"So young and full of running
all the way to the edge of desire
steady my breathing
silently screaming
I have to have you now"
~ Edge of Desire by John Mayer
I walk out the door, turning around to flash Rose and Alice my toothiest grin. The butterflies in my stomach are active tonight. As we make it down the front porch, Edward unhooks my arm from his, and grabs my hand instead. He stops walking, turning around to face me.
"You look beautiful tonight Bella. It's going to be really hard to keep my fucking hands off you," he admits.
I blush.
"Then don't," I whisper.
His hand trails down my back all the way to my ass. He squeezes it lightly. A small squeal escapes my throat.
"Come on, we better get going," he says, grabbing his keys out of his pocket.
I look over, seeing that Edward's truck is nowhere around. Instead, there is a sleek black muscle car parked in front of us.
"Where's the truck?" I ask.
"Thought I'd take my other love for a ride tonight," he says, laughing.
I cross my arms.
"Just how many loves do you have Edward?" I ask, trying to be serious.
He walks over, wrapping his arms around me.
"At this moment? Four," he states, kissing the tip of my nose.
Asshole.
He walks over to the passenger door, opens it and waits for me to get in. I stride over, sliding myself into the seat. Edward looks down, flashing me a smile. He shuts the door softly, walks around the front of the car, and slides himself into the driver's seat. Seeing Edward behind the wheel of this car is so different from seeing him in the truck. It makes him look like James Dean.
He puts the key in the ignition, and the car roars to life. It's so loud I feel my bones rattling. To be honest it's making me kinda hot.
"So Edward, do you tuck this thing in at night?" I joke.
"Hey baby, don't be knocking on the Chevelle. Keep it up and this thing will be sleeping with me instead of you," he shoots back.
"Wasn't planning on sleeping with you anyways," I laugh.
"Is that so?" he says, looking at me from the corner of his eye.
"You can bet your britches," I state.
"I'd rather be getting into yours."
"Oh but Edward, I'm not wearing any," I say, in my most fake southern accent.
I see his knuckles turn white as he grips hard onto the steering wheel. That is until one of them releases, and finds its way onto my left knee cap. I instantly take a sharp intake of breath, the tightening in my stomach growing. His long fingers trace small circles, and then slowly drag along my inner thigh. At this point I feel like I am going pass out, slowly realizing what his touch does to me. When his hand reaches my sex, I can see a frown develop on his face. He then retracts his fingers hastily.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
He turns to me. "You lied Bella. And you are going to pay for that, believe me," he says, a mixture of seriousness and playfulness.
Oh.
"Looking forward to it cowboy," I respond.
He shakes his head slowly, turning his attention back to the road.
I lean slightly forward and begin tuning through the radio stations. After about the fifteenth one, I hear Edward sigh.
"For the love of Christ, just leave it on a fucking station," he snaps.
I slam back in my seat, leaving it on whatever station was last. I stare down at my hands, the atmosphere clearly stifled.
"Shit!" Edward moans, slamming his palms into steering wheel. "Bella baby, I'm sorry. Victoria use to do that all the time and it drove me fucking nuts. I know you didn't mean any harm."
"It's ok," I mutter wondering if I'll ever get used to his sudden mood changes.
He reaches over, interlocking his hand with mine and brings our hands up to his mouth and places a small kiss on the back of mine. He mouths I'm sorry again. I smile in return.
We drive for about another 10 minutes, before pulling into a crowded parking lot. Edward pulls into a section of the lot with the least amount of cars, and farthest away from the front door. He shuts off the engine, and exits the vehicle. Before he can reach my side, I fling the door open, and slide out of the seat. When he reaches me, he's clearly confused.
"I think it's really sweet that you are such a gentleman Edward, but I can open my own door," I smile. "Plus, why in the hell did you park so far away from the front door?"
"So no one scratches my baby," he says, pointing towards the car.
I roll my eyes.
"Yeah, but your other baby now has to walk through a dirt parking lot in stilet..."
Before I even have time to finish my sentence, Edward scoops me up and starts strolling across the parking lot. I lean down, holding onto the edge of my dress, clearly trying not to flash everyone in the parking lot my cooter.
