Kiss Me Now, Kiss Me Never

Chapter Four – Morning After


Betaed by lisa89


Bella

Holymotherfuckinghell! I stretched slowly, feeling my sore muscles contract, causing me to moan out softly. God, I was sore in all the right places and thankfully not overly so in all the wrong places. I had never participated in three hours of fucking. Not that I was going to tell the cocky bastard that. He'd probably try to outdo it.

Morning light filtered through the curtains, alerting me of the time. Fucking shit. I had never managed to spend the night at someone's house after having sex all night long.

It was one of my cardinal rules. Don't fall asleep where I fuck.

It was the rule that was right behind the no-kissing thing. I groaned internally, kicking myself for spending the night in this big comfy bed with rich Egyptian cotton sheets.

Oh, my tush loves the feel of these sheets over my skin.

I rolled to my side, but I met an obstruction. Correction – a fucking protrusion. Edward's morning wood.

I'd never seen a prettier dick in my entire existence as a sexual deviant. Pretty sounded too girly, though. Wonderfully, long, thick manscaped cock sounded better.

Now, that was a mouthful – literally.

I tugged on the sheet that covered the rest of his body from my inspection. God, his body was to die for. He had six-pack abs, his torso was long and lean, creating the perfect V leading to his groin, and his biceps were thick, but not overly so. He must have to work out daily to maintain a body like his.

Then again, if he fucked like the night before, three days a week, that would be enough of a workout. How hot was it when a man could hold you up against the wall with his cock and still have the use of his hands?

Fucking – scorching – hot.

While admiring Edward's sparkly peen (he had pre-cum at the tip), it fucking twitched at me. If I didn't know any better, I'd say it winked at me. Jesus H, was that thing possessed?

His dick twitched again. Why the hell was his dick twitching? Was he dreaming about fucking? I'd bet he could fuck in his sleep.

Sleepfucking – there was a new concept.

"Enjoying the show?" the cocky bastard asked, his voice thick with sleep. His abs contracted from his laughter, and I poked him in the gut.

"Hardly," I teased. "It's not worth the price of admission."

He growled and rolled on top of me. I squealed when he went straight for the nipples. Guys always went straight to the pretty barbells; they were shiny new toys to them. I hissed when his wicked teeth bit and pulled at one of my peaks.

"Baby, I'm committed to making sure you have the best show experience," he said huskily. He ground his cock between my thighs, and I moaned from need again. "How about a double feature?"

My eyes widened. Fuck, he planned to make me come two more times. Was he fucking insane?

I should've thought about increasing my insurance policy to a cool million. Death by Edward-induced orgasms. What a way to go.

Please don't let Emmett decide what's on my gravestone.

Here lies Isabella Swan

Beloved daughter, friend,

Erotic Writer

Death by Egasms

She came and went too soon.

"I promise high-def quality screams," he said, continuing like a fucking cocksucker. "So loud and hard you'll feel your body tremble." He teased by grinding his erection against my entrance. "And at the end of the first show, don't expect an intermission," he growled, and then he slammed into me.

I screamed like I was being hacked to pieces. Sweet Jesus, this man had a demonic cock like no other.

Then he opened his damn mouth and continued his taunting. He slowed his pace, shortening his strokes, almost at a standstill. "Because we're going straight through to the second showing, and baby, we aren't stopping for refreshments."

He was egging me on, trying to get me to beg. I wasn't above pleading at this point, but my teeth wouldn't detach from my lip.

I can't show weakness.

So I did the next best thing – I yawned.

His eyes widened and narrowed to a fuckhot glare. He leaned in over me, seemingly going for my lips. My breathing hitched, but his long tongue darted out and licked my bottom lip.

Oh shit. Then he trailed down my jaw toward my chin before taking a small bite and sucking on the delicate skin underneath. I moaned and writhed underneath him. Fuck, I loved his tongue.

If his cock was a demon, did that make his tongue his pitchfork?

"Just for that," he growled against my neck, "you're staying for the end credits and the deleted scenes." He fell back on his knees and grabbed his wood-and-leather headboard with one hand. With the other, he placed a small pillow under my lower back.

"Don't expect a commentary," he said as he pounded into me with determination.

Fuck me – fade to black.

~oOo~

I stumbled onto the floor and managed to somehow stub my toe on the footboard. Fucking this hard was bad for my coordination.

I found all my belongings strewn across the living room floor. I found my heels under the couch before the urgency to use the bathroom overwhelmed me.

Of course the bathroom was adjacent to Edward's bedroom. I didn't want to face the usual awkward "I'll call you," or "I see you around," that usually came with one-night stands. I had no idea how he'd feel when he realized I was still here.

