The Sweet Edge by Risa Peris

rang. Campbell opened the door. Stella stood in front of him looking fearful. She was wide eyed and sweet looking. Almost like a doll. But then he saw her round, heavy breasts straining against the light fabric of her dress and he felt an instant jolt of unlikely desire.  Not a doll , he thought. A woman .
    “Hi.” Stella’s voice was small.
    “Come in. Come in.”
    Stella walked in. The lighting was once again muted and there was the soft lilt of jazz music in the background. The condo was warm and impeccably stylish.
    “Let me get your coat.” Campbell reached for Stella’s coat and his finger brushed the nape of her neck. Stella turned around quickly and stared at Campbell openly.
    “Thank you for inviting me,” said Stella.
    “Thank you for accepting my invitation.”
    Stella and Campbell stood staring at each other. Neither seemed sure of what to say or do. Anxiety was destroying Stella’s composure.
    “I...I...” Stella couldn’t seem to articulate any words.
    Campbell moved closer to Stella. She raised her hands and pushed on his chest.
    “Keep your distance.”
    Campbell grabbed hold of Stella’s hands and kissed the palms.
    “You’re impossible,” whispered Stella. She leaned forward and let her lips hover near his mouth.
    “You smell wonderful.” She breathed in his  scent. Stella took her left hand from Campbell’s grasp and gently stroked his cheek and chin.
    “I’m flawed,” said Stella. She pulled back from him. She kicked off her flats and unzipped her dress. Campbell stood and watched her. Stella stood before him in her panties and bra. “I’m flawed.” She then unhooked her bra. Her nipples hardened under his gaze. “I’m flawed,” Stella said again.
    Campbell looked at her appraisingly. “You’re beautiful.”
    He knelt before Stella and pulled her close. His fresh stubble scraped her stomach. He reached his hands up and cupped her breasts. “Let me show you how beautiful you are.”
    Campbell’s hand slipped between her thighs. His fingers sought that brilliant, sensitive spot that made her shiver in ecstasy. Stella instinctively spread her legs wider. Campbell’s finger traced a circle around her clit, but then with silky slowness he let his finger slide inside her. Stella moaned. Campbell then licked her stomach, kissed her pubic hair and then lowered his head even further until his tongue was lapping at her spot. Stella felt her knees become weak.
    “I’m going to pass out.”
    Campbell groaned and continued lapping while his finger jutted rhythmically inside her.
    Stella let her hands brace against Campbell’s shoulders.
    “You have to stop.” Stella was out of breath and so near the edge of something she had never experienced before.
    Campbell responded by lapping quicker and harder and Stella felt an intense heat
    spreading through her body that she screamed out and then with a profound swiftness she felt her groin contract and screamed even louder, once again, and then she shuddered and fell into Campbell’s arms. Her knees buckled and she felt her body become a mass of quivering jelly.  Campbell cupped her shoulders and eased her back against the Oriental carpet.
    “I’m done.” Stella smiled.
    Campbell lay on top of her. “We’re just getting started.” He smiled and kissed her
    neck. “But the night is still so very young. I’m famished. Let’s eat.”
    “Oh, but it’s so nice and cozy in here.”
    “We aren’t leaving. I ordered in. Just needs to be heated. The bathroom is down the hall and to the right and there is a fluffy, blue robe begging for your body.”
    “Really? Begging?”
    “Really.” Campbell stood up and then reached down and pulled Stella up by her arms. He kissed her on her lips and headed to what she assumed was the kitchen. Stella padded down the hall to the black and white bathroom. On a hook by the towel rack was a blue robe that was wonderfully soft. She slipped it on, ran the water in the sink and looked at her