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The satisfied grin was still on his face as he meandered his way backstage.
He was ready - *more* than ready, as he'd just proven out there in the ring. And he couldn't wait to get his hands on Kane at at their match Backlash in just under two weeks... His first match back after more than a year out with a broken neck and subsequent surgery - and Edge could hardly wait.
He raked his right hand through his mass of long golden hair as he approached his locker room. He couldn't wait to get the brace and bandage off his left wrist and hand. He grinned at the first aid materials with appreciation, however, as they had done just the trick.
The tall Canadian entered the room, shutting the door behind him and sitting down to undo the brace. Before he could do anything, though, a pair of small, warm hands suddenly covered his eyes from behind.
Edge grinned, knowing the dainty hands all too well. Just for fun, he decided to play dumb.
"Err... Lilian?"
The hands shook his head in a 'no' gesture.
"Victoria?"
There was a repetition of the same gesture.
"Hmm... Could it be the new RAW diva? Nidia?" he asked teasingly.
This time, the small, feminine hands moved to his neck, where the diva playfully mock-strangled him.
"Okay, okay... I give up!"
The woman released his surgically-repaired bodypart to come around to face the blond man, and Edge's eyes lit up as he gazed up at her.
"Well..." he practically purred. "If it isn't my most favorite diva of all..."
Lita smirked at him as she cocked her head.
"I'd *better* be..." she quipped. She quickly crossed the room to the door, feeling his eyes on her all the time, and locked it. One never knew who could walk right into the middle of something.
"You *know* you are..." Edge said, his voice slightly husky as he drank in the sight of his redheaded girlfriend. She was still clad in in the cute pink and black knickers she'd worn in the divas' battle royal match earlier - the battle royal that *she* had won. He was so proud of her for that, and he was looking forward to her Women's title shot against Victoria at Backlash.
"You sort of scared me with that thing," Lita said, gesturing to his left hand. "For a minute there, I thought you really *had* broken your hand and I didn't know about it."
"Nah..." However, Edge had to acknowledge how lucky he'd been that Kane hadn't broken his *right* hand with that damn steel chair. Jeez, that had been a close one. "Help me get this thing off, will you, babe?"
The redhead obliged, positioning herself on her knees before him as she fumbled with the brace. And God... All the blond man could think was how suggestive the pose was. Suddenly, all he wanted to do was strip her of all her garments and have his way with her.
No one knew they were a couple, although they'd been together for awhile now - actually close to a year. While she'd been out of action after her identical neck injury and then surgery, they'd grown closer. Edge had gone to visit her as often as he could, and then, in a sadly ironic twist, *he* had acquired the exact same injury. This time, it had been the diva's turn to pay the visits, as she'd been the healthy one. Shortly thereafter, their deep friendship had evolved into romance.
"There..." the redhead said as she peeled away the last bit of bandages from Edge's injury-free left hand.
Edge gazed down at her, their eyes meeting as she raised her head. His hand was still in hers, and slowly, tentatively, she twined her fingers with his. Then, after a beat, she separated hers from his, but instead of completely releasing his hand, she pulled it closer to her. Slowly, she sucked his index finger, her mouth moving up and down over the appendage in a most seductive fashion. She soon after turned her attention to his middle finger, her hazel eyes meeting his brilliant green.
The blond man held his breath for a beat, but the suggestiveness was too much for him. In fact, it so turned him on that he was already hard inside of his blue jeans - and it was beginning to grow uncomfortable in there. He was glad she had the presence of mind to have locked the door.
He ran his free hand through her long red locks as she continued to work on his fingers, the strands silky smooth to the touch. And she was driving him mad, because he wanted her mouth somewhere else, sucking and nipping on something else...
After another moment, Edge let out a soft growl as he reached for Lita, pulling her up and onto his lap, only to devour her lips with his own. God, she tasted sweet. His tongue protruded her mouth almost violently, their teeth brushing against each other in a frenzy of passion. He raised both hands up to her face, cupping her head as he prodded his tongue even further in, and the diva let out a gasp inside his mouth.
Edge moved his lips from hers to her ear, where he nibbled on her lobe for a moment before his tongue slicked into her ear, and Lita shivered, loving the sensation. All of her senses were alive and awake, heightened to the max. She began to lower one hand as her teeth gently nipped at his neck.
The blond man let out a soft moan as he groped with her shirt, tugging it off and tossing it aside. She looked so lovely in her black bra, but that had to go as well - and he hastily undid the hooks on it so that he rid her of the undergarment.
"God, Edge..." Lita gasped as the Canadian's mouth was on her left breast. His tongue alternately prodded hard and then softly over the nipple, which instantly hardened.
Quickly, he stood her up to rid her of her knickers, and her hands were fast to undo the button and zipper of his jeans. Their shoes were quickly kicked off as well, and Lita smiled as she lowered her hands to the large bulge in the blond man's briefs.
It was all Edge could do to keep from going insane as the diva's hands were suddenly inside his underwear, gripping him. She bit her lip as she moved her slim hand over his length and thickness, marveling over the erect organ.
Edge couldn't take it anymore. He wriggled out of his briefs, then yanked down Lita's thong. Afterward, both of them now naked, he gathered her up into his arms, her legs wrapping around him, and laid her back down on the couch.
There was desire in her hazel eyes as she gazed up at him, as though begging him, pleading with him to satisfy the needs of her body. He placed a hand to her womanly folds, finding her very wet, a smile coming to his face. And then, Edge parted her legs some more and lowered his head to lovingly prod away at her with his tongue.
"Edge... oh, God, Edge... please..." Lita's breath grew heavier by the minute. God, how she wanted him inside of her.
After a few minutes, she tried to pull away, straighten up, as she wanted to return the favor - but the blond man refused to let her budge, insistent on continuing until she reached that pinnacle.
In no time, the redhead's body was wracked by what was possibly the most intense orgasm of her life. She clutched handsful of his long blond hair, pulling at it enough to actually hurt, but Edge didn't complain. Instead, he waited for her to ride it out, his tongue lapping up her precious essence.
When he was done, he repositioned them so that he was lying back on the couch, the redhead straddled over him. And then, his emerald gaze fixed to her beautiful, pleasure-filled face, he felt her lower onto him, his swollen manhood slipping easily into her. She moved rapidly over his length.
"Oh, God, Lita..." he moaned. "You feel *so* good..."
Before long, Edge added his own upright thrusts to those of the redhead, who quickly came again, crying out softly.
That was enough for him. Just seeing her pleasure, her ecstasy was always more than enough to send him spiraling over. The blond man stiffened as he came, releasing himself deep within her, his moan soft, as their relationship was still a secret from their WWE co- workers - and they didn't want to alert anyone who might be passing by just out in the hallway.
Edge leaned his head up just enough to capture her lips in a searing kiss.
"God, Lita... I love you."
She collapsed onto him, exhausted.
"I love you, too, Edge."
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