Thanks to my betas Furious Kitten & Carrie36 and maired75 & kysouza3123.
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Frick! I'm late! God damn Alice and her tarot cards. If she hadn't mentioned that a tall, dark stranger would be entering my life soon, I wouldn't have stayed to listen to the reading. And that was after she made me change my outfit after sweetly mumbling something about "first impressions." Good going, Bella! I hoist my skirt down, and hurry up the university steps, making sure I place my feet down carefully. The last thing I need now is for me to trip, and for my portfolio to go shooting into the air.
I make it safely into the building and try to remember where I'm meeting my mentor; I've been told how important it is to have a good relationship with them. I'm in the second year of a photography degree, and although my grades are pretty good, I worry about slipping all the time. I look down at my hand and see that I've written 303 on it. I hurry up to the third floor of the Humanities block and see that the third door down is open. Phew, at least someone is there, I think to myself. As I walk closer, I recognize Professor Cullen standing with the door open, talking to someone in the room.
"All I'm saying is that it happened between a mentor and a student last semester, and it's unacceptable. I'm warning everyone, not just you."
She says this with her hand on her hip. I can't really make out her features though, as I'm between her and the door. I had her for Introduction to Art History in my first year and found her to be very likeable.
"Esme, I'm not going to fall for some kid, okay?"
This gruff voice I do not recognize. I sting a little at this remark and then I blush instantly when Professor Cullen smiles warmly at me, albeit a little bit sheepishly.
"Hello, Bella. Bit late, are we?"
I nod apologetically but don't bother her with any boring details. She returns my nod, and opening the door wide, lets me through and walks off up the hall. I enter the room and see the man with the gruff voice with his back to me as he looks through a folder.
"Shut the door." He adds, as an afterthought, "Please."
I swallow thickly and remember Alice's muttering from this morning; great first impression I'm making. I turn back around, close the door and have a quick look around the office. It's quite small with a few choice framed photographs on the wall. I don't recognize the photographer, but they are wonderful - mostly black and white of the city; really powerful shots both of the city's landscape and a few portraits on the streets.
I hover, not knowing whether to sit down or not as his back is still turned away from me. Is he punishing me? Finally he finishes what he's doing and turns around.
"Sit down," he commands.
Gulp!
I sit down and take a better look at the tall, dark stranger towering above me. He must be over 6 foot, and he is wearing a charcoal suit and crisp white shirt very well. I notice his eyes; beautiful, sad eyes as if he's recently been heartbroken. Then I see his thick coppery hair. Wow, it looks so soft! I wonder if I reach up, he'll let me touch –
"Well?"
His voice barks at me again and I'm snatched from my brief fantasy. He is staring at me with barely concealed contempt.
"Erm? Sorry?"
He sighs and holds his hands out. "Give it to me."
I realize I am still clutching my portfolio and carefully hand it over to him. He places it down on the table and opens it up. He takes his time looking through each print, and I find myself gazing down at his hands; they're big, he looks quite strong. I wonder if he works out. Runs, maybe? Or lifts weights? His hands and arms have outlined veins as if he uses them to play guitar or to do other things with them…
"Is that right?"
He looks up and catches me staring at his hands. Oh crap, I've done it again! I blush again instantly and my brain tries to rewind its memory. What was he talking about? Did he mention something to do with contrast? Or shutter speed? I panic as I see his eyes lower to the folder and close it. He leans back in his chair and puts his hands behind his head.
"Sorry?" I whisper. I cringe at him, hoping he'll forgive my lack of focus a second time.
"I said, you were influenced by Robert Frank on these? Yes?"
Oh, the relief. "Y-Y-Y-Yes," I stutter.
"I thought so. And yet these prints are quite Adams-esque, how he would shoot the city today."
My heart softens. "Oh, thank you."
"That wasn't a compliment-" He peers down at my name on the front of the folder. "Isabella is it?"
"Yes, Bella, please."
"Well, Bella, why do you think me comparing your work to another artist's is a compliment? Plagiarism is theft."
Ouch! I'm beginning not to like this man and his smug tone. He has not even introduced himself yet, and he's already being rude.
We sit in silence as we glare back at each other. This isn't going how I planned. He sighs and looks at the photographs on the office walls. I follow his gaze and look at them too.
"They're very good. Are they Professor Cullen's?" I ask.
"No, they're Edward Cullen's."
