We last left our lovers in the bedroom….making cupcakes..
Edward walked slowly towards the bed, taking in the full sight of me. He wasn't that far away, I could touch him if I wanted to, but this was nice. Kind of like being appraised and surpassing expectations, by the look in his eyes.
He was indeed sculpted like a statue of a greek god. Perfect in every way. The air was thick with sexual tension, and then he smiled. It felt like my heart exploded, because this was a new kind of smile, one that I liked very much. He seemed to emit happiness through his pores.
He crawled onto the bed with a playful hesitation. All the while he was boring a hole straight through me. It was as if his eye sight was fire and everything he looked at, so hungrily, burned with sensations unimaginable to me before now.
He gently caressed my legs and arms as he made his way up my body to my mouth which waited for him longingly. He kissed my ankle, then my knee, then my thigh (my heart was ready to leap out of my chest at this point), my stomach, in between my tender breasts, my collarbone, my neck, and finally my mouth. He drowned me with his sent, he was intoxicating; he laid against me so that his hardness touched my softness. His marble against my flesh. He tangled his hands into my hair and kissed me like there was no tomorrow.
I latched onto him like a leech. I wrapped my legs around his stone torso and my arms around his neck. I was so lost in the kiss that I barely felt him shift and move one hand to my breast. He began to play and tweak as he pleased. He would continue when I made the right sounds and torture me for a little while to enjoy my reaction.
He slid his hand down my side, I was extremely aware of where his hand was heading. I urged him on in my mind. I'm so glad he can't read it, he'd see nothing but unclean thoughts now. His hand continued on the path to my womanhood and I was breathing faster in anticipation.
Finally, he reached his destination. His cold touch made me shiver, in a good way. I opened wider for him to get a better angle and he took full advantage, touching lightly and rubbing….
'Oh, I wish he'd just go in already!' I thought as a long finger was pushed inside, it felt so good and I was very greedy that I started to move in time to his hand and welcomed the next finger that joined the first. I was so very nervous about this, but I thrust Edward. He would never hurt me. This helped me relax and enjoy him more. He ravaged my neck and he continued his finger-play downstairs, seeing at it was difficult to concentrate on breathing and what he was doing to me.
Sorry it took so freakin long, but stuff happened...and well. REVIEW!