AN: Thank you to everyone for reading and for putting me on story/author alert. I'm so honored that you spend the time to read my shit! A special thanks to those of you who review. Seriously, your kind words make me want to keep writing. Thanks to my betas/pre-readers for their support: TFX, Imdominating, Kimpy0464, shiseido7 and weepwah. Your support means the fucking world to me. Seriously I was so nervous to post this one.
**This chapter is rated M for a reason! Mild drug use and lots of pervy stuff going on here.**
SM owns the characters. I own the best bathtub in the world for bubble baths. Srsly, it's my sanctuary.
~x~
EPOV
I was such a bastard for leaving Bella alone in her apartment, on her birthday no less, but I couldn't have lived with myself if I stayed. There was no way I could ever look at myself in the mirror if Bella woke up the next morning regretting anything we had done. I wasn't about to risk fucking shit up with Bella. She was capable of spinning my entire world upside-down and was worth waiting for. Yes. She was worth this absolutely painful erection that I harbored beneath my jeans.
It was much darker outside as I made my way to the car. I drove home in a haze, all the while thinking about the events of the afternoon and evening.
A large grin invaded my face, it was a smile so wide and unyielding, that my face began to cramp in protest. I must have grinned more today with Bella, than I ever had with Tanya. The muscles in my face had atrophied from all of the time I wasted not being entirely happy with Tanya.
Looking back, I realized I never felt that spark with her that I immediately felt with Bella. Tanya and I had a comfortable companionship, and we certainly cared for one another in the beginning, but we would never have made it in the long run. I just couldn't picture walking down the aisle with Tanya on my arm. Her leathery, synthetic tan and over-teased, strawberry-blond hair never felt natural in my hands.
Bella on the other hand, felt like an extension of myself when my hands made contact with her exquisite body. She was warm, smooth, soft and natural. She didn't need layers of make-up, a tanning bed, or an entire bottle of hairspray to be beautiful. She simply was. It just radiated out from within her gentle soul.
Suddenly an image of Bella wearing a long white gown, holding a bouquet of blushing roses, beaming up at me with her rosy cheeks and deep, molten, chocolate eyes, flooded my vision. I was able to picture Bella in a way, that I never pictured Tanya, after only knowing her for roughly six hours. Whoa, fuck. Six hours. You need to slow your ass down, man. I thought.
I had barely made it out of the car and into my condo when I got the urge to send Bella a text message. I plopped down on my couch, and Blizz strolled over to say hello before promptly trotting off again. He'd always been a pretty independent cat. I scrolled through the contact list and looked for her name. I didn't see it. Panic rocked my body as I thought the worst. She didn't program it in? I watched her do it! What happened?
I flipped through my list of contacts, in a frenzy, searching for her name. I paused at an unfamiliar entry and I laughed out loud, filling the empty silence of my living room. I checked her business card just to make sure the numbers matched, and they did. In her drunken state, Bella must have inverted the letters of her first name, because there was her cell number listed as Lebba Swan.
I couldn't resist the urge to poke fun at her drunken slip of the fingers. I thought about texting her, but I really wanted to hear her voice. I dialed her number and she picked up after three rings.
"Hello?" She answered, not sure who was on the other line.
"Bella," I said her name as I let out a small sigh, "It's Edward."
Her voice was softer this time as she said, "Hello, Edward." I heard the smile in her voice as she said my name. "I'm glad you called. I realized after you left, that I never properly thanked you for your kindness today," she paused momentarily before her voice became harder, and she continued, "Even if you did leave me high and dry tonight."
"Bella, please don't be angry with me. It pains me greatly to think that I upset you on your birthday. I just... Bella, I..."
"Edward, take it easy. I'm only teasing you. I know why you had to leave. It was probably for the best, as much as I don't like it. I'm not going to lie though, you are missing out on one hell of a delicious breakfast tomorrow morning." Bold Bella was back.
Even I could hear the relief in my voice as I realized she was only teasing. "That's a shame, breakfast is my favorite meal of the day. Might I ask what you're making?" The vision of Bella wearing an apron and nothing else swirled in my mind. It didn't matter what she served, I would eat it willingly.