"Is that her husband?"
"No."
His eyes narrow at me and I get the feeling I've done something wrong. Is this man impossible to please? I get up and walk over to one photograph of an old man standing by the sides of the city's main bridge on a beautiful spring morning. He is laughing beside a young girl; it's a real belly laugh as if she said something revealing and honest the way children often do.
"I love the way he's captured this moment between them, it feels so real."
The mentor scrapes the chair on the wooden floor as he gets up and comes to stand by me.
"I found them playing hopscotch together and asked if they wouldn't mind if I took some photos for my thesis."
He smiles at the memory. His face softens and as I realize he is standing close to me, I get a slight chill down my neck as my hair stands up. He smells earthy in a really masculine way, is it sandalwood? Whatever it is, something stirs in my arms and my breasts tingle. Focus, Bella, focus!
"You're Edward Cullen?"
He nods briefly and turns me back around towards the table. As he leans in to pull my portfolio off the table, he brushes past me and I get the sneaking suspicion he sniffs me. My blood runs cold; did I forget to put deodorant on again this morning? I did it last week, so embarrassing, at least I realized before anyone else – I hope. Some days I just forget my head. He holds onto the portfolio for a moment before handing it to me.
"I've got class in a few minutes. If you hadn't been so late we could have discussed the possibility of me mentoring you longer."
This isn't a done deal? I panic, he's vetting me? Quick Bella, you have to see him again, do something and impress him! And it is just at this moment my mind leaves me again and I am forced into intellectual limbo.
"So you will at least consider me?" I manage to squeak out.
"Maybe, come again some time next week and we will continue the discussion."
He abruptly hands me my portfolio and holds the door open, ushering me out as if he can't bear to be around me anymore.
Why am I so repulsive? I hang my head in shame a little bit and hurry past, as far away from him as possible.
Just as my foot is over the threshold, and I'm standing in the hallway, I hear the door click quickly behind me. Well, that didn't go very well. And I really like his stuff too; he could be a great mentor. I mentally kick myself as I walk away from his office. I hope that's not the last time I see him.
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I tell Alice all the details of my first meeting with Edward on the morning of our next mentor meeting a week later.
"See, I told you so!" she says, rubbing her hands with glee. "A tall, dark stranger!"
"Alice," I point out, "if he's going to be my mentor, I cannot fall for him. That would be really uncool. The last thing I need now is more unrequited love!"
I think of my other best friend, Jacob, who has stopped talking to me since I politely declined his advances. He is a total hottie, I admit, but the spark just isn't there. I had no idea until he tried to get me drunk last summer and made his move. He wouldn't take his hands off me until I slapped him, and we haven't spoken since. It's a real shame, but I'm still hurting about the end of our relationship and the way he treated me.
"So when do you see him again?"
"This morning, and I'm going to be early this time!"
I woke up at 6 am, which was unheard of for me, but I practically bounced out of bed, knowing I would be seeing him again. I'm allowed to have a little crush on him, aren't I? I'm only going to be seeing him once a week for a few hours, hopefully! I spent a little more time on my appearance today. I made Alice give me a mani-pedi last night. She was more than happy to do it for me and gave me hints about what colors look better with my skin tone and hair color, and for once, I'll admit, I listened. I even wore my push up bra and matching panties. Good grief, Bella, do you really think he's going to see them? I shake my head as I go through a few dresses, modeling them in front of the mirror,
I hear a gasp and turn around to see the pixie-girl beaming at me.
"Bella's got a crush!" she sings at me and then runs off as I grab the nearest shoe off my bed and aim it for her head, but it harmlessly bounces off the wall – I've got a terrible aim. Well that's it, I decide, I'm just going to wear what I've got on now. It will have to do. Either that or I will have to admit that my mentor Edward has turned my head already, what a loser I am. No way a beautiful, talented guy could like me like that. I inwardly recoil at myself and feel flushed and silly. Idiot.
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I am waiting at room 303 as Edward runs up the stairs and bursts into the hall. He slows down when he sees me and walks slowly past the first two rooms. I don't mind as it gives me a chance to get a proper look at him; he's not wearing a suit today. Instead he has on loafers, brown chinos and a checkered shirt - oh my, he looks so effortlessly stunning. How does he do it?
He takes the last few steps towards me and for the first time he smiles. "Hi Bella, good to see you again."
