Title: Ville De Luxure: City of Lust
Rating: M, loads of smut. Enjoy it.
Summary: Edwin entices his mystery lady and the two of them spend an unforgettable night together.
Disclaimer: Don't own LWD.
Chapitre Deux: The Awakening
Edwin's hands were shaking, his knees were weak...he was falling for her, hard. It hit him like a bag of bricks in the stomach, made him feel sick with fear and excitement. He hadn't felt this way about anyone since...ever.
Ever since he'd started university, he hadn't been himself. Not at all. In high school he'd been kind of a nerd, with his studies and loner ways. That is, until Michelle had somehow invaded his space and swept him up in the tidal wave of what it was like to never be alone again.
She was so clingy though and eventually Edwin had found his attention wandering to Mindy Mayer, the daughter of a famous pastry chef who'd come to London to get away from publicity for a while. Mindy was something of a cupcake herself, deliciously creamy white skin, perfectly red lips and wide green eyes. His relationship with Michelle had gone the way of the Dodo and Mindy latched onto Edwin and the two had started a symbiotic relationship of sorts.
Symbiotic because, to put it bluntly, Mindy was a total nymphomaniac. She got what she wanted from Edwin and in turn, Edwin learned how to please women in more ways that he'd ever thought possible. Needless to say Edwin got quite good at sex after that and at the end of a hazy, pleasure-filled eight months, they'd gone their separate ways.
So he'd never had a serious relationship since then, preferring hook-ups or the occasional date to anything serious. But once he hit college, and the ladies gave more freely, he felt more and more empty, like he was waiting for something to happen, for someone to come and wake him up from the haze of pleasure into something more real and lasting.
The time had passed in a slow-moving blur, it had felt like. In between his hook-ups he went to class, studied and got good grades. He had a few friends, knew a few people and eventually got invited to join the pre-law society. He craved more though, desperate to find someone he could emotionally connect with. His second year started and along with that came the introduction of iScene, a social networking site with forums and instant messaging for the university student to connect with other students at their school.
There he'd met Shieldmaiden. She was a fellow pre-law student, a few years older than him and smart as anything. He'd felt at first, like it would end up being another hook-up but she hadn't let him know who she was, their identities had remained a secret as a game. Then Edwin had started to feel differently about her and he didn't want her to know he was Hook-Up Eddie, as the girls called him. He found himself opening up to her, telling her what it was like to be raised by a lax father while his mother travelled the world in her career as a professional student, the confusion and uncertainty that his dad's remarriage had brought to his life and of growing up with a step-family and the trials and tribulations of that.
And she had never judged, she'd never made fun of him and she somehow understood perfectly what it was like. They'd connected so well that it was downright scary and intimidating to Edwin, to have these kinds of thoughts, to think about a future with someone he didn't even really know.
But as he danced with her, as they hung out at The Wall and downed jello shots together, swayed to the music, explored the sweet taste of her mouth a few more times and as he led her by the hand to his apartment upstairs (he paid one and a half times the normal rent for it but it was conveniently located, he had a lot of privacy and Mrs. Bernillo, the landlady and proprietor of the restaurant/club downstairs was constantly feeding him), he felt like he did know her. That he'd known her his whole life but had just now really seen her.
His hands were currently getting to know her better as they roamed over her lithe, tight body. They were lying together on his couch as they kissed softly again and Edwin only thought briefly of turning the lights on to see her before the thought went out like a puff of smoke.
He tasted her mouth again with his tongue, drawing out their kiss and exploring her shape with his slender fingers as she wound her own in his hair, pulling his face as close to hers as possible while they continued kissing. His hands skimmed her body, slipping down as far as he could reach to tug on the bottom half of her dress, inching the hem upwards and exposing milky legs. He slipped his hand upwards again, pressing it across the expanse of one hip, rubbing circles over it and making her shiver under the touch.
He broke the kiss to tug on her panties, eager to feel her under him. She shivered again and arched upwards, pressing against him and he could feel his arousal straining at his pants, desperate to escape confines and claim its place within his captive conquest. He throbbed and quivered and he wanted to take her here and now but he wanted to hold out a little longer too. He was a bit buzzed from the jello shots and he wanted to hold off until his head cleared a little. Instead he continued kissing her and slipped his hands into the waistband of the silky soft fabric she wore under her dress.