"I'm making my favorite, bacon waffles with warm maple syrup." My jaw dropped and my mind screamed, Could this woman be any more perfect?
"Am I able to make a reservation for a table for two?"
"That depends on who would be joining you." I could hear the enjoyment in her voice. It was nice to see that although the alcohol was mostly worn off, Bella was still willing to be playful. Talking with her, whether in person or on the phone, was so effortless. There were no awkward silences, or one-sided conversations, just the occasional word vomit.
"I'd like to dine with this beautiful brunette I met today. She's sexy as hell, and just as sweet as candy. Her name is Lebba."
"I'm sorry, what?" She asked harshly, all playfulness was gone. Bella obviously had no clue what I was referencing and I couldn't help it. I laughed. Hard. This was apparently the wrong thing to do.
"Is that some kind of sick joke, Edward? Who the hell is Lebba? Just how many women do you pick up in a day?" Oh boy, she was furious. Time for some damage control.
"Bella, shh, please listen. I'm sorry, I was trying to be funny. You see..." I paused, running my hand over my face and through my hair, tugging at the very ends, causing it to stick straight up.
"When you entered your number into my phone, you typed your name in as Lebba Swan. You were still a little drunk and you transposed the B and the L's. I thought it was too cute not to kid you about. Fuck. Here I go again, upsetting you on your birthday. I'm sorry, Bella. Really, I am." I back-peddled as fast as I could, just hoping she would find some humor in the situation.
The other end was silent for what seemed like an eternity. "Oh," was all she said for a moment. I thought I could actually hear her blush creeping up her angelic face. "I, uh, guess I owe you an apology for jumping to conclusions, Edward. I'm sorry."
"Bella, there's no need to apologize. It's my fault. I wasn't thinking." I grew very quiet, at a loss of anything more to say. Thankfully, Bella took the lead.
"Is there, um, any chance you'd care to join me for breakfast in the morning?" Bella asked shyly, almost as if she were afraid that she'd put me off with her explosive tirade.
A broad grin overtook my face once more. "I'd love nothing more. What time?" I asked, already anxious for the following morning to arrive.
"Well, I'm a bit of a bum on the weekends, and I usually sleep in, so how about ten o'clock?"
"That sounds perfect," and it did. I was thrilled that I'd get to see her again so soon. I'd never felt this before. This need to be in her presence at all times. She was consuming my every thought, action, and deed. I craved her, like an addiction. "So what do you have planned for the rest of the night?" I needed to picture her in her apartment. I hoped it would help me feel more connected to her somehow.
"I'm about to draw a bubble bath, listen to my favorite album, light some candles, and soak in the tub." My dick was hard in two-point-five seconds as I pictured Bella submerged under water, beneath a rich, thick blanket of velvety suds. Bubbles cascaded down her chest as she touched her breasts with one hand, while her other hand teased her freshly waxed pussy. Her pouty, pink lips slightly separated as she panted with pleasure and moaned in ecstasy.
I was deep in the midst of my fantasy when I realized Bella had started speaking again. "After that I'll probably just pop in a DVD and peetyeffoh."
Huh? Was that English? "I'm sorry, but what is peetyeffoh?" I questioned.
Bella giggled, and it was my new favorite sound. I made it my personal mission to hear her laugh as much as possible from this moment on. "Sorry, I sometimes slip into speaking in anagrams... you know, text-speak... PTFO stands for Pass The Fuck Out." She giggled again, and my cock wept with joy. I was going to have to take care of that, soon.
"What are you doing for the rest of this evening, Edward?"
"I'm going to spend the rest of the night thinking about you in the tub, being jealous of those bubbles," I said, in what I hoped was a deep, seductive purr, and I'm cursing the fact that I'm not in there with you, my mind added.
"Be serious, Edward," she admonished, but I could hear the lift in her voice and envisioned beets on her cheeks.
