This is my seventh story. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: Why the heck would Stephanie Meyer write a foreplay scene in a theatre during class? Anyways, they are her characters, I just had some fun with them.
Great! Monday again and I was already swamped with homework. Teachers are always saying they're here to help you, and then they pile on the assignments. Talk about being hypocritical! At least school was over and I didn't have to get more.
Edward had walked me to the car, helped me in and kissed my forehead – his usual routine. We were now speeding down the road at his, also usual, 90 miles per hour. I sighed, fearing I would never be used to it, and turned my head to face the window. Unfortunately, the blurring trees made me nauseous and I closed my eyes to help keep from throwing up.
"Are you alright, Bella?" Edward's smooth, musical voice asked.
"Ughh!"
"Would you like me to slow down?"
"That would be nice," I responded, a hint of frustration still in my voice.
What had been a mocking tone quickly became serious. "What's wrong, Bella?"
"Nothing, just school. There is so much homework."
"Would you like me to help you?"
"No, thanks."
"Bella?"
"Hmmm?"
"Bella, open your eyes, love."
I did as he asked and realized we were stopped. However, looking around, I found nothing but trees. There wasn't a road or house in sight, and this was certainly not the way to the Cullen's mansion. I looked over at Edward curious as to where he took us, and found him staring intently at me, love flooding his eyes.
He leaned over and unbuckled my seat belt. Then, in one swift motion, he gently repositioned our bodies so he was sitting on my seat and I was on his lap facing him. My heart was suddenly racing at the close contact, and I was gasping for much needed air.
"I love you, Bella," he breathed. My face was covered with his cold, sweet breath. I inhaled deeply to catch some of the delicious scent.
Gently, his hands glided across my clothed torso. They massaged my back, my waist, my stomach, my arms, and finally, my breasts. I arched my back toward him, needing more of his touch.
In response, he pushed my shirt off my body and repeated his previous motions. This time, though, he was kissing me. When I inevitably needed air, his lips journeyed down, placing feathery kisses along my neck and chest.
His hands and lips met at my breasts. As is mouth carefully licked, sucked, and kissed one breast, one hand massaged the other as the second hand held my back to keep from falling.
How sweet and passionate his touch was! All this time it had caused my lower body to react as well; I was terribly wet and ached for a release.
The eternity spent in our position was certainly not enough, but his mouth had returned to mine. The kiss was chaste but still conveyed all our passion.
"Breath, Bella."
Breath? I focused all my effort on inhaling and was met by his scent. The lovely smell was encouragement enough to continue. Clearly satisfied, I felt Edward reposition our bodies and my mind was pulled away from its focus on breathing.
My back remained in its position against the car, but Edward had slid the seat back. Now, my lower body was resting on his knees, leaving my entire self in his view. Nervous, I felt my face flush scarlet.
"May I?" he asked, tugging at my jeans. I looked up at his face. His eyes sparkled and held my gaze.
What had he said? I nodded my head. Whatever he wanted he could do.
He pulled my pants down, continuing to hold my watch. Once my jeans had made their way off my body, his fingers danced their way up my legs. Meeting at my core, one hand pulled my panties to the side as the other carefully stroked at my very welcoming body.
What a wonderful feeling. Such an amazing feeling. My body tingled and I moaned. The response encouraged Edward and I felt the pressure increase.
The feeling that had been building was nearing release. As one finger slipped in me, I felt myself collapse. The wonderful feeling of release was intoxicating.
Several long moments were spent in a peaceful silence. As I neared my return to complete consciousness, a low chuckle and hard impact filled my senses.
Opening my eyes to look around, I was now in the back seat. Edward, still chuckling, looked around the passenger seat at me.
"Get dressed, love," he said. I followed his gaze down to the floor where all my clothes waited.
As I got dressed, Edward began driving out of the forest and home. Despite his current activity, I was blisteringly aware of his liquid gold-stare watching me through the rear-view mirror.
