Under the street lights, we walked past the dorms into town to where The Vanquish sat inconspicuously parked a few blocks away.
The last two hours of classes had been excruciatingly sublime. Our brief detour before history had been a mistake. I should have known giving in to my baser needs would come with a price. So close the beat of her heart that I could hear but not feel, I sat through the lecture of William Penn coming to America strung tighter than piano wire. At least she seemed attentive, ignoring me and following the lecture. All I could think of was touching her delicate skin,
...tasting her ripe lips,
...absorbing the heat from her body.
Argh! So close, but so miserably out of reach.
Tensions mounted further for me as she bolted up out of her seat at the end of class.
"Hurry, Edward." She grinned conspiratorially, so eager she bounced up and down on the balls of her feet.
"Perhaps we better take it easy, Love." I stood up hesitantly and began to load our things into my bag.
"What?" Her reaction was disarming. Frowning at me, her eyes narrowed as if "taking it easy" was not something even to consider.
"I don't think we'll get to our next class else wise" I murmured down at her.
She appraised me carefully then smiled."Then perhaps we should just call it a day."
"No." I shook my head slowly and closed my eyes, trying to purge the suggestion from my mind.
My body stiffened as she moved in to pounce. "Please, Edward" she purred.
"It's just one more class."
She stepped in even closer. Blue fabric curled around my leg as she pressed her warm body against my side.
"But I'm tired."
She faked a yawn and, ignoring what was left of the people in the room began to rub her nose against my arm.
Too tired to stay at school… she knew my weak spots so well. I would have laughed if the offer had not been so painfully tempting.
But I was determined to carry on.
"Come on, Mrs. Cullen." I implored, forcing my eyes open to look at her pouting face. "I promised."
Her lip went out. "You didn't promise me."
I turned quickly before I did something rash, picked up our backpack and walked out the door.
"Edward?" I could hear her behind me. "Edward, slow down!"
Grim faced I mapped out a strategy. If avoiding contact would save us, I would just have to endure. I moved swiftly to English, keeping just out of her reach.
It would be only an hour. I could handle that.
…then she would be all mine.
The shame of having to revert to such draconian measures kept from speaking of my decision. I could see her glaring eyes burrowing a hole in the back of my head through people passing by as she scrambled to keep up. Oh, she was mad, very mad. I felt bad, but I had no choice. This animal need of mine had to be put on a leash. I knew my limits and after her wicked exploitation of them, I didn't know how else I could hold out.
She excused herself at the classroom doorway to use the restroom refusing to look at me. I took my seat depressed that I had been afraid to so much as brush my hand against hers remembering wryly that once upon a time, I had felt like this before. But this was so much different now, so much better and yet so much worse. I sat stone still counting her heartbeats, fantasizing on how I would have her when we were through here.
Then anxiety blossomed. Was she angry enough to refuse me? The thought had not occurred to me as I devised this stupid scheme.
I'm not sure if relief was what happen upon her return. A vision of loveliness, the perfect view of the dress and the beautiful body beneath walked toward me. She looked down and smile, turning the corner behind me to take her seat. Her soft warm hand stroked the seam of my shirt, her gentle fingers rifled through my hair. It shook me to my adolescent core.
Then there was Keats…
It was if the author had wrote it with me in mind. One of my favorite poems since we met, it would have been challenging enough to sit beside her, reliving last night alone. But I was not the only one… of that there had been no doubt. Her eyes were forward liked in History, but unfocused, lips slightly parted. As the minutes dragged on, her skin began to flush. Her heart began to beat faster, as did both our breathing.
I stared riveted.
Even from a yard away, I could feel the heat coming off her. Then I could smell it… her arousal. It made the snake in my pants hard... very hard. Concentration became nearly impossible as the image of me lifting that damn dress, bending her over my desk and fucking… yes, fucking her on it sprung into my mind.
Thighs squeezed together, she sat arms wrapped around herself, rocking slightly in her chair. Time came almost to a standstill. Her mouth now hung open as moisture began to bead on her forehead. Her pulse throbbed in my ears... faster and faster. As class finally came to a close, I thought for one wild second that she would orgasm right there. I do not know what I would have done if she had.
The end of class blessedly arrived, along with her loud guttural moan. The snake twitched coiled, hungry and ready to strike... he had heard that sound before. Every head in front of us turned. Her face burn red, her expression horrified. I nearly lost it. As worked up as she had gotten me, it was the funniest thing I had ever seen, breaking the tension inside me... at least for the moment.
Oh, I was still reeling with need, but I was euphoric. It won't be long now my friend, I assured the snake. Standing up and holding her jacket for her to put on, I patted myself on the back yet again for my restraint and composure, sure that I had earned some kind of reward for all I had achieved today.
Claiming my prize as we left campus for the car, my touch now bordered on the risqué. Arm around her waist, my fingers edged their way underneath her short denim blazer, discreetly stroking the outside rim of her breast. She moaned, this time softly, flushing darker and leaned into me, her own hand finding the back pocket of my jeans.