I hate to admit it, but my heart leaps at hearing my name leave those full red lips. I can feel the blood vessels burst in my cheeks as I predictably blush and feel a pleasant warmth lower down.
He takes a jangle of keys out of his pocket and, without asking me to move, leans in towards me. He puts the key in the lock, but the entire time, he doesn't break eye contact with me once. I look up into his beautiful piercing eyes and am overwhelmed by that familiar musky scent. I have to physically stop myself from leaning in towards him to sniff his hair. Oh dear, I think I may have a problem. I bet there are Edward-maniacs all over the city. In a flash, it suddenly occurs to me, he probably mentors other girls. The very idea of it makes me feel a little sick with jealousy, and as he opens the door and motions me in, I push it from my mind.
"Good week?"
He sits down and starts unbuttoning his checkered shirt.
What the hell…?
"Yes, I saw a -" I manage to utter as I stare, mesmerized by his nimble fingers.
The room is silent as I watch him finish unbuttoning his shirt and take it off. To my complete dismay, he reveals a white wife beater top on underneath. I say complete dismay, but still it reveals that he is buff! I'd not recognized his slight tan before, and I feel my mouth slacken and open slightly as I stare at his bronzed biceps. Good grief. Why is life so unfair?
He looks at me a little confused as I remember I have stopped speaking mid sentence and he is waiting for me to carry on.
Snap out of it, Bella!
"Yes, I saw an exhibition of Erwin Olaf's new work at the MoMA. I really prefer it to his earlier stuff; it is so much more cinematic. You can instantly see there is a story coming alive from just one frame."
Phew, that was more than a sentence; hopefully he won't think I've got the IQ of a mannequin this time.
"Oh, I want to see that, I haven't had time yet. Did you go with anyone?"
That's a strange question. Not that I don't mind him asking me personal questions but this feels more like a friendly chitchat than the grilling I was expecting. Should I lie and say I went with a male friend? No, Bella, he doesn't really care. Grow up!
"Just my roommate."
"Oh," he sounds disappointed. Should I have said someone from class?
"Alice," I add without a reason.
"Oh." He sounds happier that time. Happier I was with a girl? Or am I reading too much into the tone of his voice?
"Anyway," I continue, trying to get the meeting and my mind back on track, "have you thought about whether you want to mentor me?"
"What do you mean?" He bats my question away with his hand. "Of course I do."
Why is he so cheery? I wonder if maybe he got laid last night. The tiniest thought of someone else's hands on him makes me feel a little bit woozy, and I snap myself out from my thoughts and back to the words coming from his juicy, kissable lips.
"Erwin Olaf is great, but I would prefer the combination of his earlier and more recent work. There is a feeling of guilt and sadness in his current work, but I'd like there to be more of a darker undertone that he had before."
Oh, so he likes the darker side of life, does he? I notice that we have both leaned in towards each other over his desk, our hands placed opposite each other. I look down and see that mine are slightly gripping the table. As I subconsciously lick my lips I feel my throat go very dry. My hands start to tremble as he describes his favorite photographs from a recent Ellen von Unwerth exhibition and I have to release my hands from the painful grip on the wood and place them firmly in my lap.
"So I would like to discuss maybe taking your work in a slightly new direction, if you're interested?"
He runs his right hand through his hair as he looks distractedly out the window towards the library opposite.
"I'd love to."
He turns towards me and grins. How to describe his grin? It is no ordinary dazzler, sure his teeth are dead straight and brilliant white, but there is something about this grin, an almost smirk that says ,'I want to do very bad things to you'. He licks his teeth as he continues to grin, and my nipples feel so hard under my dress I think they are going to explode.
"Won-der-ful."
He says it slowly, pronouncing each syllable as he continues to stare into my eyes and I can feel my panties get instantly wet as filthy thoughts sweep over me. I have a sudden urge to jump over the table and land in his lap, and see what that tongue tastes like, but I manage to keep myself composed. How I do, I don't know…
"Coffee then?"
He closes his mouth and smiles nervously.
"You don't just want to meet here again next week?"
Shut up, Bella! I curse myself. Are you trying to talk yourself out of coffee with the most beautiful man in the world?
"Well we can if you want, but I thought it might be better to get some fresh air, go and see the buildings your project is on," he replies.
"Yes, that's a great idea. Coffee then."
