starts to roll off of me. He forgets we are on a slope and almost rolls right off the bed. I reach out to try and steady him, but he's faster and pulls on my arm instead. We tumble off the bed together, landing on the floor in a heap of limbs and laughter.
"Olivia. Did I surprise you?"
"You sure did. Where did you get this thing?"
"On the Internet."
"I should have guessed. Did it come with a free video?"
"Actually, it did. An instructional one. Do you want to watch it with me?"
"Maybe, later."
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