By the time we reach the front door, my abs hurt from laughing so hard. Edward sets me down on the ground, planting a soft but passionate kiss on my lips. The restaurant is nice, an upscale steakhouse.
"Ready to get some grub?" he asks.
"Yes, I'm starving," I respond.
When we reach the hostess podium, a leggy blonde smiles after taking a long look at Edward.
"Table for two?" she asks as she looks down at her seating chart. "Is outside alright?" she says, barely taking her eyes off of him.
"Yes ma'am," he says.
I kick Edward in the shin, making him wince.
He looks down at me smiling. The blond grabs two menus, heading towards the balcony. Edward puts his arm out, ushering me to walk in front of him. I can feel his eyes boring into me, so I do a little ass shake. I look back over my shoulder, and Edward is shaking his head slowly while laughing.
That's right baby
When we make it to the table, the air outside has a comfortable heat. Edward walks over to my side, pulling out the chair for me.
I swear being around him is sometimes like being in an old time movie. No boys at home are even close to being this polite. I sit down, Edwards slides the chair in behind me.
"Thank you," I say.
"Anytime miss," he says.
He then walks around the table, sitting across from me. The patio is dark, but the candle on the table flickers light onto his face. The waitress comes by, handing us our menus.
"Is there something I can get you two to drink?" she asks us.
"I'll take a Heineken," I say.
I look over at Edward, his mouth slightly open.
"What?" I ask.
"A woman who eats steak and drinks beer. I am never letting you go," he says, still stunned.
"Well it will probably end up on my ass, but I like to enjoy eating."
I notice that the waitress is still standing there.
"What can I get for you darlin?" she says, now facing Edward.
"I'll take a Heineken as well," he says.
"Coming right up," she says before turning towards the kitchen.
I open the menu, realizing that it extremely hard to read. I lean over, putting my menu as close to the candle flame as possible.
"Jesus Christ, I can't see shit," I say, smacking my menu closed. "So Edward, what's good here?"
"Well what are you in the mood for Bella?"
"Meat," I say, flicking one of my eyebrows up.
Edward looks down, trying to hide his laughter with his menu. I love being able to get a rise out of him.
The waitress comes back with our beers. I instantly take a swig, the outside heat making my mouth dry.
"Y'all ready to order?" she says.
Edward looks at me.
"Just order for me," I say, waving my hand at him.
"We'll each take the filet. Cooked medium. Twice baked potatoes. Salad, " he says, handing the menus back to her.
When she leaves the table, I take a few sips of my beer. I look over at Edward and notice that he is looking down at his lap. I hear a small sigh come from his lips.
"Everything ok Edward?"
He looks up at me, "I'm sorry Bella. But I need to take this call," he says, standing up.
"Ok." I say
He walks over and plants a kiss on the top of my head.
"I'll be back before you have time to miss me," he laughs.
"Who says I'd miss you?" I joke.
"Ouch," he says, clenching his chest.
I small giggle escapes from my mouth. He walks away, hoping over the small fence that encloses the patio. I can see him pull the phone to his ear.
I discreetly watch him as he converses with whoever is on the other end. I see his brows furrow, and his lips moving fast. He's clearly yelling. When I see him turn back around, I look down at my hands. When he comes back to the table, he is clearly disturbed.
I look at him, waiting for an explanation.
"Sorry, that was my sister. I swear she can't go one night without calling me."
"Oh. Do you need to go?" I ask, disappointment clear in my voice.
Edward takes my hands, looking into my eyes.
"Bella, I am right where I need to be."
My heart flutters slightly.
"Where did you come from? You are like straight out of a Jane Austen novel."
"A what?"
"Never mind," I say, taking another swig off my beer.
Edward continues to hold onto my hand until the food arrives. We are pretty silent while eating, Edward eating his food fast. As I chew on my steak, I stretch my foot out, and that's when I find Edward's. I pull my foot back down, and kick off my stiletto heel, then return my foot onto Edward leg, slowly dragging my foot closer to his crotch. I look up at Edward from underneath my eyelashes and see that he is looking down at his plate, not eating. I continue to run my foot up to his crotch, paying special attention to his member, which is rock hard at this point.