I quickly padded across his room and found the door to his bathroom. My jaw dropped on the floor, because he had the most amazing bathroom. It was a wide expanse of space, the flooring made of stained concrete in rich earth tones. The sink sat on top of a floating cabinet with a wide mirror over it. The shower wasn't even enclosed. It stood along one wall with several knobs and fixtures. But that wasn't what made my mouth water. It was one of the shower heads. A large rectangle was embedded in the ceiling with over one hundred tiny nozzles – it would feel like a rainfall. I admired the bathroom for a minute longer before I used the facilities.

Thanks went out to whoever invented those little disposable toothbrush thingies for my fingertip.

As I snuck back through Edward's room, I couldn't help but admire him in such a serene state. He was too damn pretty, and the fucker knew it, too.

I liked confidence in men – Edward extruded it.

I sighed softly, gazing at his lips. So fucking perfect. Not girly pink, but pale and supple in their shape. I closed his door softly after I took one last lingering look.

I grabbed my heels and was starting to put them on when a lovely scent wafted through the circulated air – coffee.

Shit. I need coffee.

I knew Edward was fast asleep, and I hoped he wouldn't mind if I stole a cup. I left my heels forgotten by the couch and went into his state-of-the-art kitchen to his automatic coffee maker. Just above the coffee were mugs and travel mugs in his cabinet. I helped myself to some coffee, opting not to have sugar or cream.

I found a shopping list pad on a bulletin board by his answering machine and decided to leave him with something. It was only fair.

I jotted down a note:

Edward,

Thanks for the shows, and it was indeed a pleasant experience. ;)

Do you have a license to carry that thing?

I took a cup from your cabinet and left some $$$ for it.

Bella

Satisfied, I pinned it on the corkboard along with the smallest bill I had, a fifty. I didn't have any change.

Oh well.

I grabbed my shoes, dialing for a cab company on my cell phone. I took a few steps when I realized one of my fucking heels was broken.

"Fucking Frankencock and buns of steel broke my shoe!" I said loudly, cursing at my poor shoe – my eight hundred dollar shoe. My one goddamn indulgence besides pretty lingerie were my shoes.

"Frankencock," a voice said, followed by a laugh.

Of course he'd heard me, and of course he'd pointed out the one thing that would inflate his ego. Like it needed to get bigger.

I held up my broken shoe and chucked it at him. He sidestepped, but caught my shoe. He looked at it for a moment before his eyes darted to my legs.

"My cousin can have this fixed for you," he said calmly, throwing my shoe back at me. I squealed and ducked while it flew over my head. Edward laughed loudly. "You were supposed to catch it."

"I know I was supposed to," I said with a glare. "But I'm not at my best in the morning."

He smirked and started to close the distance between us. I gulped as his eyes roamed over my body, effectively eye-fucking me. Is it possible to come from eye-fucking?

If Edward Cullen was doing it, then hell yes.

If he looked any harder I was sure I was going to fucking turn into a pile of goo. He couldn't possibly want more after one…two…three…fuck, five times. He'd come five times since I'd met him.

He pulled me into his arms and nuzzled his nose into my hair. Fuck me, was he trying to be affectionate? "I beg to differ," he said huskily.

My breathing hitched as his hands slowly ran up and down my back. "What?" I asked, confused and a bit dazed.

He chuckled. "I said, I beg to differ" he said. "You are most definitely at your best in the morning." He moved his hands over my ass while his lips found that little spot under my ear. It was the one spot that caused me to moan every fucking time. "And at night, you're indescribable."

I pulled back to see if he was just playing more games, but honesty was in his eyes and on his face. I smiled and pressed my lips against his cheek.

"Indescribable, huh?" I said playfully. "Well, I can come up with a few choice words."

He cocked his eyebrows and wiggled them. "Well, you are the writer. Let me hear something."

"Hmm…let's see."

He looked so fucking adorable, looking expectant. I could be a bitch and pretend it was nothing special, but I didn't want to do that. For some reason, I didn't want to hurt him. Around him I felt…comfortable.

"Well?" he said impatiently, his hands settling on my ass. I thought for a moment, not used to being put on the spot.

"He moved with measured strokes that not only would bring us pleasure but ignite a fire within me. A fire that consumed me until it was unleashed in a blinding release, quivering around him."

He smirked smugly, clearly pleased by my impromptu words. "So, a fire that consumes you." He stroked the skin at the hem of my dress, his other hand moving slowly until it cupped the back of my neck. He laid small kisses and licks there, before taking my earlobe in his mouth, sucking softly. "So when I touch you like this…"

"It burns," I moaned.

Then my stomach fucking growled. Edward laughed, pulling back. He stroked my abdomen gently. "It's pretty late…"

My smile fell instantly. The fucking line men used when they wanted you gone. "Yeah, I get it," I said softly, pulling away. "I know how this goes."

The situation was what I always tried to avoid. I hated this part, and even more so now, for some reason.