"Oh-ho, trust me, angel, I am completely serious," My tone of voice left no room for doubt. "Do you even know how desirable you are to me, Bella? Do you truly understand that the reason I left you tonight, was because I know that I have close to zero self-control around you? That it took every ounce of my willpower not to ravage you on my massage table back at the spa?" I pleaded with her, begging her to understand how greatly she affected me.
I was met with silence.
"Bella?" I spoke softly, terrified that for the second time that day, I'd scared her off with my needy declarations. "Bella, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have divulged so much all at once. I don't know what it is about you, but my mouth runs before my brain can process it. Fuck, I just want you to know that I'm really thankful that I met you today, and that I got the opportunity to know you a little more. I'd still very much like to join you for breakfast in the morning, that is, unless you feel the need to file a restraining order against me," I tried like hell to make a joke, but part of me worried that she really would file one.
"Um," Bella's voice came out breathy and soft. "Edward, I really don't know what to say, I'm flattered, I... Of course I'd still like to see you in the morning."
The doubt that had been weighing down on my heart instantly vanished with her words.
"I should probably say goodnight, Edward. My bathtub is almost filled and I don't want to waste the hot water. I will see you in the morning?" She stated like a question.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world. Goodnight, Lebba." She giggled at my use of her new nickname, said goodnight, and we hung up our phones.
What a day! I thought to myself. I picked myself up off of the couch and headed to my bedroom. I peeled off my t-shirt and jeans, and threw them in the laundry basket. I had so many feelings coursing through my body at the moment, I felt completely on edge. I figured a shower was in order to wash away the lingering doubt I had over my actions today. I was angry for allowing myself to get involved with a client.
I replayed the day over and over again until I came to the conclusion that no matter what, I could never regret meeting Bella. The circumstances surrounding our meetings weren't just mere coincidences. I had to believe that if I was going to have any chance at not fucking this up.
I stepped under the stinging hot spray of the shower, reveling in the way the water eroded away the stress of my evening. My thoughts immediately turned to Bella, naked in her bathtub. My earlier fantasy of her touching herself returned, my hard-on, on the other hand, had never left. My left hand found it's way to my cock like a magnet, stroking and tightening my grip as I pumped my fist up and down my smooth, hard flesh with varying amounts of pressure. My right hand tugged and cupped my balls, this time envisioning Bella's hands doing the actions of my own. I could see her brown eyes, hooded and glazed, boring into mine as her pink tongue peeked out and touched the corner of her mouth. My eyes scanned down her body. The water clinging to her petite form like a second skin. Her vag was completely bare and glistening with her arousal. My fingers just ached to slip between her folds and see her come undone at my touch.
She picked up her pace, panting all the while, as she closed her eyes and smiled seductively. My breathing picked up, I heard a tinny ringing in my ears, and I knew I was getting close to my sweet relief. In my fantasy, Bella's mouth replaced her hand and I laced my fingers through her slick, wet hair, urging her to quicken her pace. She sucked and nibbled with no hesitation, her tongue laved at the tip of my erection before taking me all the way in. The tip of my cock hit the back of her throat while she tugged at my balls. My sight left me and my ears went deaf as my orgasm rocketed through my body, a long stream of semen finding residence on the shower wall before the water washed it away, removing all evidence of my well-played-out fantasy.
I was overwhelmed with euphoria. I'd never come so hard, so intensely before. I tried to gain control over my breathing. I sat on the shower bench and put my head between my knees gasping for air, the water continuing to beat down upon me. I struggled to find the balance between oxygen and carbon dioxide. Inhale. Exhale. In. Out. Rinse. Repeat. My heart-rate calmed, my breaths steadied and I stood once more beneath the cleansing stream. I was completely spent from my orgasm, and my bones felt like they were made of rubber.
I washed off the remainder of the day, quickly dried off, threw on a pair of scrub pants, and went to the kitchen to fix a drink. I opened the fridge and stared at my beer selection. Nothing looked good to me tonight. I wasn't in the mood for liquor either, besides, I didn't want to have any sort of hangover in the morning when I was with Bella. After a few moments of deliberation I decided that tonight called for a different method of unwinding.
