Living Life On The Edge

Katie watches Blake storm in from another win, skin still flushed from the road. Blake’s already tugging at her jersey, ready to crash straight into bed. But Katie steps in and slows her down with a single smile. She wants to edge her tonight. Blake hesitates, pulse jumping, yet the idea slips under her skin and settles there. Clothes fall away, leaving Katie’s pale curves pressed to Blake’s darker, sun-warmed frame. Fingers slide between slick folds, never rushing, never rushing. Katie draws Blake to the brink then pulls back, again and again, letting the ache climb higher each time. Every circling stroke is a quiet dare. By the time release finally crashes through Blake’s body, her breath stutters like she’s just crossed another finish line, only this one took its time getting there.