She was hot, moist and eager for him, he could tell. He ran his fingers along her slippery folds and rubbed over her clit before slipping one finger, then a second inside her, testing her readiness. She squeezed her thighs together around his hand and she whimpered.
"I...I..." she stammered. Shushing her gently, he moved his fingers slowly in circles, teasing her out a bit. With his third finger and thumb, he rubbed her clit, creating warm friction that was sure to drive her into a slow downward spiral.
His tongue slid inside her mouth as well, as he resumed kissing her again. She arched up as his hand teased her, trying to draw him more inside her. She kissed him back fiercely, making his head spin until he was certain he was about to pass out from lack of oxygen. He teased her with his fingers a bit longer until he felt she was good and ready for him before sliding them out and silently holding them up in front of him. She smelled deliciously feminine to him and he longed to taste her, but first he wanted to see what she would do.
She reached out and pulled his fingers towards her, taking them into her mouth to lick the sweet taste of her own juice off of him, which made Edwin feel a little lightheaded with lust. He grabbed her face and kissed her hard, dominating her mouth with his tongue, eager to taste her for himself. Their tongues curled around and around each others as they tried to satisfy their own hot desires.
Edwin moved a hand over her breasts to knead lightly through the fabric and decided there was too much between them, so he pulled her to an upright position and slowly peeled her dress off her. Her mask fell off as well but she pressed her face to his to kiss her again and he couldn't see her face anyway in the pitch-darkness of his apartment. He could tell she was wearing a lacy, red bra though. All control left him when he saw the perfect globes of creamy flesh straining at the soft red fabric and he practically ripped it off her before latching his mouth over them one at a time to taste her taut nipples and soft breasts.
She whimpered again, a soft sound in the back of her throat and touched his dark hair lightly and Edwin entwined his fingers in hers, fitting them together neatly. She was starting to writhe under him, clearly entranced by the spell he wove over her with his expert mouth and hands.
He moved downwards, drawn by her intoxicating scent, wanting to taste it with his own mouth this time and he tugged her underwear down with impatient fingers before slipping his tongue between her folds. He let out a moan of delight that nearly undid her. Nipping lightly at her, he pushed his tongue deep inside her and suckled not at all gently on her hot clit. She was so delicious and soft and everything about her was made to satisfy him, it seemed. He couldn't get enough and continued using his tongue and lips to play with her until she was brought over the edge twice.
She was ready, he was ready, he was so hard it was almost painful now and they couldn't get his clothes off fast enough. He struggled to maintain some composure while she practically ripped his pants off and moved over him, settling on top of him like she owned him.
One deep, hard thrust and they were together as one. He could feel her warm softness wrapped around him like a blanket and he wanted to stay there, buried inside her and never leave. Unfortunately, he was already close, he could feel it building inside him as he struggled to hold off for a bit longer, wanting to make their union last.
She was above him, driving him crazy with deep, rocking motions that made him feel incredible and exhilarated. He pulled her down and kissed her before grabbing her bottom and pushing it against him, coming hard inside her. She came a second later, moaning his screenname which made him smile and kiss her again. They collapsed together, panting and taking in great gasps of air to try to slow down their racing hearts. Edwin pulled her close to him, her head on his chest, his on top of hers as he wound their fingers together once again.
A feeling of peaceful drowsiness settled over them both as they lay together, spent from the sheer incredibleness of their time together. They stayed there for what seemed like hours, just dozing and holding occasional, brief conversations. Nothing seemed necessary to say or do, other than just simply being together. Finally, she checked her mobile clock around three and told him she absolutely had to leave.
After a quick promise of meeting at the Starbucks down the street at two in the afternoon, later, she finally unfolded her long limbs from around his body and stood up to go. Edwin smiled as he watched her dress in the darkness and leave. He settled into sleep once more, feeling more content and happy than he had been in a long, long time.
A/N: I was toying with the idea of not introducing the identity of the mystery man till later but I wanted to write in Edwin's POV and I figured that it was rather obvious anyway. Enjoy and praise be again, to Miranda for her patience and ability to see the overuse of 'thrust' from a mile away. Check out Ville De L'amour, if you like this story. It's the Dizzie side of the coin.