I walked into my bedroom and grabbed the jar and some papers from my nightstand drawer. I needed to remember to thank my brother-in-law, Jasper, for leaving his herb behind the last time we hung out here. I didn't smoke very often, but every once in a while, it called to me. Tonight was one of those nights. I needed the mellow buzz if I had any hope of sleeping tonight. I deftly rolled a J on the dining table, grabbed a lighter and a bottle of water, and headed out onto the balcony.
I sparked the lighter and held it up to the tip, burning off the excess paper and igniting the cherry. Smoke billowed upward as I brought the joint up to my lips. I took a long, hard drag. The sweet, floral flavor filled my mouth and teased my taste-buds. Damn, Jazz got some good fuckin' shit. I opened my mouth and closed off my throat, allowing the smoke to rise up. I French-inhaled through my nose, before expelling the recycled smoke.
I leaned against my balcony rail, enjoying the cool, clear, September breeze, and looked out over the Seattle skyline. The moon was casting a magnificent glow as the backdrop to my city. I took a few more hits, examining the smoke unfurling from the tip. The paper turning brown and shiny as it burned down. I took one last drag before suffocating the embers. I already had a nice buzz, no need to get completely baked tonight. I uncapped my water, thankful that I had thought ahead to alleviate the dry, fuzzy feeling in my mouth left behind by the marijuana. I took several large gulps, the water helped to rinse out the stale flavor of the resin as well as lubricate my throat.
Feeling nice and relaxed from the events of the shower as well as the effects of the weed, I headed back inside and readied for bed. I absentmindedly grabbed my phone and flipped through my contacts list and searched under the L's to find Bella's number. I decided to send her a goodnight text. I'd hoped she would still be awake.
How was your bath? - E
R-rated ;)
how was thinking about me in my bath? - B
It was positively NC-17
What are you doing now? - E
I'm curled up in bed with Bish
I have to rest up, I have a hot date in the a.m. - B
I've never been jealous of a cat before - E
I'm sure you'll be BFF's with my pussy in no time
Sweet dreams, Edward ;) - B
Are you trying to test my self control?
Now go and PTFO. I'll see you in the morning.
Goodnight Leb - E
Christ what was this woman doing to me? All that talk about her pussy made me ridiculously hard again, but I was stoned and didn't have the energy for a long drawn out fantasy. I jerked myself off, fast and hard, picturing Bella's naked body splayed out on my massage table. I came quickly, whimpering Bella's name. I cleaned myself off, brushed my teeth and climbed into bed. I was ready for sleep to claim me. After all, I had a breakfast date with Lebba, my beautiful swan, in the morning. With that final thought, I drifted off into a peaceful sleep, a serene smile plastered to my face.
~x~
BPOV
I awoke at eight-seventeen Saturday morning to Cecilia batting at the curtain rod on my mini-blinds. So much for sleeping in, I thought. She did this whenever she wanted my ass to get up and out of bed to feed her in the morning. This bitch of a cat was so persistent when she's hungry. She noticed I was stirring, so she jumped on the bed and walked across my bladder, knowing that this would have the desired effect to get me out of bed. Shaking the sleepy fog from my head, I bolted out of bed and ran into the bathroom where I relieved myself of all that water that I'd drank the previous evening.
A smile passed over my face as I thought about how adamant Edward was that I drink so much water. But I had to hand it to him, I had no hangover whatsoever, and with the amount of alcohol I drank yesterday that's saying something. I washed my hands and brushed my teeth, purposefully making the cat wait to get her precious breakfast. I usually remembered to put food in their bowls before I go to bed, but I was a bit... distracted... last night. I fed the cats, plopped back in bed and replayed the events of last night.
