LEMON (WARNING : This chapter is a lemon)
Apologies to all my reader's who've added me to their author alert and are getting sick of my writing of people other than Jacob Black. I need a break from you.
This is a short Edward and Bella fanfiction. Edward is not a vampire but the rest of the Cullens are. There will be an explanation later, I'm guessing. Probably once I figure it out. Edward and Bella are 18 and in their senior year, in this ff.
Reviews would be nice, because I'm kind of in a bad mood. It'll probably show in my writing, which is why this is an angsty/angry/hurt/romance fanfic.
Chapter 1 – Mature Content
I had never known it was possible to hate someone as much as I despised Edward Cullen.
I glanced to my side where the previously mentioned individual sat next to me in biology, replaying the past few minutes.
"Actually, Bella, the answer is letter D. If you'd paid a little more attention to Mr. Banner instead of oogling Mike Newton, you'd probably know that," his creamy voice had said. I was still trying to brush off the blush that had turned possibly my whole body red. I didn't oogle Mike Newton. But leave it to Edward to make the twerp's attempts at dating me seem even more reachable.
I steamed the rest of the way through class, taking peeks through my hair at Edward to glare at him, hatefully. Yeah, sure, it was a little fourth grade, but when someone gets under your skin, when someone messes with your head as much as he had mine... There was room for being a little immature.
As we finished correcting the test we had taken the day before, my mind drifted back to the first day I'd met Edward. I tried to figure out where on my forehead the sign was posted that said I could be his interest of attack. As far as I knew, he was a good person. He was bright, energetic, surrounded by a great adoptive family. He was social, likable and, to say the least, breathtakingly gorgeous.
But he was none of those things to me. Ever since the first day, he had shunned me. As far as I knew, I was the only person he treated this way. As far as I knew, I was the one that had done something wrong, to make him treat me like such a piece of trash.
My hand shifted through my hair as we finished grading the test and Banner had us take out our books. Now that the anger had faded with my blush, hurt had seeped into replace it. I swallowed, telling myself it didn't matter. Cullen didn't matter. His opinion, his life, his effect on me, it didn't matter.
But it did.
When I first saw him, when I'd moved to Forks to live with my dad, I had been in awe of him. He had been laughing in the cafeteria with his, what I found out, 'family.' His smile was so bright, his hair, in disarray. His eyes, so dazzlingly green they looked like emeralds. Jessica had explained him to me. He was basically the most popular guy in school. Well, the whole family was always the talk of the school. They were great people, friendly, smart and complete sweethearts.
I had been excited when I saw he was in biology with me. Even more excited when Mr. Banner placed me at the only empty spot in the room, next to him. I was less excited when I sat down and he rolled his eyes at me. I was even less excited when I turned to say hi to him and he held up his hand to stop me.
"Just because you're here doesn't mean you need to talk to me," he had said, in the coldest voice I think I'd ever heard. I sat there, baffled. This was the guy Jessica was talking about? Had someone cloned him and taken the original? Replaced him with a bad model? Eventually, after an hour of class dwelling on his comment, I had come to the conclusion that maybe he was just having a bad day. We would see what the next had in store.
But my second day of school held no more success than the first. I had made an attempt to say hi again and he had buried his nose in his bio book. The third day, my attempt made him mock me before class. And then the vicious cycle had begun. He poked fun at me for the class's entertainment. And trust me, they were entertained. Edward never got old, or repeated the same line twice. He was very inventive, manipulative, and just plain hurtful.
A hatred had burned so deep in me I didn't think it was possible to contain it any longer. A few more days and I might combust.
A book slammed shut and I jumped, glancing to where the noise had come from. It had been two months since I'd gotten to this school. Surprisingly, Edward's treatment of me didn't affect how many friends I had. I still had plenty. It just hurt that he found something so unsatisfying with me that I became his verbal punching bag.
"You could at least pretend to be useful in this lab," Edward said under his breath as I looked at him. He had been the source of the slammed book. His words penetrated so deeply I couldn't take it any more. I knew if I didn't get out of that classroom, I'd do a very un-Bella-like thing.
I'd burst into tears.
I slipped off the bar stool and made my way out of the class as quickly as I could without drawing more attention to myself. Everyone was already working on the lab. I could feel two sets of eyes as I left though. Mr. Banner's and Edward's.
I could always feel Edward's gaze on me. It burned, usually made my cringe. I would get anxious, knowing he was probably working up his next hurtful comment. I crossed my arms over my chest as a shield as I made my way down the hall, around the corner and to the bathroom.