"Better yet maybe we should meet outside the MOMA and tackle it head on?"
I'd love to be tackled by you, I want to say. Instead, I get up and say, "Okay. Shall I organize it with your office?"
"No, better not bother them." He hesitates. "Here's my card."
He takes a business card from his wallet and hands it to me. It looks expensive, a subtly classic, off white, crisp card with 'Edward Cullen – Photographer/Academic' and his mobile number, email and office line underneath.
"Email or a text is fine."
As I take the business card from him, our hands touch briefly and I feel the strangest flutter in my stomach. Maybe a flutter is an understatement, it is more like my stomach tumbles over like a washing machine and I feel my pussy quicken at the feel of his rough, strong palm. Get out of here quick! I tell myself, before you do something stupid and ruin this for yourself. I pop the card in my dress pocket and muster up my best sexy smile and watch his reaction.
Whoa! There is a flicker behind his eyes as I smile. I can't read it at first, it looks like his pupils dilate or something, but his eyes seem to actually lighten by a shade or two. It is single-handedly the sexiest thing I've ever seen him do. He smiles again, and I practically skip out of the office, his business card feeling like it could quite literally burn a hole there. I have got to get home and sort myself out, I think as I close his office door behind me and put my hand against the wall for support. I might combust on the spot if I'm not careful.
Not for the umpteenth time today, I shake my head. Gee, I've got it bad! I leave the campus with a ridiculous smile on my face; Edward wants to see me out of the office. Wee!
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I get home and I still feel incredibly turned on. My breasts are beginning to ache from my constant daydreaming about Edward and they are begging me to stop, as my nipples have been practically rubbed raw after being erect for so long. I get into the apartment and look to see if Alice is home.
"Alice?" I holler.
No answer. I quickly nip into my bedroom and pretend to myself that I am quite tired and will just have a quick nap. Within seconds I am down to my matching bra and pants, and I eagerly jump into bed and moan in pleasure that I am finally lying down and can think about him. I remember how he smiled when he saw me standing at his office, and he coolly stopped running like a lunatic and slowed his walk down to a sexy swagger.
My hand reach to my breasts and squeezes them, I place the other one between my legs and squeeze my thighs together. Ahh that feels good. Not as good as Edward's hands on me would feel, no doubt, but I know that the idea is out of the question. I don't want to get him into trouble, although legally it was okay. I am nearly 21. I wonder how old he is? If he's working on his Ph.D., I guess he is 24-25? I remember the way he smelled, heavenly, so masculine and in a way, powerful. I groan a little and rub my hand against my panties. I can feel the moisture underneath and the friction feels unbelievably good.
I quicken my pace a little bit as I feel my nipples begging to be touched. I tuck my free hand underneath my bra and flick my left nipple, sending shivers of delight around my body. Oh God! Touching myself has never felt this good! I think about the business card lying discarded in my dress pocket on the floor and give my nipple a good tug. I feel my body slowly wake up. I imagine it is his rough hand furiously rubbing my clit on top of my panties, and I climb and I climb, until I feel weightless for a good ten seconds. It feels like I am in freefall before I crash land, and waves of ecstasy pound through my body, and I finally get my release. It lasts forever until finally my entire body shakes with the last remains of my orgasm. That was fucking fantastic, I think as my jelly legs and hands quiver gently with the aftershock of my explosion. It is then that I know I am in serious trouble.
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I arrange to meet Edward a day later. I know I sounded keen but it couldn't be more than a week because then we would be meeting again anyway. And I don't want to leave it too long and seem ungrateful; and good grief, I'm surprised I lasted more than 24 hours, aren't you? I don't tell Alice about our meeting. I can sense that she is beginning to disapprove of the growing affection I have for Edward. She is worried I will get hurt. She is such a good friend; I'm so lucky to have someone who genuinely looks out and cares for me.
So I have to do my own mani-pedi, though not as well as Alice, I'm sad to say. Although I wear matching underwear again, I try to dress down a little bit. I choose a wide, short skirt and a not too tight t-shirt with little ankle boots. Modern classic, I like to think. We arrive outside the MOMA at the same time; we are both ten minutes early and grin at each other as we silently acknowledge this. He holds his hand out very formally to shake mine, and I eagerly place my small hand inside his large one. He shakes it once firmly and professionally, and I hold on for a moment longer than necessary just as an excuse to be close to him and stare up into those wide eyes.