After an extremely intense phone conversation with Edward, in which he explicitly explained his desire for me and rendered me completely dumbstruck, I took a much needed relaxing dip in the tub. I hooked up my ipod and selected the Simon and Garfunkel: Concert in Central Park album. I carefully stepped into the tub, my body needed several moments to adjust to the heat of the water, and the sensation of the bubbles. I thought back to what Edward said on the phone, "I'm going to spend the rest of the night thinking about you in the tub, being jealous of those bubbles." His words resonated in my ear. I didn't completely understand the reason Edward found me so desirable. He told me he was greatly affected by me, but I didn't know why, exactly. Why me? I decided not to doubt myself, and just be grateful that he wants to spend time with me.
I dunked my head below the water, wetting my hair, preparing to wash it with my favorite Philosophy Hot Cocoa shampoo and body-wash. The scent of the cocoa mixed with the steam of the bathtub and diffused throughout the bathroom, enveloping me in the comforting aroma. I took my loofah and saturated it with the cocoa body-wash creating a rich, foamy lather. I started at my neck and worked my way down my chest. The rough material of the loofah creating a delicious friction over my nipples.
Images of Edward flashed before my eyes as I remembered, in detail, his handsome, chiseled features. The planes of his face were a sculptor's dream, hard and masculine. He had deep, crystalline, emerald-green eyes that sparkled with mischief, peppered with long dark eyelashes. Thick manly eyebrows, capable of relaying any emotion, enhanced his perfect face. My favorite of all, were those smirky lips that I could kiss and nibble forever, and never tire of them.
Fantasizing about kissing Edward, our tongues dancing and caressing, caused a stirring deep within my belly. I washed the last of my body and rinsed off the loofah, hanging it on the faucet. I slipped down in the tub, rested my head on my bath pillow, and bent my knees allowing one leg to drop to the side. My right hand trailed down my torso, inching toward my now slick pussy as the fingers of my left hand pinched and tugged at my breast. The hand between my legs found a pleasurable rhythm; the heel of my hand ground against my clitoris as my fingers poked and teased my hole. My hips raised up and eagerly met my probing fingers, the buoyancy of the water assisting the movement of my hips.
I pictured myself laying back on the massage table panting and waiting for Edward to join me. He was sporting a mammoth, throbbing erection, stroking himself before he pulled on my legs scooting my ass to the edge of the table. His head dipped between my legs, errant hairs tickling the sensitive skin at the apex of my thighs, his tongue lapping up my juice. Once he was satisfied that I was lubricated thoroughly, he stood up straight, aligning his cock with my pussy, and slid into me, stretching my walls to accommodate his mass. I added a third finger to the fray and continued to pinch and tweak my nipples. I was on the brink of orgasm, all I needed was a scant more stimulation. I brought my left hand down to join my right. With both hands working in tandem, I imagined Edward slamming into me and it was his fingers that pinched my clit rather than my own. That was all I needed. My body writhed in the tub and I rode out my orgasm, my walls fluttered around my fingers and my breathing stuttered as I opened my eyes.
My ears registered the song now playing, and I chuckled recognizing the tune of The 59th Street Bridge Song, I'm feeling groovy alright, I thought.
I sat for a minute, collecting my thoughts while coming down from my release. I unplugged the drain and heard the glug-glug of the water as it emptied from the tub. I carefully stood up, feeling a little wobbly, blew out the candles and exited the tub. I grabbed a big fluffy towel, patted my skin dry and wrapped myself in the towel. I laid in my bed, and applied my cocoa butter lotion so as not to get dry patchy skin. I was settled in bed, with Bishop on my belly, when I heard my phone chirp indicating I had received a text message.
I smiled when I saw it was from Edward asking about my bath. I couldn't resist being playful with my responses. Our repartee came so naturally to us. It was so easy conversing with him. After we said goodnight, I fell asleep with a smile on my face. That was the first night I dreamed of Edward Cullen.
I was brought out of my early morning daydream by Bishop, kneading on my chest. I laid with my little boy for several moments before I forced myself to get going. I hated to disrupt him, but I had breakfast to prepare. I slipped on a pair of comfortable jeans, a t-shirt and my fuzzy purple slippers before I padded into the kitchen. I took a few minutes to double check that I had all of the ingredients to make breakfast. With everything located I dug out the frying pan to start on the bacon. As the bacon was crisping, I beat the eggs and added some milk, salt, and pepper to the mixture. I set the egg bowl aside and took the first round of bacon out of the frying pan, laying them on a paper towel to soak up the excess grease.