I don't really know how long I stayed in there, dwelling, near to sobbing. Every time the tears would well in my eyes, I'd take in a deep breath and force them back. The effort made my throat hurt. The situation made my whole body ache. I sat in one of the stalls, a total mess. I was falling apart at the seems, and Edward was the set of scissors helping me along the way.
After a few more minutes, I finally calmed myself enough to go wash my face. After I dried off, I looked at my appearance in the mirror. Was I really so horrible of a person? I had never been treated this way in Phoenix. No, I wasn't popular, but at least there I wasn't ridiculed. Embarrassed. Bullied.
I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and stared at myself a little longer, inspecting all the things Edward could find so irritating. By the time I went over my features a third time, I was in complete ruins.
I was ugly. Every part of me.
I was so full of self doubt, so torn apart, I don't think I could put the pieces back together. Why was I alive? Why was I still breathing, when I was apparently deemed so unworthy? Each breath I took seemed to just be a waste. Someone else could enjoy it more.
I sighed, finally coming to the conclusion that I needed to suck it up and go back to class. There would be more time to dwell on this when I got home.
I pulled the hair tie off my wrist and tied my hair back in a pony tail, wanting it out of my face. I gave a last rub beneath my eyes to relieve any stress and then headed back.
The walk felt like a death march. I didn't know what awaited me, but at the hands of Edward, it couldn't be good. As I came to the door, I peered through the glass to see Edward staring out the window, tapping his pencil absent mindedly on his notebook.
I opened the door and entered, knowing I took the stares of many people with me. I sighed, trying to shrug them off. Edward was looking at me too, but I stared at the floor as I walked.
"Took you long enough," he said. I'd barely heard him. It was as if he was saying it to himself. So I pretended not to hear him at all. I pulled my notebook close to me and peered at the questions on the paper Mr. Banner had passed out. Nothing had been written.
Well, this was different. Usually, when I left class for a few minutes, the whole worksheet would be done by the time I got back. Then Edward would brag about his superiority, make fun of me, the bell would ring, and I'd be the first one out the door. Apparently, he was changing his game plan today.
I started doing the lab, silently. I kept my eyes away from Edward's, because I knew his were on me. I could feel him tearing me apart with his gaze. He was searching for more flaws, more problems with me.
Take your pick, Edward, there's plenty, I thought, bitterly. I was growing angry again. The hurt had dissipated and I was on the verge of furious by the time the bell rang and I was on the last question. I took another half a minute to finish out my answer and then got up. My chair screeched to a stop behind me as I pushed off it and I set the paper on Banner's desk.
I went back to my seat and gathered my things in my bag, ready to spin on my heel and dart.
"Bella," Edward said. I wasn't ready for this. My rage was barely contained. He'd watched me, picked me apart, not even trying to hide it today. I didn't think I could handle whatever he had to say about me today. I whipped around, my bag on my shoulder.
"Is my skin too flawed for you today? My pants too baggy? You've already made me feel worthless, Edward, you can stop now. I'm sorry, my mere presence sitting besides you had caused you to cringe. Please, let me remove the problem," I spouted off. My voice was shaking, I was gripping too tightly to my backpack. I wanted to break something. Before Edward could say anything else, ruin my day further, I turned and left.
I only got two hallways away before I turned off and finally broke down.
I couldn't handle this any more. I wasn't this overly dramatic person Edward had made me. I wasn't this ego-less, broken girl. I turned into a locker, resting my head against it, trying to pull myself together. But the tears had come. They had filled in my eyes and now one leaked over the edge as I shut my eyes.
I didn't know if I could handle gym today.
Gym was always a mask. It was always the class after Bio. I didn't think I could walk in with my head held high, pretending everything was alright. Not today.
"Bella!" I heard behind me. All my rage came back again. Edward had NOT followed me. He hadn't finally found the words he wanted to give the final slice of the knife with. He wasn't going to finally give me the last reason I needed to want to run away.
I wanted to wipe my tears away. I wanted to run from him. I wanted to disappear, to hide. But I did none of those things. Instead, I balled my fist, turned around, and threw all my weight into that one hit, aimed toward his perfect, male model face.
But my hit never made contact. Edward caught my wrist and shoved me back against the locker, bringing my hand above my head. I opened my mouth, ready to cry out, to scream. To beg for someone to just get me away from this monster.
