EDWARD’S POV
Layla hesitates, her breath coming in short, nervous pants and I can see the anxiety flickering in her eyes, and the way her body trembles.
I cup her face with my other hand, forcing her to look at me. “Hey. You sure you’re okay with this? We don’t have to—”
“I’m sure,” she whispers quickly, nodding even as her voice shakes. “I’m nervous, but I still want you.”
Fuck. Those words from her mouth do dangerous things to me.
I wait patiently, until she slowly begins to relax her legs. I help her the rest of the way, my hands gentle as I part her thighs and settle between them.
The sight of her nearly knocks air out of my lungs.
She’s so f*****g pink and glistening, her folds swollen and coated. Her little c**t is peeking out, puffy and shiny, begging for attention. The cont