I continued to cook the bacon and looked at the clock. It was a quarter to ten. My insides started doing back-flips at the thought that in just a few moments, the most alluring, sexy, god-like man I'd ever met will be back in my home for the second time. And you've known him less than twenty-four hours! I successfully ignored my loud-mouthed inner monologue and I focused on turning the bacon, careful not to let it burn. I went ahead and mixed up the waffle batter, but I wanted to wait to make them until Edward arrived, so they wouldn't get limp and soggy. I took the last of the bacon out of the pan and left it to drain.
A knock at the door startled me, and my heart suddenly began to pound. Not in fear, but in anticipation. I looked at the clock and it was just a few minutes before ten. I smiled realizing that Edward was just as eager to see me as I was to see him. That thought calmed me down and my heartbeat resumed a slower, steadier pace.
I opened the door and there stood Edward looking very handsome in dark wash jeans and a muted blue button-down that he wore un-tucked and with the sleeves rolled up. He had the first several buttons unfastened in a casual way. The shirt was layered over a gray v-neck, a tuft of auburn chest hair peeked out from underneath. I wanted to run my fingers through it. I wanted to nuzzle it. This isn't a common reaction to fucking chest hair, Bella! I didn't fucking care.
I stood there and thoroughly eye-fucked him, not yet speaking a word. Words would ruin it. His hair was wild and in disarray, in other words, he looked like he'd been freshly fucked. I could make it so he'd actually be freshly fucked, my mind said, clearly running away with itself.
Edward caught me mid eye-fuck and chuckled, "You look pretty fucking good yourself."
I felt the heat creep up my face - and between my thighs, and I blushed fiercely. "Thank you, Edward. Please come in." I noticed that Edward had a grocery bag in one arm, but I couldn't see what resided inside.
Edward walked inside of my apartment for the second time in as many days. Once he stepped inside he sniffed, "Wow, it smells very... bacony... in here."
"That might have something to do with the pound of applewood smoked bacon I just fried. Breakfast is almost ready. I just need to scramble the eggs and cook the waffles. I wanted to wait until you got here so the food wouldn't be cold and soggy, you know, if you were running late or something."
"I'm sure everything will be delicious, Bella." He looked at me, desire clearly written across his face. I'm not sure if he was referring to the breakfast, or dare I think it, me. He walked toward me and said, "I told you last night, I wouldn't miss it for the world, and I meant that." He practically whispered that last part into my neck. My nipples immediately hardened and I suddenly became aware that I hadn't put on a bra this morning; Edward noticed too.
He shook his head clear of his thoughts before politely asking if he could help me prepare breakfast. The waffle iron was pre-heated and I just started heating the skillet for the eggs. I had put about a tablespoon of the bacon grease in the pan; it would keep the eggs from sticking, and also add a bit of extra flavor.
"You could crumble about a third of that bacon and mix it in with that waffle batter," I suggested so he wouldn't just be watching me prepare everything. If felt strangely natural to be cooking in my kitchen with Edward.
"You add bacon to the batter?" He asked incredulously. His eyebrows shot up in curiosity and desire. Again, I didn't know if the desire was for the food, or for me. Time would tell.
I giggled because he was so fucking adorable. "That's not all!" I continued, "I also add a smidgen of maple syrup into the mixture. It gives it a little something extra."
Edward looked positively feral after I divulged my secret recipe.
"Bella," he swallowed and his Adam's apple bobbed. I want to do dirty, dirty things with that Adam's apple. "That's the sexiest fucking thing I've ever heard." His voice was rough, and heavy. God he's so sexy. I needed to continue making breakfast before I cleared the kitchen counter and demanded that Edward fuck me right then and there.
