A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! I think this is probably what we've all been waiting for so I'm not going to drag this out. Special thanks to cullenbug for her edits - they made this just that much hotter. Enjoy!
After leaving the airport, I had berated myself for missing an opportunity to get to know the gorgeous man on the plane next to me, but had resigned myself to the way things were.
After finding him again, I had felt a mixture of relief and disappointment. Disappointment because he really was good looking, and it was a shame he had such a distasteful job; relief because maybe I hadn't really missed out on anything.
After two drinks with Edward, I feel terrible for having been so judgmental before actually having a conversation with him. I will admit I had made some broad assumptions about him based on his career. Apparently I was way off base.
He tells me he has a Masters in Sports Medicine, but he doesn't give me the whole cliché "paying my way through college" line. He tells me his friend Jasper, one of the blondes that went off with the girls, has always been a dancer and they both signed on to Thunder from Down Under after college because they wanted to travel and have some fun before they had to join the real world.
I find it incredibly easy to talk to him and quickly discover we have much more in common than I would have thought possible. He's kind, loyal, and incredibly sweet. I can tell how much he enjoys what he's doing right now, but it sounds like he's got ambitions beyond dancing, too.
He's telling me a story about how Emmett, another of the dancers, likes to hide the guys' g-strings just before they're supposed to go on stage, and as we're laughing I decide I'm not going to let myself have any regrets when it comes to Edward. Most importantly, I'm not going to let any more opportunities pass me by.
He eyes my empty glass and raises an eyebrow at me, silently asking if I want another. I shake my head, and his smile fades a little.
"Bella, I've had the most incredible time getting to know you," he begins, and it's obvious he thinks I turned down the drink because I'm ready for the night to be over. I place my hand on his thigh to stop that train of thought.
"Me too, Edward, and I'd really like to continue getting to know you. Maybe somewhere...quieter?" I suggest, hoping he understands the implication in my tone. The fire in his eyes tell me he does.
He immediately signals for the waiter, dropping more bills than are necessary onto the table once the check is placed in front of him. He stands and holds his hand out to me, a request and an offer. I accept immediately, allowing him to pull me up.
He tucks me against his side and leans close to murmur, "I actually live in a suite at Excalibur; makes the commute to work easy. Would you like to go there?"
I nod and he leads me out into the balmy night. I pull out my phone to let Rose know where I'll be then slide it back into my bag; Edward may be gorgeous and I trust him, but I'm also not stupid. My phone buzzes but I ignore it. I know what her response will be and I have more important things to think about right now.
Like the way Edward's thumb is slowly brushing back and forth along my collarbone as we walk. Or the way the muscles of his back flex as we walk. Or the way he smells.
We make our way through the lobby and into the elevator quickly, but after he presses the button for the 24th floor, he places me into one corner of the elevator and then steps into the opposite corner. I start to move back towards him, but he removes the hand that was raking through his hair to hold out and gesture for me to stop, causing me to halt my movements.
"I've been dying to get you somewhere private since I met you on the plane," he rasps. "This feels private, but isn't private enough for what I want to do to you. So please, Bella, you just stay over there and don't tempt me before I can do anything about it, because I don't think I'll be able to resist."
I smirk at him but move back to my corner demurely. We stare at each other across the space, waiting, wanting.
Finally, finally, the doors slide open. Edward gestures at me to precede him out of the elevator, then leads me with a gentle hand on my back down the hall. His key is in hand when we reach the door and he eagerly ushers me into the suite. [H1] "Would you like the nickel tour?" he asks quietly once the door has closed behind us. I glance around the cozy but gorgeously appointed space and am drawn forward to the wall of windows, the glittering lights of the strip laid out in front of us like scattered diamonds.
I see Edward step close behind me in the reflection in the glass and the charge between us is amplified in this quiet, private space. One of his hands lifts to sweep my hair gently over one shoulder, and then his lips brush feather-light across the now bare skin of my neck.
I lean back against his broad chest while his other arm snakes around my body to splay possessively against my belly. He pulls me flush against him and I can feel his erection, hot and heavy resting at the cleft of my ass.
"Bella," he murmurs, brushing more barely-there kisses against my flesh. "If you don't want this, you have to tell me now. You don't know how badly I've wanted this, wanted you. You've been all I could think of since I met you."
I am beyond words at this point, so I let him know my response in the way I arch against him and lean my head to the side to give him more access to my neck. He groans, and the pressure of his kisses increases along the column of my neck.
We stand there for I don't even know how long, Edward clutching my body against his as I struggle to even remember how to breathe, before he slows his caresses to my neck and steps back from me. I make a garbled sound of protest, but he's immediately back, spinning me gently in his arms before sandwiching me between his firm chest and the cool glass of the window.
Even with my heels on, he's a good 4 or 5 inches taller than me, and he leans down over me, surrounding me with his scent and his presence. Even though I seem to have lost control of my vocal chords, my hands still obey me, and I slide them up his sides before tangling my fingers in his hair.
