The Sweet Edge by Risa Peris Page A

image in the mirror. Her eyeliner was smudged and her blonde hair was mussed.
    “I look like I have just had a sexual encounter.” Stella smiled. She found she couldn’t stop smiling.
    She found Campbell in the kitchen. He was plating chicken marsala, pasta and bruschetta, and whistling. He looked boyish and excited.
    Campbell looked up. “There you are. Just in time.”
    Stella took a seat at the kitchen table. He poured her a glass of red wine and then placed a plate in front of her.
    She was hungry. She jabbed a fork into the pasta and chewed. “It’s delicious.”
    “Why thank you. It’s amazing what magical things dialing fingers can bring forth.”
    “And typing fingers. I put in an order for groceries and they appear at my door.”
    “Ah, how magical.” Stella and Campbell laughed.
    They began eating in the silence induced by hunger.
    “This evening didn’t start out like I had imagined.”
    “How did you imagine it?” Campbell looked serious, but his eyes were dancing.
    “More subtle. Dinner, conversation and then...”
    “Then?” Campbell had a large smile on his face.
    “Then a kiss.” Stella smiled wistfully.
    “I could kiss you now.” Campbell leaned in and kissed her on her lips. She looked at him expectantly.
    “Too chaste?” He leaned in again and pulled her face toward him. His next kiss was long, tongue imbued and sloppy. She felt heavenly. Like she was floating.
    “Now, that’s a kiss,” uttered Stella.
    Campbell untied her robe and delicately grazed her nipples while his tongue battled with hers. She sighed and leaned back in the chair.
    “Unbelievable,” whispered Stella. She felt warm and tingly. It was as if an electric current were zipping through her.
    Campbell stood. His cock was jutting in front of Stella’s face. His cock was thick and throbbing and Stella instinctively took it into her mouth.
    “You’re so hard,” she whispered before plunging his cock deep into her mouth. Campbell groaned, deep and loud. Stella pulled back and licked the top of his cock. She grazed her teeth over the bulging head. She felt bold, sexy and brave.
    “Fuck me,” she said. Stella didn’t know where those words came from. She wasn’t sure about the source of her boldness. Campbell took her hand and pulled her toward him.
    “The bedroom.”
    “No. Here. Take me here, Campbell.”
    He pulled off her robe. He pushed her onto the floor, roughly.  She gasped and lay on the floor with her legs open.
    “Do you want me Stella?”
    “I want you Campbell.” She wanted him so badly. He slid up her body and wound his hand around her hair. He pulled her neck back and then, with no hesitation, plunged deep inside her. Stella gasped.
    “Oh my god,” uttered Campbell. He wasn’t expecting the drowning pleasure that greeted him. He bucked wildly and was wholly conscious of her moans and screams. He rammed into her. He wanted all of her. He was still aware of her pleasure and sensing that she was drowning enjoyably in sensation he kept thrusting. Thrusting until he heard a strangled cry from her.
    “Campbell,” she exhaled.
    He wanted to comfort her, but instead felt the piercing stab of an orgasm overtake him. He collapsed onto Stella and they gripped each other, like old lovers satiated by pleasure.
    He took her hands and led her to the bed. They lay down and clung to each other.
    “Thank you,” whispered Campbell.
    “For what?” asked Stella.
    “For being wonderful.” He smiled and kissed her forehead.
    “Why?” Stella sat up. “Why me?”
    “What?” Campbell smoothed her blonde hair.
    “Why did you choose me? You could have any woman.”
    “I want you. You’ve cracked me like an egg. Oozing and gushing.”
    “I’m not beautiful.” She pulled the sheet around her.
    “You are though. Maybe not classically beautiful. Maybe not a model. But I want you.”
    “Not classically beautiful? Not a model? I knew it. I was a fuck. A roll in the hay. You’ll be dating a model by