But the pain is back behind his eyes again, I can tell instantly. I wish I could know what makes him sad so I can kiss him better. Mmmm kiss him…I find myself staring at his lips again as he greets me and slowly releases himself from my hand. I tear my eyes away from his face and we start walking side by side around the city. He points out a few details I have never noticed before. It seems he has a keen interest in both the city and architecture, and is just a wealth of knowledge. I want to openly gaze up at his face, but I manage to keep my eyes facing the buildings, letting him occasionally lower his mouth to my ear when we enter noisy streets.
"This is one of my favorite places," he murmurs into my ear, his sweet breath making me feel a bit dizzy. Pull it together, Swan! I shout inwardly.
We enter a busy plaza and I can feel us start to become separated, so he very gently places his hand on the small of my back and guides us over to a bench. I mentally beg that his hand will start to slip further down, but he is a complete gentleman. Unfortunately.
"Let's sit down for a moment," he practically whispers again. I feel the blood rising all over myself and moisture seeps out of me into my panties. I feel myself with every step I take.
We sit down, and finally I have a real excuse to look at him again up close. His hair really does look incredibly soft. At the front of his face, it falls over his forehead in soft curls, and he does his best to smooth it out of the way again. And I don't mind staring at him because he is examining my face too, in the same meticulous way. I suddenly feel self-conscious and tell myself no one as stunning as him would ever look at me in the same way. The truth cuts right through me. I am normal. I am plain. I am not in the same solar system, let alone the same league as him. I look at the dull sparkle in his eyes and feel my mouth fall into a sad frown.
"What's the matter?" he asks, his hand tilting my head up as I lower it, ashamed.
Don't tell him the real reason! I bark at myself. Make something up! Make something up! "You're beautiful," I reply.
Shit! Lie, I said! Lie! He softly takes his hand from my chin and sighs. We sit next to each other, not touching, and people watch as the crowds mill across the square, some in love, some arguing, and some all alone. We sit like this for a good five minutes, which when you've said something really humiliating and the other person hasn't replied, feels like a lifetime. Finally, he turns towards me and opens his mouth to say something.
Oh God, this is when he tells me he's a mentor and I'm a student and anyway he doesn't want me, and it's never going to happen, and to grow up. I don't think I can bear to listen to it, I suddenly get up and practically run away from him. I sense that he gets up to chase me. I hear him call my name over the crowd, but I am hidden easily and within moments I know he won't be able to catch up with me. Hot tears burn my eyes and I need to get to a bathroom quick because I am about to throw up or implode, and if I start crying here, I may never stop.
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In the end I manage to get home before the floodgates open. Alice is sitting on the couch, watching a makeover show, shouting obscenities at the TV as I run past her and into my bedroom. I sink to the floor and weep myself dry.
"Bella?" She timidly knocks on the door and opens it. "What's the matter, chick?"
I try to explain to her through the tears, but it comes out garbled. Remembering what has happened makes me cry even more.
"Edward?" she asks gently, stroking my hair as I hug her tightly.
"I'm such an idiot!" I manage as I start to calm down.
"We went to look at buildings today, and I told him he was beautiful, and just before he was about to tell me off like a child, I ran away like a coward!" I choke out between little sobs.
"Oh, Bella!"
Alice laughs and hugs me tighter.
"You're not a coward, or a child. You have no idea what he was going to say!"
I shake my head, refusing to entertain even a glimmer of hope that there might be some truth to her words.
"Please don't be nice to me." I wipe my face with my sleeve. "I don't know how I'm ever going to face him again."
"Don't worry, he's a professional, you're both adults, you'll probably be laughing about it next week. Why didn't you tell me you were going to see him?" She looks genuinely hurt.
"I thought you'd tell me not to get my hopes up. Now I wish you had."
I curse my daydreaming about Edward. I have created a whole fantasy inside my little head and he has no idea. There he was taking a student out for a lecture on his own time, and she blows it by practically coming on to him.
"I'm so embarrassed. I don't think if I see him again I'll be able to stop blushing. Or look him in the eye. Oh God! How humiliating!"
I think I am more annoyed that now I won't be able to stare into those beautiful eyes without him becoming uncomfortable and thinking I'm stalking him. Great. I'm an actual idiot. After about half an hour of soothing noises and hugs from Alice, I feel better, and we go into the kitchen so I can cook dinner for us as a thank you to her. I make her favorite dish and sit with her as she watches a new reality show - something I would never normally do, but I know she likes to have company while she watches that nonsense.
