Smut University 2013
Homework #4
I want you to write a kiss in 500 words. I want the whole shebang. The moments before, during and after. I want an entire story of the kiss, any situation, any pairing. I want to hear the convincing, I want them to use their words. Make me believe that the earth will stop revolving if this kiss doesn't happen. If you need help starting off, try this: "I walked her to her door…"
I walk her to her door at the end of our date like the gentleman my mother taught me to be.
"I had a great time, Edward," Bella says as she turns to look at me. Her words slice through the silent night all around us, her voice soft and sincere.
"So did I," I tell her quietly, afraid to disturb our cocoon of peace. I gently push some hair back from her face. "I hope we can do it again soon."
She inhales shakily as my fingers make contact with her skin. I know she feels the same hum of energy I feel whenever we're in the same room. It increases tenfold when we touch. I want to know what it will feel like when our lips meet. Hers are plump and pink, begging to be kissed.
I watch as she licks those beautiful lips without breaking eye contact. "I'd really like that," she whispers.
I take a deep breath, drowning in her scent, as our bodies drift slowly closer to each other. My voice comes out much softer than I anticipate. "Would it be too forward if …" I trail off, swallowing audibly as we continue to move together.
Her head tilts up, bringing her mouth within an inch of my own, her sweet breath blowing across my face.
"Yes?"
"I'd really like to kiss you," I admit in a whisper, drawing closer still.
"Please, Edward." Her fingers touch my waist uncertainly before dancing up my chest and taking root on my shoulders.
I slide my hand from her cheek to the back of her neck, tangling my fingers in her silky hair, and pulling her body to me with a hand on her waist.
My eyes close as our lips meet gently, but that's all it takes to set fire to my body. My first taste of her is exquisite, like the finest wine. And I want more. We move together as if we've done it hundreds of times, tongues mingling and retreating, teeth softly nipping, exchanging breaths.
Remembering my manners somewhere in the back of my foggy brain, I pull back regretfully. We're both breathing heavily into the cool night air, despite the brevity of our kiss. I open my eyes to find her face mirroring my own with a soft smile and swollen lips.
"I'd like to do that again, too," she confesses with a blush staining her cheeks.
"So would I," I confirm.