He leans closer, eyes intense, burning with desire, anticipation, hope. I know the same mixture is displayed clearly in my eyes as I gaze back at him. "Please, Edward," I whisper throatily, licking my lips in anticipation.
My mother was right, "please" really is the magic word.
Edward crashes his lips against mine, hard and hungry. I respond eagerly, opening readily to his assault. His tongue brushes firmly against my lower lip, and I reach my own out to meet his. Our tongues tangle, dance, caress as Edward cards his fingers through my hair, holding my head in place for his ministrations.
Despite the hours of buildup, the kiss isn't frantic. We both know we have plenty of time to explore each other. The kiss is a prelude, a promise of pleasure to come.
I bring my hands down to his waistband and un-tuck his shirt, sliding my hands under the material to feel the warm, smooth skin beneath. His mouth leaves mine on a gasp, and he turns his attention lower, pressing hot, open-mouth kisses along my jaw and throat.
I lift my hands upward along his torso, feeling the muscles beneath my fingers flex at my caress, bringing his shirt up as I go. When I can't maneuver any further without his assistance, he reaches one hand behind his head and pulls the shirt off in one fluid movement.
I skate my hands along his bare torso, reveling in the silky skin stretched taught over rippling muscle. He's practically purring at my ministrations, and he dips his head back down to capture my lips again. His hands are skimming along my sides and back, and it's only when my dress hangs loose around my torso that I realize he was looking for the zipper.
I shrug out of the sparkly bit of fabric and let it pool at my feet, leaving me standing before him in the same panties he saw on the plane and the matching bra. He groans, and wraps his arms around me, crushing our bare chests together.
"I knew these would look fantastic on you," he whispers as he runs a single finger along the waistband of my panties just above my ass.
"They'll look even more fantastic on your floor," I respond, nipping at the juncture of his neck and shoulder.
Suddenly my feet are off the floor, and Edward is carrying me towards the bedroom. I squeal in surprise, and wrap my legs around him, locking my ankles behind his back. When we reach the bed, I expect him to lay me down and follow, but he surprises me by turning us around and dropping down with me on top of him.
I'm straddling him, and I can feel him pressed exactly where I want him, hard against soft. I grind against him, loving the friction, and he thrusts almost involuntarily against me.
"Christ, Love[H2] ," he pants, pushing my hair back from where it has fallen around my face. I lean down at the same time he leans up, and our mouths meet in the middle, battling for domination. I reach down and with surprisingly cooperative fingers am able to undo his belt and jeans. He lifts his hips and helps me slide the denim down his legs. He kicks the pants off and flips us over so he is hovering over me.
His erection is straining against his dark gray boxer briefs, and I suddenly have the thought that I'm glad he doesn't wear neon g-strings in everyday life. I almost laugh at the absurd thought considering the situation, but then he's undoing the clasp on my bra and easing the cups away from me, leaving me bare to his hungry gaze.
All thoughts flee my mind as he reaches up and swirls his thumb around one of my nipples while his mouth descends to the other, sucking it greedily into his hot mouth. I fist my hand in his hair, holding him in place and let out a wanton moan. I can feel him twitch against my thigh, and I press my leg more firmly against him.
He releases my nipple and I'm about to protest, but he begins pressing hot kisses against my stomach, and lower, and the protest morphs into a strangled moan in my throat. When he reaches the waistband of my panties, he raises his eyes to meet my gaze, asking permission to continue.
I lift my hips shamelessly, silently begging him to continue, and he obliges, sliding the lacy fabric gently down my hips. After he discards them to the floor, he returns to his position over me, gazing down at me. Usually I would feel self-conscious, being completely naked in front of a man as beautiful as Edward, but the way he's staring makes me feel safe, cherished.
He trails his fingers gently up my leg, letting them dip momentarily into the sensitive space behind my knee, before continuing up until he's just barely grazing my bare lips. In this moment, I am eternally grateful to Alice for insisting on the waxes, and then all thoughts of anything but Edward are banished as he slides a single finger through my slit.
"So wet for me, Love," he murmurs, pressing a hungry kiss against my mouth. I barely have time to respond before he's pulled away and repositioned himself between my legs.
"Only for you," I manage to gasp before his tongue replaces his finger, and he licks me from bottom to top. I throw my head back against the mattress, back bowing off the bed in pleasure. He brings an arm up to press against my hips to hold me steady, and then he goes to town.
I'm writhing and arching, fisting my hands in the sheets, in my hair, in Edward's hair, anything to try to keep me tethered to the Earth and the amazing sensations Edward is evoking.
I'm coiling tighter and tighter, until he curls two fingers inside of me as his tongue presses on my little bundle of nerves, and suddenly I am lost, the coil bursting loose violently. I am soaring, floating, falling, and Edward is there wringing every last shudder and spasm out of me until I lay limp and sated on the bed.
