Pure Lust Vol. 1 by M. S. Parker, Cassie Wild Page B

that came from being with Edward…that was just as complicated.
    Mentally groaning over the frustration, I told myself to let it go.
    You’re not trying to get anything out of him, Gabs. It’s not like you’ve ever asked for anything from him.
    Finally, the logic pierced me and the misery began to sink away. I hadn’t asked for him to treat me to these extravagances. I didn’t expect them. I was still working and struggling and paying my own way in life.
    I just needed to relax and enjoy what he was giving me…right?
    But still, the uneasiness lingered.
    So did the weight of the lie. Even if I tried to pretend otherwise.
    ***
    By the time we were done, both Edward and I were happy rag-dolls and I’d all but forgotten about the awkward exchange. As we headed back to our room, Flynn and the photo shoot were the furthest things from my mind. Edward was the most caring, considerate, and generous lover I had ever been with and I wanted to spend my time making him feel how much I appreciated him, not thinking about past mistakes.
    As he lay on the bed, loose in a plush hotel robe, I dropped mine to the floor and slowly crawled up next to him. When I saw his sleepy grin, I gave him a long, thorough kiss before trailing my lips down his jaw to nuzzle underneath his ear.
    The faint scent of lavender and bergamot was still on his skin from the massage oil and I tasted him with my tongue before trailing kisses down his chest. I could feel his heart thumping wildly as I pressed my mouth over it. His robe parted easily and my breasts brushed against his erection as I slid down his body, a singular destination in mind.
    He was already starting to harden, but still soft enough that I could take all of him. He smothered a cry when I took him between my lips and a thrill went through me. I loved knowing I could make him feel this way, make his cock stiffen and grow.
    I held him as long as I could before he was too big and I had to settle for wrapping my hand around the base of him while I began to move my head up and down. The thick vein pulsed against my tongu e and he started to move against my mouth, until I pressed down on his hipbones with my hands.
    “Be still,” I said, lifting my head to smile at him.
    “Witch.” He groaned , dropping his head back onto the pillow.
    I slid my lips up, then down his length, loving the way the caress made him shudder. His hands fisted in the elegant brocade of the comforter below him. A raw noise left his throat as I sucked on him, taking him all the way to the back of my throat before changing to softer, slow licks up and down his cock.
    His hands left the comforter to grip my shoulders, tugging on me and I lifted my head to smile at him.
    “Dammit, Gabriella.”
    Coming to my knees, I crawled up his body and hovered over him. I was so wet, so ready for him. The inside of my thighs were slick with my need as I straddled him. Edward gripped my waist, staring at me with hooded, hungry eyes. I caught his cock, still wet from my mouth and held him as I began to lower myself down.
    He slid his hands up, cupping my breasts, plumping them together as his cock stretched me wide. T he sensation was almost too much, too fast, and my legs trembled. Then he was fully sheathed inside me and I sighed at the way our bodies came together. I didn’t stay still long though. His head arched off the pillow as I began to ride him.
    His hands left my breasts to grip my hips, fingers digging into my flesh, his mouth open in soundless ecstasy . I felt him swell inside me and I cried out because it was too much. The head of his cock rubbed against my g-spot, sending waves of heat arcing through me. Edward started to arch up off the bed, rising to meet me until we were driving into his each other.
    The intensity of it overwhelmed me. I went flying into orgasm and I thought I was spinning, flying—then I realized Edward had flipped me over, planting me under him. He slammed into me and I cried out again. Harder,