Edge of the Precipice

Love Scene (from later in the book)

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This page contains verbally explicit sexuality - BUT - the novel is not primarily about that. This scene portrays a passionate reunion of our main characters who had been in love but had lost one another under cruel circumstances.

They are now deeply in love once again, many years later. This extract is taken from the realisation and consummation of that love.

It IS steamy (as it should be :o)

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Deborah smiled sleepily and snuggled in, feeling the urge to have him inside her again. Sliding her hand away from his chest she gave him the encouragement needed. It didn’t take much; he responded quickly and began to roll over. She put her hand on his chest.

“No, you stay there, let me do this”. Moving her leg across and sitting astride she guided him slowly inside her, relishing every second of their union.

“That feels so good” Michael said as he cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed each nipple lightly between his thumbs and forefingers. She began to writhe quickly back and forth.

“Oh yes, that does feel good… no, YOU feel good.”  Michael gently pushed both of her breasts together so that her nipples were only an inch apart and began flicking with the tip of his tongue and softly sucking each one in turn. She put both hands behind his head and changed her movement to an up and down motion, withdrawing quickly and then sliding back slowly. She knew he enjoyed this, especially if she applied pressure at the end

“I love being inside you” he said softly.

Nestling her face next to his she whispered into his ear: “You know that I’m in love with you, don’t you Mikey?”

He released her breasts and wrapped both arms around her, hugging her tightly. “And I’m so in love with you Debs.”

It was the first time he’d said it since they had been teenage lovers and it was as though his words released an emotional time bomb.

Deborah felt a sweet and sour combination of joy and tears as she began to laugh and cry and to orgasm at the same time. It was a strange but wonderful sensation, as if her body and soul were surrendering and he was reciprocating; their spirits melded together. She increased the motion with a sense of urgency and yet not really wanting it to end.

“I love you… I’m coming… come with me…” She hadn’t needed to ask. Their bodies tightened simultaneously as the culmination of their love and passion erupted; she with multiple deep spasms and he with a heightened strength that caused him to arch his back, lifting them both off the bed by several inches.

The force of his orgasm was immense and seemed like it would never end. Deborah began giggling at the noise of his fulfilment. He sounded like a purring cougar. Eventually his body relaxed and they both collapsed in fits of laughter.

They lay there contentedly holding each other for several minutes, she on top and with him still inside her.

“That was truly beautiful”. Taking her face in his hands he gave her a lingering kiss. “No, YOU are beautiful in every way and I'm deeply in love with you.”

Deborah wriggled with delight. Ooh, he was becoming hard again. Placing both hands underneath her he began to lift and lower her bottom. She looked up at him, blowing a strand of hair from her eyes. 

“Good grief, you can’t still be horny, surely?  He started to speed up. Obviously he was! “Oh my, you still are a bad boy, aren’t you Mikey?” she giggled.

Michael raised his left eyebrow in a James Bond fashion. “That’s me; I’m a very bad boy.”

To begin with Deborah simply lay still and hung on tightly, her heart pressed against his. He was being very tender, moving slowly in and out, lifting her buttocks and arching himself for maximum penetration. She began to move with him and within moments felt the heat rising as her body started to lightly tremble.

Michael knew the signs and tried to synchronize, but it was too late, the cougar was already purring. Deborah lay still as she felt him pulsating inside her. When he was done she kissed him passionately and continuously whilst moving for a few moments in a circular motion until she climaxed again gently herself. When she regained her composure she noticed a tear running down one of his cheeks.

“Aha, so you’re not such a bad boy after all” she said teasingly, “you’re nothing but a big softy.”

She lay her head affectionately on his chest and looking into his eyes ran her fingers through his hair. Michael forced a smile and would have replied if it hadn’t been for the lump in his throat.

Once again he knew this beautiful woman had entered his life bringing healing to his tortured soul at a time when he needed it most.

This time he would make sure never to lose her again.

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