That was fast.
I hear a loud shutter, and notice that Edward has dropped his fork onto his plate. I can feel his body shaking, his breathing becoming more labored. I stare straight into his eyes, biting my lips slightly. I begin to turn my foot in small circular patterns, the heat from his package traveling into my toes. Edward shifts his hips into my foot, making the friction more strained. I pull my foot away, as Edward grunts.
I look around, realizing that we are now alone on the patio. I pick up my napkin off my lap, setting it gently to the side of my plate. I flip up the side of the table cloth, sliding my way down underneath. As I make my way over to Edward's side, I sit there for a couple seconds, wondering if he is going to stop me. That is until I see Edward's hand under the table. He flicks his index finger, giving me a "come hither" gesture. I slide over so that I am in direct eyesight with crotch. I reach up to his belt buckle, noticing that my hands are shaky.
I have been with plenty of guys, but I never felt this...well whorish…before.
Once I get the belt buckle undone, I slowly undo the zipper of his jeans. It's then that I realize that Edward's not wearing any underwear.
Easy access.
I reach my hand into his pants, feeling his length across my hand, it's easily almost double its normal size. I awkwardly trying to get it out of his jeans, but noticing that I'm having a little trouble, Edward reaches down shoving his hand down his pants. He pulls out his cock, nearly slapping me in the face.
I swear I hear angels sing.
At this point, I have to remind myself to keep breathing. His member is standing at attention, and not a single crook in it. It's perfect both in length and girth. I reach up, grabbing it with my palms. I begin to slowly stroke it, turning the skin as I do so. I feel Edwards body tense immediately and I run my fingertips over the head, already feeling the stickiness on them. I lick my lips and place my mouth over the top. I can smell his cologne.
Must have it in body wash too.
I slide my mouth as far as it can go, his tip maxing out on the back of my throat. I slowly retract, sucking in slightly. I pull my mouth off, and begin flicking the tip with my tongue. Edward's hips start bucking, a for sure sign that he is enjoying it. As I place my mouth back on it, I begin to bob my hear up and down, going faster with each movement. I am startled slightly when I feel Edward hand wrench into the hair, pulling it harshly. He then palms the back of my head, pushing my mouth deeper onto him. I drag my teeth slightly against the skin, making him pull harder on my hair. Just as I am about to continue, I see a pair of black sneakers come to the table. Edward lets go of my hair, and waves me a "no" under the table.
"Where'd your lady friend run off to?" I hear her say.
"Ummm….she ran to the bathroom," he says.
"Well I guess I'll take this opportunity to give you my number, call me when you get rid of the tart," she says.
"Uhh thanks," I hear Edward say.
A wave of jealousy washes through me, and my body does an unconscious spasm. My head hits the bottom of the table.
Shit.
I rub my head for a few seconds, and then divert my attention back to my task at hand. I slide my fingers up and down his shaft, then flicking my tongue on the underside. Edward's hips buck hard.
"Is there anything else I can get you darlin?" I hear her say, in the most fake sweet voice.
"Check. Immediately," I hear Edward say, almost moaning.
I place my hand back on his member, stroking it as hard and fast as I can. I then place my lips back on his cock, my saliva sliding down it.
Edward pulls on my hair as hard as he can, apparently still trying to tell me to stop. All I can do is grin.
"You don't want nothing else sweets?"
"No," he says through gritted teeth.
"Alright," I hear her say, and the black shoes disappear from the tableside.
I suck as hard as I can, my mouth going in unison with my hand. I'm pumping and sucking as hard and fast as my body will allow. I can feel Edwards member convulsing in my mouth, and I swear it grows harder. Edward's palm is on the back of my head and before I know it, I feel a warm substance hit the back of my throat.
I can hear a small moan escape him, and then a low growl. When he is drained, I pull my lips off, my tongue giving it one more flick at the tip. I pull myself up slightly, feeling a tad bit of pain in my knees. I head back over to my side, peering out from underneath, making sure no one is around. I slide my body into my chair, reaching out, and grabbing my beer in my hand. I take a sip, watching Edward as I do so.