He wipes his chin on the back of his hand as he moves up and draws me in close to him, dropping soft kisses along my forehead, my cheeks, my nose. I catch his lips as they move past, and revel in the taste of myself on his tongue.
"That was the most incredible thing I've ever seen," he murmurs reverently, brushing a lock of hair back from my sweaty brow.
"It was pretty incredible from my end, too," I say, curling and rubbing against him like a cat in a sunbeam.
"Have I earned my nickname yet?" he teases gently, drawing me in for another kiss.
"Mmm, not quite yet," I mutter against his mouth. "Better work on that."
"Guess I better," he responds, pressing his hips against mine insistently. I reach down and snake my hand under the waistband of his briefs, feeling the leaking tip of his cock before wrapping my hand around his shaft.
"Oh fuck," he grunts, thrusting against my hand.
I rub him up and down, twisting my wrist at the top, snaking my fingers down to caress his balls at the bottom. His breath is coming hard and fast now, and it isn't long before he gently grips my wrist and pulls my hand away from him. I moue in protest and reach for him again, but he stops me.
"Fuck, Love, that feels too good. I want to be inside you when I come," he pants against my neck.
"God, I want that, too," I gasp as his hands reach down to spread my lips again. He fumbles in the nightstand for a moment before producing a foil packet. I take it from him and open it as he kicks his boxer briefs down his legs and onto the floor.
Now, I had seen pretty much all of Edward earlier in the night, but it did nothing to adequately prepare me for fully naked Edward. Fully naked, fully aroused Edward.
It's not until he chuckles and says, "See something you like?" that I realize I've been staring. I gather my wits and smirk up at him.
"Nickname well earned, cocky boy. Now let's see how well you use it." I slide the latex slowly down his shaft, giving him a few pumps for good measure, before he growls and pounces on me.
His kiss is slow and languid, deep without being frantic, as he positions himself between my legs. He hitches one of my legs around his back and lifts the other so my ankle is on his shoulder. His cock is right there, the tip brushing tantalizingly against my center.
I'm a needy mess again, and I lift my hips in demand. The movement causes the head of his cock to slip just inside me and we both gasp at the sensation.
I still and gaze up at him, meeting his bright green eyes. His gaze is searching, smoldering, and he must be satisfied by what he sees in my eyes because he begins to push inside me. Slowly, inch by inch, drawing out the experience, until he is completely inside and our hips are pressed together.
He feels so good inside me, his thick cock stretching me, making me feel deliciously full. He closes his eyes for a moment, gasping for breath, and when he opens his eyes again they are burning with an emotion I can't name but I feel just the same.
"Oh, Love, you feel so fucking amazing. You were made just for me, weren't you?" he grunts as he slowly withdraws and pushes back in.
I moan, lifting my hips in invitation. He's still withdrawing and advancing, agonizingly slow, driving me absolutely crazy in the best way possible.
"Please, Edward. Oh, god. Harder," I gasp.
"Harder?" he asks, snapping his hips against me deliciously, drawing another gasp from me.
"Yes. Yes, oh, god. Please."
He doesn't respond with words, but he begins driving into me. I clutch at his shoulders, feeling that coil tightening again. He's grunting and panting as he thrusts inside me, muttering curses and blessings, dropping soft kisses to any skin he can reach.
I am incoherent, snapping my hips up to match him thrust for thrust. I'm vaguely aware that I'm moaning and gasping his name every time he hits that secret place inside me, but I'm too lost to the sensations to care.
He's driving me higher and higher, and when he drops a hand to rub at my clit, I clench and shatter around him with a keening cry of his name.
Moments later his thrusts become erratic, and as he gasps, "Oh, shit, Love. Oh, Bella -" I feel him pulse and spill into me. He collapses, half on me, half on the bed, as we both try to catch our breath. I turn my head towards him, lips seeking, catching on his, and he returns my kiss gently.
It may be minutes or hours later that he gets up to dispose of the condom, and he returns from the bathroom with a damp washcloth which he uses to wipe me gently. He tosses the used cloth back into the bathroom and then snuggles in next to me, drawing the sheets over our still naked bodies.
"Stay," he murmurs, against my hair, pressing a kiss there, and I am grateful I get to postpone my walk of shame until the morning. Besides, I don't think I could walk even if I wanted to; my bones feel like jelly in my post-orgasmic haze.
I murmur my consent, and he draws me close, spooning me against him. His breath drifts soft and warm over my shoulder, and just as sleep is about to claim me, I hear him whisper, "Goodnight, Love." I try to respond but I think all I manage is a garbled "Nnngt Love" before I fall into a dreamless sleep.
A/N: *fans self* Phew, anyone else think it's hot in here?
That's the last regular chapter; just a short epi to wrap everything up next week. See you then!