Finally arriving where I parked in the dark alley, I fished out my keys. Having no real back seat to speak of, I popped the trunk to throw in our books.
"Would you like to stop for something before we head home?" The snake didn't want to hear that, but propriety demanded that I ask.
She looked at me like I was nuts, but then grinned.
"Why yes, Mr. Cullen," she purred and I gasped as she leaned into me, bringing her hand around to my crotch and squeezed, "yes I would."
I pulled her into my chest, my fingers entangled in her hair as I bent over and brought my mouth to hers.
"Just a few minutes more." I murmured, reaching back to close the trunk not quite sure who I was reassuring. "I know a place nearby."
After letting her into the car, I shot around to the driver's side turning the engine over before my door had completely closed.
"In a hurry?" she said fiendishly as I shifted straight into second, then third blowing through two stop signs and a red light. She leaned over the console holding tight against my arm, but her free hand moved to my upper thigh and began massaging in a circular fashion.
"Yes." I answered as calm as I could.
"Serves you right for neglecting me before English."
"It's the dress's fault, not mine."
"Then perhaps I shouldn't wear it again."
"I rescind my previous statement." I smiled down at her. "But I still don't blame myself. I can't help that I am a horny sex deprived husband with a beautiful, but wicked wife wearing a mouth watering dress"
"Horny?" She pulled away from me giggling and I nearly imploded as she hitched up her skirt and pulled off her panties, tossing them into my shocked face.
"Would you please behave yourself," I begged, eyes forward and concentrating as best I could on the road as she began to unbutton my shirt. "How am I supposed to drive like this?"
"You've never been in an accident." She taunted, shifting to her knees to nibble my ear while her nails scraped down my now bare chest.
The snake strained against my jeans. I took a deep breath to steady myself fighting the urge to pull over into the nearest parking lot.
"At least put your seat belt on."
"You have not even had a ticket," she murmured into my ear, her fingers slithering down past my stomach, stroking me once more before popping the snap of my jeans.
"There is a first time for everything, Love."
Fortunately for all three of us, the place I had in mind was just a few miles beyond the city limits. It was only a couple minutes before I turned off on to Moose Mountain Road and not a half mile past that before I found where I was heading. The abandoned fire tower road was no more than a narrow dirt lane now. Almost overrun by the forest, low bushes reached out brushing the sides of the car. Rough and bumpy the climb, I chuckled vindictively as she bounced around inside the car, finally forced to take a more traditional position in the passenger seat while I dashed up the dark steep mountain road as fast as the Vanquish would take us.
When I reached the summit, I pulled over beside the dilapidated tower and turned off the motor.
"Do with me what you will," I announced, pulling her across the console and into my arms.
Her lush lips leaped at my words, crushing themselves to me.
Oh, yes… the snake jerked with excitement. How many hours had it been?
Lips welded to mine, she hitched up her skirt again, twisting and wiggling as she struggled to sit astride me in the confines of the small bucket seat.
"We're leaving on the dress." I murmured into her mouth
"Why?" she asked pulling back brows lifted.
"Because I really like it." My thumb rubbed back and forth against the nipple hidden beneath the blue fabric standing it to attention in spite the lack of direct contact. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of it."
Unfortunately as I pulled off her jacket, it became clear that this vehicle was not nearly as accommodating as her Chevy. I felt trapped. There was only so much that I could do to help. The seat was already back as far as it would go. I glanced beside us considering our options. Surely, it would be uncomfortable to lay her across the armrest.
The situation soon became farcical. In the cramped space, she did manage to squeeze her knees on both sides of me just as she had been a few weeks ago in her truck, but there was so much less room. She hit her head on the sunroof, bumped her elbow on the window, honked the horn with her rear end. She soon became frustrated, unable to get to me the way she apparently wanted to.
"Damn it." She froze panting as the leather seat began to tear.
"It's okay. I can order a new one."
"I'm sorry." Her warm sweaty forehead rested against mine, the heart beating into my chest slowed down, her urgency beginning to wane.
"Love, let's go home." I sighed in defeat.
"No." Her pulse ticked back up.
"This is not going to work."
"Yes it will. We just might have to get creative."
She looked down at me thinking, and then smiled. Cold night air blew into the car as she threw open the driver's side door wide.
I leaned out to reached for the handle. "There's a perfectly good bed waiting for us at home."
"I have waited all stinking night long Edward," her steely glare froze my hand in mid air as she placed one bare foot out into the tall grass beside the car. "I am not waiting any more."
"But it's cold outside." There was not much conviction in my voice as I held her against my chest with one arm, trying to get her knee and pull her leg back in with the other.
"I didn't know you were so delicate." She whispered against my ear, sending a shiver through me.
I rolled my eyes at her. "Be reasonable."
With her foot still planted outside, she managed to free enough space between us to get her fingers on my fly.