And then his lips were on mine. At first, I didn't react. I was shocked. After a second, my brain shut down. It didn't try to comprehend what was going on. I closed my eyes and let his lips claim me.
His free hand moved up, cupping my cheek and pulling me closer. He angled my head up so he could more easily take me. His lips were so soft, so perfect. I had dreamt of them often, though I had always suppressed the dreams when I woke up. No one dreamed about making out with their bully.
His thumb stroked over my cheek as he opened his mouth and slid his tongue tenderly along my lower lip. I opened my mouth to allow him the entrance he asked for and he moved his tongue in to explore me.
I moaned out into him, my body losing all its muscle and making me go weak at the knee. He let go of my hand that had been above my head and brought his attention to my hip, helping me keep from falling to the floor in pieces. My hands finally found themselves.
I slid one hand up over his chest and the other around to the nape of his neck. I curled my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer. He broke his attachment on my lips to let out a breathy gasp, pressing his forehead to mine. I couldn't open my eyes. I couldn't afford to see him look at me. What would I see there?
Disgust? Hatred? Regret? Irritation?
Immediately, I started pulling my hands away, realizing I had caused him to stop. Had he expected this to mortify me? Had he expected me to fight back, to stop him? And now that he saw I had actually been into it-
I nearly groaned out loud. He had done this in order to embarrass me further. Now he would go and tell everyone how, even though he ridiculed me daily, he could cause this type of reaction in me.
I wanted to smack myself. I wanted to be angry. But most of all, I just wanted to go home. I wanted to be alone.
Suddenly, Edward was at my ear. I hadn't even noticed him move, with all my thoughts. His breath was soft, warm. He smelled like honey. I nearly melted again.
"Let's go to my house," he whispered. My eyes flew open. As he pulled away, probably sensing my expression and wanting to look at it, I saw his eyes. Big, green orbs full of remorse and hope. I'm sure my mouth had dropped open. I was staring at him. I was trying to comprehend what his intentions were.
Eventually, my brain shut down again. I nodded in agreement. He smiled a little, the remorse in his eyes still lingering. I felt his hand slip to mine and entwine our fingers.
Somehow, with jell-o legs, I followed him. I followed him down the mainly deserted hallways. I followed him out of the building. I followed him through the parking lot, to his Volvo.
I was in a dream. I had to be. I must have fallen asleep while doing the lab, and now, here I was. I didn't dare try to make myself wake up. This was better than any dream I'd had so far. I didn't notice much as we walked. When he came to a stop at his car, he unlocked it and opened the door for me, stepping to get in my way. I looked up at him and he slid one hand, gently, up to my cheek. He did it so slow, so warily, it was as if he expected me to pull away. Why would I? I was dreaming.
He pulled me close, turning my face up again so he could place a delicate, sweet kiss on my lips. My heart fluttered. I wanted to fall apart, right there in front of his shiny Volvo, in the school parking lot. When he pulled away, I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes again. I still feared this was a joke. My dream would take a turn for the worse soon.
He helped me into the car and then shut the door behind me, jogging around to get to his side. I watched him, in disbelief.
Alright, Bella. Make the most of your dream. Don't let it ruin you, I thought to myself. He was in the car now, starting it. I still hadn't moved. He glanced at me and gave a quarter smile, the corner of his mouth lifting up in a cocky grin. He leaned over me and I leaned back, trying to make whatever he was doing easier. He reached for my seat belt and tugged it over me, buckling it. His arm had traveled across my chest, causing me to nearly gasp out. He looked up at me, apparently feeling the same spark of electricity I had. His eyes were growing darker, more lust driven. I swallowed as he put on his own seat belt and then peeled out of the parking lot.
The drive was silent. Neither of us spoke, there was no music. I didn't mind. It gave me time to think. I pulled my hair tie out of my hair, letting my hair have its escape. I was expecting myself to wake up at any moment. I wanted to make the most of this dream, but how could I with a center console in the way? No doubt, the bell was going to ring. So I settled for just staring at him.
He glanced at me, several times. He had even opened his mouth, as if he was going to say something. Probably to ask me why the hell I was staring at him. Why was dream Edward so nice?
By the time we were turning down the path to his house, my heart beat sped up. Why hadn't I woken up yet? Surely sitting through a car ride in a dream didn't happen. Didn't you just... I don't know, appear wherever you were going, in a dream? I swallowed, growing anxious. Maybe I really should try and wake up. Maybe I'd died.
