Chapter 42

Edward sensed Jemma was on the brink of climax. Standing on her tiptoes, her leg muscles tense, she moved her hand over her clit with lightning speed. Her head arched back, mouth open, breath held, she was poised to scream. With a swift motion, Edward thrust his hand forward, and it happened. Her asshole stretched to accommodate his hand up to his wrist, then clenched tightly around it.

Jemma let out a deafening scream as fluids gushed from her body, her mind soaring over the metaphorical mountaintop. In her mind's eye, she witnessed a starburst of light, bright enough to illuminate her entire universe. She was awestruck by its magnificence, completely unaware that she herself was the true source of magnificence.

Edward faced a dilemma—the water was turning cold. Unlike a luxury hotel with endless hot water, this shower had its limits. He had hoped to keep his wrist and hand inside Jemma's ass to show her just how perfectly they fit. But that would have to wait