After the Edge

“Can I put it back inside you?”

“No. With my mouth… my mouth.”

“If that’s what you want, then I can’t help it.”

As if he truly had no choice, he lay back.

Propping himself up against a stack of pillows, he looked almost gentle—like he was granting some kind of mercy.

Of course, I was the one who offered, but I still couldn’t understand it.

How could someone stay like that endlessly?

Rubbing my lower abdomen, I pushed myself up and crawled between his legs, barely supporting my trembling arms.

It was still firm enough to press against his lower stomach, though slightly less rigid than before.

Even then, compared to usual, it still felt as hard as it would at the beginning.

Gripping near the base with both hands, I traced along it, moving my fingers in slow circles.

Carefully working upward, just beneath the tip, white traces gathered between my fingers.

As I did, he shifted slightly, the muscles of his abdomen tightening.

“Aren’t you going to take it?”

“…I will.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and opened my mouth.

Even though I thought it was wide enough, it brushed against my lips, forcing me to open further.

Warm, smooth skin pressed against my tongue.

It wasn’t as unpleasant as I had feared.

Perhaps because I had already grown used to it.

The scent filled the room as I wrapped my lips around the tip, moving my hand below.

A faint, bitter taste lingered.

His hand moved to the back of my head, gently stroking it.

At first, I thought it was praise—

“Lower your tongue. More.”

His hand pressed slightly, guiding me.

I took in as much as I could manage, breathing slowly.

As I adjusted, the sensation reached deeper, brushing near my throat.

The unfamiliar taste spread across my tongue.

I couldn’t swallow at first—moisture gathered, trailing down.

Then slowly, I forced myself to swallow.

The sensation lingered, filling my senses.

Looking up, I met his gaze.

His eyes were fixed on me, intense—almost overwhelming.

It felt like he might tear me apart.

I didn’t know if it was frustration or something else.

My chest tightened slightly.

Swallowing again, I steadied myself.

Then his hand lifted my chin gently.

His expression had softened.

“What’s wrong all of a sudden?”

“Wasn’t I supposed to… swallow?”

“Would I expect that from someone doing this for the first time?”

“You looked… upset.”

“I was holding back.”

His fingers brushed along my lips, wiping them gently.

The tension I had built up melted away instantly.

His hand moved up, tucking my hair behind my ear.

I lowered my head, letting him.

Misunderstanding things on my own… getting scared too quickly…

and yet being comforted by such a small gesture.

He laid me back down properly and leaned over me again.

Outside, the faint blue of dawn had begun to appear.

His lips found mine again.

I didn’t refuse this time.

It was a shallow kiss, just lips and the tips of our tongues.

The soft teasing made me almost laugh.

His eyes curved slightly as he looked at me.

“Did it upset you that much?”

“I misunderstood.”

“Let’s do it just one more time and sleep.”

“Again?”

“I’ve held back enough.”

I wanted to deny it, but a glance downward said otherwise.

It didn’t seem like an empty claim.

Hoping he might ease up even a little, I reached down and held him again.

At this point, after everything, there was no hesitation left in touching him like this.

He smirked faintly, closing his eyes as if savoring it.

His expression shifted slightly with each sensation.

As he leaned into me, I became aware—

that we were sharing something,

that we were letting each other in.

Unable to resist the impulse, I kissed him.

Our gazes met through half-lidded eyes.

His hand slid down, gently spreading my legs again.

As he positioned himself, he slipped free from my grasp.

Taking a deep breath, he whispered,

“Just once more.”

“Just once.”

I knew he usually kept his word,

but I still needed to hear it again.

I didn’t think I could take more than that.

As he entered again, it felt almost… natural now.

As if my body had adjusted.

The absurdity of it made me let out a small laugh.

“Is it manageable?”

“Yes.”

The presence inside me was no longer unfamiliar.

In fact, just holding it there made something stir faintly inside.

Even with my exhausted body, it was bearable.

He rested his face against my shoulder, shaking his head slightly.

“I might die like this.”

“Is it still not enough?”

“It’s fine.”

Even as he said that, his hand moved down, squeezing me gently.

The sensation made me tense instinctively.

Feeling him so clearly inside me made my breath hitch.

I tried to relax, but the pressure kept building.

Eventually, I grabbed his shoulder, pushing slightly.

“I think… you need to pull out.”

“I’m sorry.”

He looked genuinely troubled—something I had never seen before.

Lifting himself slightly, he stroked my head slowly.

Even that small movement made the pressure inside feel overwhelming.

Glancing down, I could clearly see the outline of my abdomen slightly raised.

Was it always like this?

The fact that I had been feeling pleasure from this… was almost unbelievable.

This was too much.

As I gasped, he slowly tried to pull back.

But the moment he did, it felt like everything would tear apart.

I shook my head quickly.

“No—wait…”

“Feels like it won’t come out, right?”

“How… is it getting bigger?”

“I didn’t plan for it to go this far.”

Clicking his tongue softly, he brushed his lips along my face again.

Even that small motion sent sensations deeper.

I exhaled weakly, staring at the ceiling.

Gripping his back, I finally snapped,

“Just finish already.”

“I will.”

When he kissed me again, I should have realized—

he was trying to silence the sound I was about to make.

The fear faded only when it ended.

The tension eased, even if just slightly.

Still, the warmth spread endlessly inside.

I tried to look down, but he stopped me, kissing me again.

At some point, I was almost crying.

Time passed—longer than I could tell.

Eventually, he pulled away.

The absence felt strange, almost hollow.

As I sat up weakly, I touched my lower abdomen.

Even that wasn’t enough to steady myself.

When I pressed lightly, warmth slipped out again.

I had never reacted like this before.

Usually, I would pretend nothing was wrong.

But this…

this wasn’t something I could hide.

Even knowing who he was—

even knowing myself—

this was different.

As he moved closer, concern in his expression,

I instinctively pulled my knees together.

The sensation lingered, raw and sensitive.

He reached out but stopped when I tensed.

Instead, his hand moved gently down to my ankle.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

Even as I answered, my expression gave me away.

His hand brushed the back of my neck.

“Did it leave marks?”

“Not that.”

My gaze shifted—

to the place he had completely overwhelmed.

Even as I tried to cover myself,

his gaze remained fixed.