As Edward got out of the car, I reached over quickly and pinched myself. Hard. I wasn't taking any chances. I muffled out a cry and shut my eyes with the pain. After a moment, the car door opened and I let out the breath I had held, opening my eyes.
Edward's hand was offered out, waiting to help me. I glanced up to see him, his emerald eyes nearly nervous looking. I looked around the car and sat there. What was I doing?
"Bella? Are you coming?" he asked, quietly. Another glance at him told me he was worried. Did he think I wanted to be taken back to school? Did I want to be taken back to school?
My hand darted out to rest in his at that thought. Even if this wasn't a dream, if Edward really had brought me here... I could figure out what had been bothering me, for so long. Why he treated me the way he did.
I'd seen the Cullens home several times before. Alice wasn't my best friend, but she was friends with everyone. When she threw parties, the whole school was usually there. Not to mention she didn't really take her brother's attitude on me lightly. I had seen her yell at him once outside of the cafeteria for how he treated me.
We stepped into the house and he closed the door behind me. When I turned around to talk, he brought his finger up to his mouth, calling for silence. I bit my tongue. He moved ahead of me and glanced around before backing up and turning to face me. He pointed upstairs and then started to climb the stairs. I followed him.
I followed him to his bedroom. When he urged me inside and shut the door to his room, I was thoroughly confused. I turned to face him as he faced me.
"What's going on?" I asked, keeping my voice at a whisper. We were obviously sneaking for a reason.
"Esme might be home. I'm not sure," he said, pushing away from the door and closing the distance between us.
"Edward, I-" I began, but he stopped me. I was going to tell him I didn't know what was going on. I wanted to tell him I was confused. I wanted answers to all my questions. But most of all, I wanted to know Edward Cullen.
He stopped me with a kiss. One simple kiss and I forgot everything I'd wanted to say. I forgot that I shouldn't be here, in the room of a bully. My bully. It felt like I belonged here.
I did belong here.
The kiss started out simple enough. I felt like he did it because being away from me, from my lips, for the length of the car ride had actually pained him. I know that's how I felt. It was a soft kiss. But it turned into something more. It was as if he was made of fire. Compassion and warmth was surrounding me, dragging me down into everything that was Edward.
The kiss was growing. Our breathing was coming a little faster, his hands were finding me again. Mine were finding him. I pressed my body forward to his, needing more contact than just our feeble hands. He groaned out, one hand on my hip and the other at the back of my neck.
"Bella," he breathed, pulling his mouth away from mine so we could both breathe. I didn't want to. I pulled him back to me a little.
"Please," I begged. I didn't know what I was asking for. Apparently, he understood me though. His grip on my hip tightened as his lips crashed down on mine again. Our kisses were broken more frequently, because either of us would need to breathe. In the space of time where we weren't kissing, we would soothe each other by rubbing small circles on the others skin. Sometimes, this was almost better for me than the kissing.
When he broke for breath the next time, he let out a soft growl and backed me up against the wall. I gasped out as my back met the cool structure and I opened my eyes to look up at him. His hand was in my hair, brushing it out of my eyes. He was searching me for something. His eyes were looking into mine, seeing everything about me.
He leaned forward and kissed the corner of my mouth before trailing kisses on my cheek, on my jawline. When he got to my neck, I moaned out and dug my nails into his back a little. My neck was a sweet spot. It sent chills down my spine and a message straight to my core.
He growled, pulling back a little and bringing his hand up to pull my hands off him. I whimpered and he smirked.
"Let me focus on you, I can't concentrate with your hands on me," he said. I swallowed as he took both my hands in one of his and raised them above my head. I felt bare, even with all my clothes on. I felt vulnerable, with my hands above my head. My heart beat was in my throat, tap dancing. I swallowed to push it back down into my chest.
He was back on me again, kissing my temple, moving to my ear and nibbling a little. He trailed a few kisses back to my neck and I leaned into him, moaning out and thrusting my hips forward.
"Bella," he said, his voice strained, begging.
"I can't help it," I gasped as he placed another soft kiss on my neck and my hips moved forward against his a little.
"I can," he said. Before I could comprehend his words, his free hand had snaked between our bodies and was resting between my thighs. I leaned my head back into the wall, feeling my blood kick into over drive. He rubbed his hand on me through my jeans, making me breathless. And then he was back at my neck again. It gave me another jolt of pleasure
"Edward," I moaned out, pressing my head further into the wall. His hand was so talented, working me up. When I thought the feelings couldn't get better, he surprised me by pulling away from my neck and moving to my collar bone. Then to the top of my shirt. He reached the swell of my breast, kissing, licking, sucking.
