CHAPTER 3
Part of me is hoping that his door will be locked. It isn't.
I step inside. It's dark and chilly, the scent of cigarettes lingers faintly in the air. Edward's bed is neatly made, untouched. I scan the room. In the moonlight I see only a few pieces of furniture, no photographs or personal effects. If I thought I'd learn anything new about Edward Cullen here, I was deeply mistaken.
I see a faint orange light in the periphery of my eye. It is a cigarette, burning brightly in the darkness, dangling leisurely out of the corner of Edward's lips. He sits at a wooden table, blowing smoke out the open window.
I wasn't expecting him to be awake. It's four in the morning and I can't sleep because he touched me and told me he wanted to fuck me and then he didn't. I'm so angry and hurt and humiliated. I told myself I was coming here to excoriate him, but I know in my heart that that isn't the whole truth. I suspect edward knows this and it just enrages me further.
Now I'm standing in front of him in my nightgown and I don't know what to say.
"I'm tired of staying away from you," Edward says quietly. I can't read his face in the dark.
"Then don't."
He takes a long slow drag off the cigarette. Minutes pass without another word spoken. I sink down on the bed covers.
"I can't be your boyfriend."
"I know. I don't care."
Edward grinds the stub into a small silver dish on the table. I watch as he pulls another cigarette out of his flannel shirt pocket and lights it with a match.
"Come here."
My body moves of it's own volition. I rise from the bed, stopping just shy of where he is sitting and shiver from the cool air emanating from the window.
"Are you cold?"
I nod. His eyes drift down to my chest, my nipples pert from the chilly air or Edward's gaze I'm not sure. Edward puts the cigarette back in his mouth. With both hands, he tugs the straps of my night gown down, exposing my breasts. Another pull and the thin white cotton falls to a pool at my feet. He motions for me to get on the table. I sit perched on the edge, completely naked save for a pair of white lace panties.
Edward leans back in his chair puffing on his cigarette, his face at eye level with my tits. For the moment, all the hurt and anger has melted away. I am just skin and heat and lust, waiting to be touched. My pulse quickens, in anticipation of what Edward will do next. With his free hand, he pulls the strap of my underwear until those drop to the floor too. He nudges my knees apart, spreading them wide on either side of his thighs.
I sit completely bare, just inches from his face. I'm overcome with shyness. He's seen me naked, but it wasn't like this. This feels more intimate somehow, even though he has barely touched me. That, and the fact that I am naked and he is still fully dressed. I resist the urge to hide, forcing my eyes to meet his. Edward is impassively looking at my body, cool as ever. He smokes, occasionally flicking his ashes into the silver dish next to my thigh.
He stares at me and I feel myself dissolving. I want him to touch me finally, relieve me of this delirious ache.
"Do you ever touch yourself Bella?"
I nod.
"What do you think about?"
"You," I answer honestly. My eyes involuntarily glance down at his pants, the tell tale bulge revealing he is not as unaffected as he appears.
Without another word, Edward leans in, casually sliding his index finger inside my heat. I gasp. Before I know it, he has slid it out again. He removes the cigarette from his mouth, replacing it with the finger that was just inside me, licking off my arousal.
"You taste good."
I'm speechless. I've never enjoyed having a man's face between my legs. I never wanted it as badly as I do now. All I want to do is knock that cigarette out of his hands and wrap my thighs greedily around Edward's neck.
He puts out the cigarette and rises from the chair. I watch, mesmerized as he drags the zipper of his jeans down, reaching in to pull out his thick hard cock. My mouth drops open, my breath quickens as Edward slides the head of his cock up and down the apex of my thighs. He rubs the velvety liquid all over my swollen labia. He enters me, just the tip for one delicious moment but withdraws.
"Have you ever tasted yourself?" he asks, rubbing slow, concentric circles over my clitoris with his cock.
I shake my head. I am incapable of coherent thought, unable to form any words.
Closer and closer. Please. I'm on the verge of begging for more, for him to enter me, fill me, fuck me.
"Get on your knees." His voice is sharp. He is no longer touching me and I feel only cool air on my wet skin. I slide off the table, dropping to my knees on the hardwood floor.
"Open your mouth Bella."
I part my lips.
"I want you to lick it."
Edward's eyes are trained on my own. Its a heady feeling, being watched as I lick my arousal off his cock, mixed with his own pre-cum.
Edward places one hand on the back of my neck. With the other he guides his swollen cock into my mouth, pushing it as deep as it will go and then sliding back out again. Edward places both hands on my head, running his fingers through my hair. Without a warning, he thrusts into my mouth. I relax my throat, taking him deep inside as he fucks my face.
He pulls out. I look up at Edward. He's no longer composed, his hair is wild and his skin has a light sheen of sweat. He takes my hand and pulls me up to standing again. He is behind me, running his large hands all over my body. One hand roughly massaging and tweaking my nipples, the other slowly driving me to the brink of orgasm. I lean into his still fully clothed body, desperately craving more friction.
"Do you like sucking cock Bella?" His voice a low, obscene whisper in my ear.
I nod, my eyes rolling back in pleasure as he rubs my clitoris with two fingers. Edward Cullen is no novice. He knows exactly what he's doing to me.
"Do you want to get fucked?"
Yes. Oh God yes. Again, I nod eagerly, my capacity for coherent speech gone. Finally, finally, he presses the small of my back down, bending me over the table. He rubs my ass with both hands, dipping his long fingers inside me, teasing and taunting me.
"Please..." I plead.
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me Edward."
He fucks me roughly against that table, our moans echoing loudly into the forest below. For that moment, there is nothing else but Edward. His breath, his heat, his skin on my skin, the sound of his body crashing into my own. He fucks me mercilessly and still I beg for more and more.
After it is over, he extricates himself from my body. I watch as he rolls the condom down, ties it up and discards it in the trash. The spell is broken. Edward bends down to retrieve my nightgown, offering it to me. I slip it back on. I don't know what happened to my panties.
There's nothing to say, so I reach up and kiss Edward on the cheek before returning to my room.
