Smut for Ladies by Ladies

On the Edge

Mina listened to the giggles of her best friend with a smile on her face. The two of them were in the corner of the common room and comparing men. 

"What about him?" Kayla suggested of Liam, the resident werewolf. 

Mina bit her lip lightly in thought. "No, he's too demanding." 

"Him?" Kayla gestured to Bryne, Mina's new partner on the job.

She let her eyes roam his body as he cleaned his weapons. Mina knew for a fact that Bryne was a piece of eye-candy underneath his uniform. He was quiet but so far he'd been reliable and a solid support during missions. 

"Ehhh?" Kayla nudged her.

"As far as men go, he's near perfect," Mina sighed, "I'm sure I can get some kind of sexual gratification just from staring at him if I try hard enough." 

Kayla laughed, "I know what you mean."

Bryne slid his hand down the barrel of his longarm, and slid the receiver back into place with a click, "I'm sure I can do better than your imagination alone."

Mina's eyes widened in embarrassment, shock, and arousal. 

Kayla stifled a laugh and slid out of the room leaving Mina alone with Bryne. 

"Is that a promise, Bryne," she purred after a moment's hesitation. 

He finally looked over from his assembled weapons. 

"If you let me put these away, you can find out."

She leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, and smirked, "Get going then, raven." 

He stood and secured his weapons in the arms locker. "Your room or mine?" 

"Mine," she decided and led him to her room.

Bryne was impressed. For their small rooms she had managed to make it appear comfortable, even sensual, with a large array of candles. 

Mina wasn't a shy woman, nor was she patient. The moment the door was closed behind Bryne, she slammed him against it and pressed her lips impatiently to his own. She let out a soft mewl of pleasure when Bryne responded by twisting them round till her back was against the wall and he was supporting her weight around his waist. 

Bryne rocked his hips into Mina and she let out a delicious sounding moan that had the blood running hot through his veins. "Christ, Mina," he groaned into her mouth.

"Fuck yeah," Mina growled as Bryne's free hand slipped beneath her shirt and pulled it off. 

Suddenly, the support of the wall was gone and her back met bed-sheets. Bryne had thrown her onto the bed. Mina sat up, confused and frustrated that he wasn't between her legs at the moment. 

She paused in her thoughts though when she saw him slowly light the candles. Bryne didn't even look at her, a fact that made her smirk as she shimmied out of her pants revealing her black lingerie in its full. He finally turned, a candle in hand and his eyes seemed to burn into her heated flesh. 

"Lay back," his voice brokered no debate and she, curious, complied. Bryne strode to the bed and then slowly crawled onto it over Mina. The candle was still in his hand and Mina could see the hot wax almost ready to drip. 

"Oh?" she purred as his tongue lathed a path up her flesh. And then the hot wax dripped onto her stomach and her back arched in delicious pain, "OH!"

"Oh?" he taunted her with a smile. 

He dripped more wax along her body. She was trembling from the sensations when he ground his length into her heat. "Holy shit," she breathed, gasping from pleasure. Bryne put the candle down on her bed stand. 

Running a hand along her now wax covered torso, he pulled a knife from his boot. "Now for the fun part," he murmured into her ear.

The cold touch of the metal bit into her heated flesh as he began to scrap the wax off her body. The play of hot and cold only served to arouse her further but she, for likely the first time in her life with sex, held still to savor the feeling.

"Bryne~" she moaned as his knife dipped into the valley between her breasts. 

"Mina," he answered with false calm. His focus was entirely on the pressure and angle of his work but he was aware of her increasing wetness between her legs. 

Finally, the last of the wax was off and he dragged the point of his blade down her skin. With a single fluid motion, he cut her bra open and then her panties free. 

Mina was panting in wanton need and ardent desire. "Bryne," she begged.

He sheathed his knife and lowered his face to her skin. The roughness of his beard delighted her as it scorched hypersensitive skin. His tongue flicked out to reach her clit and in a firm grip, he pulled her by the hips to him. 

Mina let out a cry of passion and arousal as Bryne suckled her clit. One hand held her hips while the other rested on her stomach to keep her from arching away. Slowly, so slowly it tortured Mina's mind, he dragged his hand from her stomach to her sex and circled his fingers around her opening.

"Oh god, Bryne, please, put it in," she begged.

He gave a sharp suck to her clit that had her rotating her hips for better access and then plunged his two fingers deep within her. Bryne curled his fingers and pressed into her g-spot. Mina whimpered in pleasure and he laughed. 

"Better than you could imagine?" he teased as he brought her to her first earth-shattering orgasm of the night. 

Mina screamed out, not caring that her neighbors could hear, and slammed her hips repeatedly into Bryne's hand. 

She lay panting afterward, Bryne with a self satisfied smile on his face, "Get some rest, I'm just getting started, Mina."