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A few days pass and I haven't heard from Edward. I tell myself the worst thing I could do is to contact him now and decide that his silence means he has forgotten the whole thing. On the morning of our third office meeting, I start to feel sick at the thought of seeing him. I've never been very good around men. I never seem to know what to say and the first time I actually find myself having real feelings (okay, mercilessly lusting after), I blow it by acting like a lovesick girl – which fills me with further mortification.
I manage to pull it together in the last few moments before I am to see him. After downing a quick coffee in the student café I make it exactly on time to room 303 and knock briskly on the door.
"Come in," a voice from within bellows.
Taking a deep breath I walk in and am surprised to see another man sitting behind Edward's desk. I swallow down the small bile that has flooded into my mouth. He can't ever bear to be in the room with me! I furiously blink back tears. Compose yourself, woman!
I sit down, clutching some new photos I have developed the previous night, and look expectantly at the man behind the desk. He immediately stands up and warmly shakes my slightly shaking hand with both of his.
"I'm Jasper." He smiles. "I'm – err – a friend of Edward's. He won't be here today, I'm afraid, so he has asked me to fill in."
"I'm a photographer too," he adds, trying to convince me Edward hasn't just sent anybody to put me off.
I nod dumbly. He's lying, of course. Not only will Edward not be here today, I probably won't see him again and I will be shuttled around different mentors until the end of the term. I blew it big.
"I've taken some new photos." I hand them over and he looks through them. "I listened to Edward's advice and hope these are an improvement on the earlier work I showed him."
I am struggling so hard to keep my voice tone even. If any mental image or thought of Edward tries to infiltrate my mind I banish it immediately, knowing if I don't there is no way I am getting through this meeting.
"Okay, okay," says Jasper as he starts examining each photo in more detail.
"Edward said you had a real eye for cityscapes. I can see he was right about you, you're very talented."
I can't help but allow myself a slight beam of a smile at hearing this praise. Edward thinks I'm talented?
Be gone thought! Be gone before I say something silly again.
Jasper looks at my photos for a final time before handing them back to me.
"Edward was sorry he couldn't be here -"
Just hearing his name makes my heart pound. I dread what else Jasper is going to say.
"But I think you should know that he might not be able to mentor you anymore."
I can't move, I can't nod or even roll my eyes at the inevitability of his words.
"He's got a lot going on at the moment so he is having to, err -"
Jasper is looking around the room as if what he needs to tell me pains him. I find the strength to let my face fall and stare at my shoes while I whisper insults at myself angrily.
Suddenly the door flings open and Edward is standing right in front of me. He looks majestic, his face flushed, his forehead beaded with sweat as if he ran here. I don't know what comes over me, but I stand up and then force myself not to run towards him. His eyes are once again gleaming with brilliance, and he slowly raises his hand out towards me.
"Come to me," he says, and I rush towards his open hand.
Jasper jumps up at the same time.
"Edward, no! What are you doing? Think of your career!"
Jasper tries to jump in between us but mine and Edward's body lock together as he pulls me in towards his chest.
"I can't stay away from her, Jasper."
My nipples jerk up at this comment and warmth floods into my panties. Please, please tell me he might possibly feel the same way about me? My heart sings and I want to weep with ecstatic joy. But instead, I feel Edward start to pull me out of the office and down the stairs towards the exit.
Neither of us say anything, but I am grinning ear to ear like I've got the giggles. We are practically running, his hand curled around mine as he searches the campus furiously for something. Soon he spots something and drags me towards it. We slide behind a building that faces a thin footpath. The space between the path and the wall is empty.
He pushes me against the wall.
"I can't stay away from you," he says just before his mouth flies towards my neck and starts kissing it passionately. I moan in abandon as my whole body seems to light on fire. I can feel him smile as he continues to kiss along my jaw line before his mouth finally reaches mine. Our lips meet, and I feel his warm rough lips part and his hot tongue wrap around mine. I moan in his mouth and thrust myself towards him. I feel his hard on against my clit under my skirt, and I thrust against him again.