"What?" Edward said as confusion marred his face. "Oh shit, no…God, Bella." He pulled me back into his arms. "No. I was going to say that it's pretty late, after lunch in fact, and I was going to ask if you'd like to grab some breakfast or lunch."

I looked up at him and rolled my eyes. "Really."

He nodded, and then he looked down. "Yes, and like I said, my cousin can fix your shoe, too."

"Why is that?" I asked.

"She's the one that designed them," he said, kissing my temple.

I had no idea what was going on with all the affectionate touches and kisses. Normally, something like this would make me hightail it and run. However, for some reason, I really liked Edward doing this. It didn't match with the cocky bastard, though, and that confused me.

"Your cousin is a designer for BlackPixie?"

"Designer and owner," he answered, leading me back to his bedroom. He took my coffee, taking a drink. He eyed me for a second. "Black. I figured you for a sweet tooth."

"Not when it comes to my wake-me-up coffee, but Starbucks is a mandatory stop every day."

He laughed. "Okay, I need to shower and personally, you reek of sex," he said. He ran his hand through his hair nervously. "Join me?" he asked slowly.

I sniffed my shoulders and scrunched my nose playfully. "You're right. Your jizz stinks."

This time he roared in laughter. "Hey, you didn't complain last night."

"I held my breath when I swallowed," I quipped. His eyes darkened when I said "swallowed." His Adam's apple moved slightly as he licked his lips.

He pulled me toward his fancy shower, quickly shedding his only article of clothing – his boxers. I bit my lip, watching him turn the largest handle, turning on the rainfall shower. He returned his attention back to me, and his eyes roamed over me.

"Edward," I said cautiously, and then I smirked. "I think I need help here." I motioned at the tie holding my dress together.

"I'd gladly provide you –" he whispered, leaning down to take a small lick at the corner of my mouth "- with all the help you need." My breathing hitched when he seemed poised to kiss my lips, but he descended until he reached my neck. His hands moved gently, tugging at my dress.

In just a few minutes we were both naked and wet. I was very wet as his hands roamed over my body, trying to wash every inch. Apparently I was really dirty.

My head lolled to the side when his tongue met the sensitive nerves around my belly button. I held onto his gorgeous hair as he knelt down and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. His wicked tongue dipped inside, and my body arched to get closer, but he held me still.

"What the fuck is this?" he asked as his tongue swirled around a tiny red heart.

"A tattoo," I moaned.

"I know that. Why here?" he asked, his fingers digging into my hips.

I groaned in frustration, because I really wanted him to keep going. "I have one of them on some of my erogenous zones."

"Fuck me," he said in a guttural moan.

"I would, but you seem to like where you are," I teased. I yelped when he bit the tattoo just right above my belly button.

"How many?" he growled.

"Eight," I whimpered as he continued licking and nipping at my flesh.

"Well then, it's time for me find all of them," he started. "And for every one that I find, I'm going to bite." He bit me again. "Lick." He licked and swirled his tongue over his teeth marks. "And suck."

I moaned and took a few steps back. He followed me, still on his knees, his hands twisting my body so that my backside was right in his face.

"Fucking Christ! On your ass," he said huskily. He stilled and one of his hands left my body. I looked over my shoulder and could see him as he ran his hand through his hair.

His eyes were glued to my ass when he suddenly clenched his eyes shut. I giggled, causing his eyes to snap open. His eyes were soft for a moment before he started to glare. I shrugged my shoulder and batted my lashes at him. His eyes narrowed slightly before he smirked smugly.

The hand that lingered on my hip tightened its grip as the other slid up my inner thigh. I swallowed heavily, and his gaze never wavered. His hand slid further up my thigh toward where I desperately wanted his touch. I moaned as his knuckles brushed against my entrance.

But his hand didn't stop there. He continued forward, circling my clit before his fingers and palm swept over my abdomen and touched the heart by my belly.

Oh my. I was literally riding his forearm.

He pulled me closer, licking his lips, his eyes still on mine. Then he bit me again – hard.

"Fuck," I hissed, arching my back away from him, essentially offering him to do it again. I wasn't though, because fuck, that hurt. "Damn it, Edward."

He chuckled against my skin and then swirled his tongue over the sore area. I moaned again, unable to contain it. The smug bastard kept up his ministrations, all the while laughing.

I tried to move away from him so that I could give him a piece of my mind. But he had other things in store for me as his tongue and hands held me in place. I started to pant with desire and need and the ache between my thighs started to bloom to an all-out-five-alarm fire.

I needed this to move along faster or I'd combust. I needed to fucking play with his ego. "I bet you can't find them all," I teased, pulling away slightly.

He growled as his hands moved to grip my hips fully. Oh God, what that sound did to me only adding fuel to my desire for him.

Shit, I could write a whole slew of books just on our adventures so far.