When he couldn't get down my shirt any further, he let out an unsatisfied growl and pulled his hand from my hips. I wanted to slip down the wall and lay in a heap, but his hand at the top of my shirt brought me back. He yanked it down a little, exposing my bra and started sucking on the skin that had been bared.
"Oh, God," I whispered, writhing against the wall. No one had ever touched me where he was, where he already had. I had done it myself, but nothing beat the feeling of a new set of hands on my body. I didn't know what his next move was going to be. But I lived for it.
"You taste so good," he whispered against my skin.
"Mmmm," was all I could reply as I pushed my chest out a little more to him.
"I need more," he said, nipping at my skin before he pulled away. I opened my eyes, feeling dizzy as he looked up at me. He was asking for permission. How sweet. I gave a small nod and he released my hands so he could rip my shirt off over my head. Before he could move back to me, I did the same to him, wanting equal measures of clothing.
He smiled a little as my eyes went over his body. God, the boy was ripped. I just wanted to lean down and rub my tongue all the way from one nipple down the silky trail of hair that led to-
"Later," he said, pulling me back to reality. I was licking my lips and apparently he had read my mind. I looked up into his eyes as he came closer. His hands reached out and touched my hips. Then slowly slid up my skin on my sides, his fingers rounding around my back. I got the chills and shivered. He smiled and leaned down to kiss me again. I could feel his hands inching up my back, reaching for my bra. I arched into him a little, wanting him to do it. I needed to feel him everywhere.
With a simple flick of his fingers, he had my bra undone and was sliding it swiftly down my shoulders. The action made me wonder exactly how many times he'd done this. A wave of jealousy ran through me, but then my bra was on the floor and I was anxious. I reached up to cover my chest, but he grabbed my arms. I looked up to see him shaking his head.
"Don't. Just don't... You're beautiful," he whispered, his eyes on mine as he spoke. My eyes fluttered closed, basking in his words. He thought I was pretty. I swallowed, trying to comprehend his words. I didn't know how two words could mean so much to me.
Before I knew what was happening, he had let go of hands. He moved one of his hands to my breast, lifting it just slightly so that his mouth could reach it. I cried out softly as his lips puckered around my nipple. I could have come undone at that second. I don't know how I didn't.
His mouth worked on my breast, making me let out a series of moans and obscenities. After a minute, I was gasping for breath. He pulled away quickly and pressed his hips firmly against mine, gyrating against me. I moaned again as his lips met mine, his hands gripping my sides, my hips, anything he could reach.
"Get on me," he demanded, his voice rough and breathless. He slid his hands down to my thighs, furthering his words. In one swift motion, he helped me onto him and had me forcefully up against the wall. He continued his hips movements against mine and I had to muffle my moans against his neck. I sucked on it gently, tasting the sweet saltiness of his skin.
His hips gave a particularly lovely thrust and I bit down on him.
"Fuck, Bella," he gasped out. I could feel our control slipping. I could feel my need to be naked growing.
"Edward, please," I begged, hoping he'd know what I meant again. I was too breathless to compose a sentence. All these things he was doing to me, I couldn't handle it. He held onto me and pulled me away from the wall, walking me over to the bed. He lowered me down and while he pulled away, he started littering kisses down my chest, between my breasts. I arched up into him, begging him to continue.
His hands went ahead of him, reaching my pants in a hurry. He began working the button, the zipper, before he started dragging them off me. When he threw them on the floor, I sat up with him between my legs. He was kneeling on both knees in front of me and I worked his button, then the zipper. In the same, quick manner, I began to pull his pants off, focusing my lips on the delicious area of his hip bone.
He pushed me back once his pants got above his knees and leaned over me to kick them off. I looked up at him, still not grasping the reality of the situation. I didn't want to. I just wanted him. I always wanted him. Only him.
He settled between my legs, the only thing between us my underwear and his boxers. He lowered his hips to mine, making me feel whole again as his body met mine. I took in a deep breath, still looking up at him as he was looking down at me. Then he closed his eyes and kissed my forehead before gently thrusting against me.
I could feel his erection against my core and cried out a little. I rocked my hips against his and got a moan out of him before I wrapped my arms around his neck. I dug my nails gently into his back and he hissed a little, bringing his lips to mine.
"Your nails are torture," he breathed and I sucked on his lower lip before replying.