"Just… just another… um… hour." I found it difficult to speak with her hot breath on my neck and her lips wrapped around my lobe. "You'll freeze."
There was a pause in her torment as she contemplated. "I have an idea." She sat up on my lap and put her jacket back on. "How much gas is in the tank?"
"Three quarters full" I replied slowly, unable to comprehend where she was heading with her question. She leaned back into me nibbling my ear.
"Turn the motor back on." she ordered.
She exploited my confusion and desire, her hand sliding into my boxer briefs gripping me. I growled with need, any further logical points on why we should just go home vanishing from my mind. Then her mouth was back on mine as she slipped the rest of her body out of the car.
"Put the emergency brake on too Edward." She grinned mischievous, breaking away to stand. "Safety first."
Her plan became clear. It was only a moment to restart the engine and pull the parking brake lever before I was out of the car and lifting her from the ground. Her bare feet, already dirty with bracken clung to my torso as I made my way to the front of the car to lie her on the hood.
oooOoooOoooOooo
Looking into the forest with the headlights shut off, I felt a sense of void beyond our immediate surroundings. The moon was completely hidden above the canopy of leaves. The parking lights glowed dimly below us giving me only enough light to see his silhouette hovering above me. My feet spread wide braced against the cold bumper, but my back was toasty warm lying against the curved hood of the Vanquish its motor purring beneath me. It felt strange but good, this tingling sensation brought on by the gently trembling car and I thought vaguely this must be what its like to be on one of those vibrating beds.
Clearly needy himself, Edward leaned over the hood and went straight to business, his mouth on my throat, and his fingers under my dress. My throbbing core already aching and frantic for him, tightened in anticipation.
"Throwing you unmentionables at me" he breathed against me husky and amused stroking my sex. "You are such a naughty girl."
"A desperate cry for attention from a sex starved wife."
"Do you need attention?" He velvet voice crooned seductive.
"Yes."
Edward struck hungry and wanting, sucking my tongue into his mouth. He rocked against the outside of my womb, flesh against flesh as his jeans were already past his hips. I shirked my arms out of the restraining sleeves of my jacket. Whether it was him, or the warm vibrating engine beneath me, I was getting hot. Now fully free, my one hand clung into his hair keeping me from sliding down, the other clawed at the muscles of his stone back beneath his open shirt.
"Do you know how bad I've wanted you tonight?" he now growled against my lips as he teased and played inside me.
"Prove it" I challenge, reaching down between us and wrapped my greedy fingers around his erection.
Eyes wild, his body shuddered on top of me and he snarled. I gasped as instantly, the full weight of his chest pressed against me. My feet slid off the slick bumper. The hiked up blue fabric of my skirt squashed between us. My wrist was in an iron fetter above my head. The hand inside me pulled out and parted my swollen wet folds and he slammed himself into me hard.
"Yes!" I cried finally filled.
"Damn it." He hissed as he steadied himself, staring down at me with fear. But as I went to assure I was fine he silenced me with his mouth and he began to move.
It was incredible, the added sensation below me. Edward released my wayward hand and planted his palm on the hood under my armpit. My dangling feet lifted and hugged his torso as he gyrated his hips slow and forceful into my quivering body. I clawed at his ribs, dug my talons into his hair. The sound of the motor buzzed in my head, becoming part of this feral and erotic act. My back arched off the hood, centering the engine's vibration to the base of my spine.
"Oh Edward…"
It all became too much. I was on the verge of exploding. Edward snarled again and I felt his hand rip from my breast and slam against the hood.
"Don't hurt the car!" I screamed as I came.
Caught up in the moment, I was not fully aware of what happen next. I slid down the hood. Somehow, my legs were now hooked in his elbows. Edward was standing straight up, lifting the lower half of my body off the car. With renewed energy, he thrust into me again and again. I had not reached the bottom of this carnal rollercoaster and here I was, climbing to the top once more. I stared into his feral eyes and my legs began to shake, as did his fists. His head snapped back in a primal roar and I exploded again, orgasmic tears blinding me to his face as he too threw himself down this savage path with me.
My brain was foggy. I was now cradled on his lap in the passenger seat. Had I passed out?
"Are you alright?" Edwards' anxious voice broke into my haze.
"Fine..." my mind cleared and I began to focus.
"Welcome back." He smiled down at me with concern in his eyes.
"Damn…That was… holy fu… shit." I blushed embarrassed for my foul mouth.
"People that use profanity do so because they lack the proper vocabulary to express their thoughts and feelings." he quipped.
"That sounds about right."
He laughed relieved kissing my forehead. I jerked, apparently still reeling in his arms.
"You made me faint." and curse like a sailor.
"Again." His grin was triumphant and smug. Then he rolled his eyes. "Don't hurt the car?"
"I like the car." I sighed, kissing the corner of his jaw.
"I like the car too." His strong arms pulled me in tighter. "But I love you."
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