He continues kissing me furiously as he grabs my wrists, and holds them up tightly above my head. He maneuvers my wrists so they are both gripped by one very strong hand, and I feel his other hand slide down my face and body until it comes to my breasts. My breathing is already heavy and I nearly cry out, begging him to grab my breasts. I thrust them into his chest and he quickly pulls my top up as his mouth kisses my cleavage. I haven't had time to process my thoughts, except to think I want to pinch myself because I can't believe this is really happening! Get my boobs out! I want to shout at him as he grabs my bra and squeezes my breasts.
"Okay," he says to me as he momentarily comes up for air before his hand thrusts under my bra and squeezes my nipple very hard.
Did I say that aloud I worry? Great, now he'll think you've got a dirty mouth. Which is true but you might not want him to know that. But it's too late as I thank the stars for making me put on my front opening bra this morning, which he sees, and like magic pops open with two fingers. My breasts shoot into his face, and he moans as he starts sucking my nipples in turn before nibbling at them with his teeth. It's the most incredible feeling I have ever felt before. My pussy is practically panting, and I feel his hand let my wrists go while he uses both his hands to grab my breasts roughly as his mouth finds mine again.
I thrust into his hips and feel his cock burning towards my pussy, and I unconsciously try to dry hump him to get the friction I need to cum. Under the skirt, I silently yell and as if he hears me, his hands reach under my skirt and slide up my thighs towards my panties. I moan in relief as I gyrate my body underneath his skillful hands. Did I talk dirty to him again? Oh well, he seems to like it. Soon he is kissing me softly along my body as his head goes down and under my skirt.
I feel his hot breath on my clit and I cry out again. I feel his hand push my pants to one side and the first of a series of hot, wet licks along my lip edges. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as I feel a lick against my clit.
"Oh, good God," I cry out.
This is amazing. This can never end. His head comes back up to mine, as he kisses me hard and I feel more wetness flood out of me. He can feel it too and he moans into my mouth. Again I feel him push my panties aside and a first then a second rough finger slowly slide into me. I gasp in pleasure as he slides them in and out of me, slowly at first and then picking up his pace until I stop thinking and all I can focus on is those fingers inside me, taking me to the edge of the abyss.
"Fuck Bella, if I'd known it was going to be like this -"
His voice is raspy with lust. I want to do something with my hands, touch him, feel him but I need to concentrate on what he – is – doing –my – God – quicker – Edward – faster. I take his face in my hands and look into his eyes for a moment.
"Fuck. Me. Edward."
It's all the encouragement he needs as together we unbuckle his belt and unbutton his fly. He's not wearing any underwear, and the most beautiful dick I have ever seen springs out. I practically whimper as I try to grab it. He chuckles and bats my hands away and carefully guides his penis, so it teasingly rubs up and down my pussy. Then he grabs my ass with his hands, and I help to slide down onto his cock. We sigh loudly in mutual satisfaction as he thrusts into me and my body hits the wall of the building. I am so close, I can feel it, I can feel all of him inside me. He is so big, and with every thrust, he stares deep into my eyes and I forget to breathe.
"I don't think I'm going to last long, Bella."
My name rolls off his lips and I feel myself start to climb in anticipation. Every cell in my body feels awake and aroused. My mouth drops open and I continue climbing, and Edward feels it too, as he starts to thrust deeper and deeper into me. I feel as if I'm on a rollercoaster climbing to the top, then suddenly everything drops away and together we are flying down to the ground at high speed. My pussy contracts and the sweetest, hardest orgasm shakes my body. I feel Edward call out as he climaxes and he thrusts harder than before into me as I grip his cock tightly with my pussy. I feel him hold tightly onto me as he cums, burying his head into my shoulder as he grunts in sheer pleasure.
We stay like that for a moment.
"You are the best fuck ever."
He grins at me again and gently lifts me off from him, and I do must best to compose myself and not fall to the floor.
"That was amazing," I say breathily as I steady my jelly legs against the wall. I can't imagine sex ever being as good as that again. It makes me a little sad that it has ended. Edward sorts himself up and buckles his belt up again. I feel drunk, I'm so overcome by giddiness. Edward holds onto my elbow to stop me from falling over. He looks down at me quite smugly as we turn the corner and emerge from behind the building.
Only to find Professor Cullen with folded arms standing next to Jasper, who is looking very guilty.
"What did I tell you?" she asks him as he walks nearer. He looks at me and protectively puts an arm around my shoulder, and we walk towards his destiny and downfall.
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