"You're torture," I gasped, grinding my hips against his again.
"What do you want, Bella? I'll do anything," he said, moving so that he was whispering in my ear when he said anything. I shuddered. God, he was so seductive. The way he drew out the word...
"Please, I just need more," I begged, arching my hips up into him again to drive my point home.
"Need more what, love?" he asked, his teeth taking hold of my earlobe and nibbling on it. "Do you want my hand?" he asked, nudging my ear with his nose. "Or my tongue?" he continued, his tongue darting out to lick a long line up my neck to my ear. I cried out, grinding my hips against him in need. "Or do you want my cock?" he gasped into my ear, as if the thought of not having me hurt him. He was driving me crazy with his words. Was he speaking dirty to me on purpose?
"I want everything," I breathed out, leaning up a little so I could give him the same torture on his neck he had given me. "I want your hand," I whispered in his ear, sliding my hand down his chest, remarking in how smooth he was. He thrusted his hips against me a little. "I want your tongue," I said, my voice coming out more sexy than I'd thought. I drew my tongue along the column of his throat and he groaned out. I returned to his ear, sliding my hand up to tangle in his hair. "But most of all, I want you to fuck me, Edward Cullen," I said, pulling on his hair a little as I bit the spot where his neck and shoulder met.
"God," he choked out. Before I knew what had happened, he had pushed me down and broken my grip on his neck. He had torn my panties down off my body and placed his hand on my mound. I arched up into him and, with how wet I was, his finger slid right between my lips.
"Jesus, Bella," he groaned, sliding his finger slowly between my lips, coating his finger. I was about to combust. Surely, with one push of his finger I would orgasm. This was better than anything I'd ever felt. He moved his finger up between my lips and barely glossed over my clit, causing me to cry out. His cheek was pressed against mine as he focused on his hand. I could feel him gritting his teeth, trying to keep control.
He slid his finger up and down between my lips once more and I lost it. I dug my nails into his back and tossed my head back a little, unable to keep from begging him.
"Edward!" I pleaded, my heart racing. I needed him inside me, somehow. I couldn't handle it any more. I needed penetration. He complied. He forced his finger into me, dipping it in all the way.
"Oh, God," I cried out as he muttered "fuck" under his breath. He bit my shoulder as butterflies swarmed through my stomach, threatening to take me over. My muscles contracted around him, my chest was heaving.
"God, you're a virgin, aren't you?" he asked, pulling back a little so he could look at me. I couldn't open my eyes. His finger felt too perfect. Perfect, and yet not enough. I needed more. I needed him to move, do something. I pressed my hips up a little and gasped at the feel of his finger moving in deeper.
"Bella, I-" he started but I shook my head quickly, opening my eyes to look up at him.
"Please, I need more..." I begged, looking into his eyes. He looked worried, yet still driven with lust. "Please, don't stop," I whispered up at him.
"Like I could deny you a damn thing," he said. The next second, his finger was pulling out of me, then driving back in. My back arched up off the bed and he took the opportunity to slip his free arm around me. He pulled me up into him a little and began to drive his finger in and out, not letting me catch my breath. It was like finding out I was a virgin gave him a new need. What that need was, I had no idea. But I knew I was on the point of orgasm after only several seconds.
"Come for me, Bella. Come on, baby," he breathed in my ear. He pressed his lips to my cheek as I breathed heavily, my pathway constricting. Both of my arms were wrapped around his neck, holding on for my life. His fingers moved with such skill, as if he knew exactly the points to touch to make me come undone.
"God..." was the only thing I could gasp out as I arched my back and felt him finally take me over the edge with a hard thrust of his finger.
"That's it, come for me... Beautiful," he said, his voice rugged and weak. I screamed out as my airway finally let me, my body shuddering against him as all the pleasure exploded from my body. His finger slowed and stopped, staying within me. He rested his hand tenderly against me, lowering me back into the bed. My chest was heaving, my body still occasionally shivering. He placed kisses all around my chest, my neck, my face, trying to calm me.
"God, you're so incredible," he whispered, shutting his eyes and pressing his lips to mine again.
I was exhausted. I was confused. But most of all, I was thoroughly pleased. I was satisfied. His lips drifting slowly around my body calmed me into a quiet sleep.
A/N : ... Ahem. Reviews are appreciated. How many reviews I get will determine how long this ff will be. Right now, it's probably only 2 or 3 chapters... But I could be persuaded... Next chapter will be up soon.