I cleared my throat and ladled the first round of waffle batter onto the hot iron. I poured the egg mixture into the pre-heated skillet to mingle with the bacon grease, quickly starting the scrambling process while the first waffle cooked. Once it was nice and browned, I took it out, and repeated the process, continuing to scramble the eggs. Several minutes later, breakfast was ready to be served. I turned off the stove and unplugged the waffle iron. It was then that Edward opened the grocery bag he'd placed on the counter. He pulled out a bottle of champagne and a container of orange juice.
"A breakfast date calls for mimosas, don't you think?" He smiled his mega-watt smile and I grabbed us some glasses.
"Sorry, I don't have any champagne flutes," I said, suddenly concerned about my lack of stemware.
"Pssh... Overrated," Edward said as he handed me my drink and raised up his glass. "A toast?" He inquired.
I mimicked his action and lifted my glass, showing him my silent compliance. He looked me directly in the eyes. I could feel the energy starting to generate and pulse between us.
"To an even playing field..." he said quietly and earnestly. Those same words he said last night resonated in my ears, instantly causing my clit to twitch. My eyes glassed over and my lips parted. I. Was. Ready. Edward's eyes were blazing bright green, neither of us could break our heated gaze. We both drained our glasses and slammed them on the table as we lunged for one another. The gap between us couldn't be closed quickly enough. There were no chaste kisses like the one from last night. We were needy and aggressive.
Passion ignited from the fusion of our individual chemistries. Heat. Sweat. Saliva. Hormones. They were all evidence of whatever this... thing... was between us. It was an intensity I'd never felt before. It scared me. It thrilled me.
Breakfast was quickly forgotten as Edward pulled me close to him, one arm firmly around my waist and the other sliding up my back and into my hair while he kissed me with such fervor. Edward backed me up against the kitchen counter and hoisted me up. My ass was on the very edge of the counter-top and my legs instantly wound around Edward's waist, drawing him as close to me as I could.
I shamelessly ground myself against him, and I could feel his hardness underneath. We were panting and moaning, so caught up in the moment, that we cared nothing for how we looked or sounded. We simply needed.
Edward lifted his mouth from mine just long enough to glide his lips down my neck, sucking and nibbling at the flesh where my neck curved into my shoulder.
"Oh, God." I moaned out loud. This was all so surreal. Had I really just met this man yesterday? Was I really going to fuck a man that I'd technically known less than a day, right here on my kitchen counter? I knew immediately the answer was no.
I was going to fuck him in my bedroom.
"Edward. Take me to the bedroom," I managed to croak out. He complied, not saying a word, still suckling on my tender flesh. I was definitely going to have a mark there tomorrow. He carried me into my room swiftly, at an almost inhuman speed. Edward gently rested me on my bed and I frantically started pulling at his clothes, unbuttoning his shirt. I was struggling and fumbling around with the buttons for a moment too long when Edward finally just ripped it apart, sending the little round discs sailing across my bedroom floor. He quickly pulled off his undershirt as well.
My shirt joined the growing pile of clothing on the floor, and I grabbed at the waist of my jeans, trying to get them off of me as fast as I possibly could. Edward did the same to his. His pants dropped, and I almost came just at the sight of his thick, beautiful cock. It was even more glorious than I'd imagined it. My mouth instantly watered as I looked on from my seat on the bed. Edward was still standing, his length staring me in the face. What's a girl to do?
I grabbed his legs and pulled him into me, engulfing his dick with my hot, wet mouth. I was not prepared for how smooth and flawless he felt between my lips, tongue swirling trying to taste all of him at once. Edward was taken by surprise at my actions, and had to grab onto my shoulders to keep himself from falling over.
"Ungh, Bella, fuck, that - mmm, just fuck that feels amazing. You have no idea how good that feels." His voice was strained and choppy. Edward started to pump his hips a little, finding a rhythm he liked while he fucked my mouth. Edward had moved one of his hands to my tit, pulling and pinching on my nipple, causing tingling sensations to spread throughout my body.