His fingers found another heart behind my knee, causing me to buckle from his touch. He pulled away slightly and kissed each of my cheeks. He lifted my leg back, groaning as I moved. He gave the little heart behind my right knee some attention before easing my foot back to the floor.

"Hmm, I can't find any more of the little treasures back here," he murmured against my skin.

"Higher," I said breathlessly.

"Is it hiding from me?" he asked before chuckling. I nodded dumbly as his hands caressed my thighs. He roamed higher, nipping playfully here and there. Then he stood up, his arms snaking around my waist. The water washed over us in a gentle rain, clinging droplets to our skin.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," he teased, sweeping my saturated hair over my shoulder. He stilled and hissed. He ground his hips against my ass and whispered in my ear. "Why here?" His fingers tapped on the hot, wet, sensitive skin between my third and fourth vertebrae. His tongue traced the tiny heart before sucking the skin into his mouth.

I moaned, bucking my hips. "I like," I whispered, "when it receives attention like this when I'm taken from behind."

"Fuck," he moaned, and his grinding against me increased.

His lips left my neck and clamped around my earlobe. His heavy breaths filled my ears while his lips wreaked havoc on my heart rate.

"If you keep this up, you'll never find the other four," I teased, amused that he couldn't control himself.

He growled, his arms tightening around me, and then he spun me around, making me dizzy.

He chuckled.

Asshole.

"Shall I continue?" he asked playfully. Smug jackass. His fingers were teasing my nipple, his free hand gripping my hips firmly.

He moved his hands gracefully over my upper body. The long fingers I'd admired the previous night traced every curve and swell of my body as if they were memorizing me. His touch was gentle and feather light in his exploration over my moist skin.

His soft lips and warm tongue followed the same path his fingers had lain out. He found the heart at my wrist, inhaling deeply and muttering, "divine," before lavishing it with his lips.

He continued in his quest; when finding nothing more, he wrapped my legs around his and lay me on the warm, wet floor.

"Will you tell me where the others are?" he asked.

I bit my lip and shook my head. He cocked an eyebrow, hovering over me. I propped myself up and tilted my head back, letting the water flow over me.

His lips continued along my ribs, his hands turning my body slightly, seeking another heart. I laughed as his fingers tickled me, earning a gentle laugh in return.

My heart clenched at the sound.

It was so familiar to me, but I couldn't place it. It wasn't the cocky laugh I'd heard last night – no, this was genuine. Flashes of a large pair of hands with calloused pads filled my mind. I watched as Edward's fingers traced my hips, realizing that they were the same hands.

The ones from my dreams.

"Do you play the guitar?"

He paused in his ministrations to look at me. "How –"

"You're a doctor, but your fingers are slightly rough."

He smirked. God I really was asking for it. "Do you like it rough?"

He pulled me closer to his body roughly. His cock teased my entrance, causing me to squirm in his grip. I needed to get him inside me. Now.

He laughed again and slid his cock over me. I whimpered, wrapping my legs around him to pull him closer.

He shook his head and mocked me. "I'm not done yet."

How the fuck could he stand it? I was about to explode here.

"Three little hearts to go," he murmured, restarting his exploring. His hands spread my thighs wide and he looked back at me, his eyes filled with hunger.

He'd found the heart on the inside of my right thigh.

I smirked this time, because he was about to really lose it. I opened my knees wider, and his eyes widened when he looked down at my pussy.

The only word he uttered was, "labia," before he dove right in.

I cried out as his tongue deliciously brought me to climax twice before he lost control. He hooked his arm under my knee and pushed it against my chest, plunging inside me. His strokes were deep but erratic in their pace. His expression was one of pure lust and desire.

Mine had to look the same. I'd never wanted someone as much as I wanted him.

That scared me to death.

"God, so good, Bella," he grunted, increasing his pace.

"Yes," I said lowly and in complete fucking satisfaction.

"Baby, play with yourself."

I moaned and did what I was told. It didn't take much coaxing because with one swipe, I was gone.

I cried out his name in a chant as I rode out the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had.

He followed soon after with a deep groan that started as a rumble in his chest. His eyes closed tightly as his body shuddered above me.

We caught our breath, nuzzling and just finishing up our shower. Edward, gentle in his movements, dried me off, his eyes always on mine.

I was in trouble – so much trouble.

To lighten the almost heavy air around us, I did what I always did. Pretended.

"You missed one," I teased.

He smiled and shook his head. "Well then, I demand a recount."

~oOo~

After having a huge stack of chocolate chip pancakes, I left a very confused Edward behind at the diner almost two hours later. It was better this way. I couldn't give him what he wanted. I never could.

I stepped out of the cab, telling the driver to give me ten minutes. I followed the well-known path and passed familiar headstones. I stopped at my destination, shivering as the wind picked up. I took the blush rose from inside my pocket and placed it over the headstone. I traced my fingers over the letters of his name.

"Hey, Riley."