I could taste the pre-cum on the back of my tongue, causing me to salivate even more. I was enjoying this feeling immensely. I could feel how hard Edward was, and taste how turned on he'd become. I added my hand to the base of his cock and began twisting and stroking, because let's face it, I don't have a porn-star style cock sucking mouth. This additional stimulation appeared to be too much for Edward and he started pushing on my shoulders, trying to break free from my oral vice grip.
"Bella, no. Stop, please, baby. I need to be inside of you when I come. I need to feel you." Edward was pleading with me, and who was I to argue? I wanted him inside of me just as much as he did.
I released him, still sucking until he popped free of my mouth. His dick looked fucking amazing, glistening, purple and swollen, covered in my saliva. It caused a fresh round of fluid to gather in my pussy. I scooted myself higher onto the bed.
"Fuck, Bella. Your bare pussy is so fucking sexy." Edward was on top of me in no time, positioning himself at the front entrance of my vag. He looked me in the eye, waiting for my final consent. I moaned in approval and he thrust into me, eye contact never severing.
I screamed at his arrival, not in pain, but in pleasure, and arched my chest into his. Edward filled me completely. He left no wall untouched, no cell unloved. This is what heaven must feel like, or maybe hell. In any case I didn't care. He slowly pumped in and out of me. I felt every little movement and twitch.
"Christ, baby, you are so tight, so hot, so perfect."
I moaned in response and thrust my hips into his to create more delectable friction. I grabbed for Edward's face and pulled his mouth to mine. I needed to taste him. Edward wrapped his arms around me to hold me close. I did the same. We rocked back and forth, to and fro, kissing and nibbling each others mouths. The frenzy we were in moments ago had calmed, and we were taking our time. Slowly coming together and pulling apart. It was a dance. The room was silent apart from our moans and whimpers. The feeling of being wrapped in Edward's arms, being held so close, so securely by this man, was overwhelming. Edward's movements never wavered, never faltered. The steady penetration and stimulation was causing my nerve endings to ignite. Suddenly I was moaning and wailing into Edward's mouth, and my body quivered with a tantalizing orgasm. My sex clenched and released over and over again around his cock. Blood was thumping wildly in my aching core.
My orgasm spurred Edward on even more, our tender embrace severed. He sat up on his knees and pulled my legs with him so as not to lose contact. He held my legs up by my calves, spread them apart and drilled into me.
The frenzy was back.
With my legs spread wide open, Edward continued his thrusting. My left hand went to grab at my nipples, while the fingers on my right hand worked my very sensitive bud. I heard feral sounds coming from somewhere in the room, and it took a moment for me to realize it was me. I was making those savage noises. The sound of my ecstasy mixed with the noises of Edward's skin slapping against my own. It was too much. I was overcome once more by wave after wave of pleasure and I shouted my lover's name.
"Oh, YESSS! Fuck, Edwarrrd!"
I looked at Edward's sexified face and I couldn't tell if he was experiencing extreme pleasure, or extreme pain. His brow furrowed and his eyes were squeezed tight. He slammed my legs together, bringing me some sweet relief. Edward wrapped his arms around them and hugged them tightly up against his chest. While licking and nipping at my calf, a loud growl emanated from deep within Edward's chest and with one final - frantic - forceful - fuck, Edward came hard inside of me. He was screaming my name followed by a list of expletives. Pleasure it is, I thought.
Edward collapsed on top of me, totally spent. We laid in my bed in a tangle of limbs, both of us panting while coming down from the acme of our lust. The smell of our sex surrounded us. Edward kissed me long and hard before pulling out of me, his seed spilling forth from inside of me. We turned to look at each other, both of us harboring a big, goofy grin, neither of us saying a word. We simply wanted to savor the moment of the fuckfest we just shared.
My mind was void of most thoughts, but I did have one.
I wonder if breakfast is still any good. I'm fucking starving.
~x~
AN2: I *think* this is the chapter you've all been waiting for. Was it everything you hoped it would be? Did it absolutely suck? Should I keep going or end it on this note? Let me know what you thought of this chapter. Reviews get a teaser! (I'm clearly not opposed to bribery.) *I found a typo so I resubmitted chapter. I'm anal-retentive that way. *