The look on his face is priceless, almost like he's seen a ghost. I take my napkin off the table, and wipe the corners of my mouth delicately. Before either of us have time to speak, the waitress is back with our check. When she sets it on the table, she looks at us, a small smile enveloped on her lips.
Shit. She knows.
Edward leans back in his chair, re zipping his pants and putting the buckle back on. He then leans forward, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket in which he pulls out two 100 dollar bills, slapping it down. It's clearly more than the bill. He stands up, grabbing my arm, practically wrenching my out of my seat.
"Edward! Wait" I say, laughing.
I lean back down, grabbing my shoe from the floor. I hobble on one leg, sliding it back on my foot. Edward is walking so fast that I can barely keep up with him.
"Edward, slow down. You're going to rip my arm off," I say.
When we reach the Chevelle, Edward grabs me, slamming me slightly in the hood. Our foreheads are touching, and I can feel his hot breath of my face.
"Bella Bella Bella…what am I going to do with you?" he asks harshly.
His hand begins sliding up my thigh, then reaches around grabbing my ass, hard. A loud shriek escapes my lips. I look around, a few people scattered in the parking lot are staring.
"Edward, people are staring."
"Let them."
He begins kissing my neck, nibbling at it after a few seconds. I can feel his shaft beginning to get hard against my legs. Looks like he's ready for round two.
He peels his lips off of me and I immediately pout. His lips and tongue are my addiction.
"Let's go," he says, walking over to my side of the car.
He opens the door, ushering me inside. Once Edward gets in, he turns on the engine, revving it as loud as he can.
Boys and their toys.
He throws it in reverse, and then pulls out of the parking lot, kicking up a lot of gravel in the process. As we pull out the parking lot, Edward cuts off multiple people in the process. I can't help but giggle.
The ride is silent, the sexual tension thick, until Edward speaks.
"I didn't even ask you if you wanted to come to my house," he states.
There's my gentleman.
"I would love to Edward," I reply.
A smile takes over his face. As we reach his house, we pull into a different spot in the garage, in the same spot where I saw a covered vehicle yesterday.
When I exit the car, Edward is waiting for me. He takes my hand, leading me into the house. Edward and I walk into the kitchen and he places his car keys on the hook. I follow, my heels clicking on the wood floor.
"Can I get you anything to drink? I've got water…or beer. Fuck I need to go shopping," Edward asks, standing in front of the fridge. I walk over, putting my arms around him.
I stand up on my tippy toes, giving him a small kiss. "I'd love a beer."
He reaches in the fridge, grabbing one. He turns around, lining the top of it with the side of his counter. He smacks the top on the bottle, making the cap fly off the opposite direction, and then hands it to me.
I stand there with my mouth open.
"What?" he asks.
"I wanna do that!" I scream with excitement.
He pulls another one out of the fridge.
"Have at it kid," he says, handing it to me.
I put the corner of the cap on the edge of the counter, and try to mirror Edward's action. But instead of hitting the top on the bottle, I smack my palm hard onto the granite counter top.
"Shit!" I scream as I let go of the bottle.
The glass shatters everywhere, and my legs and feet are covered in beer.
"Edward, I'm so sorry," I say as I lean down, trying to pick up the pieces of glass off the floor.
"Bella, STOP!" he shouts.
I continue to look down at the floor, not really knowing what to say. Edward then leans down, his fingers underneath my chin, making me look at him.
"You probably have glass in your shoes, please don't move," he says. He then picks me up, placing me on top of the counter. He reaches down my leg, taking off my heels.
"I'll be right back."
He walks over to the sink, grabbing a dish towel on the way. He runs it under the water, damping it slightly. He walks back over to me, wiping the towel up and down my leg. I look up at him and smile.
"Sorry I'm such a spaz."
"Bella, that's one of the many things I love about you."
I laugh. "Yeah, right."
Edward sets the towel down next to me, and slides his body in between my legs. He presses his lips to mine. His kiss is slow at first, but then becomes passionate. His tongue massages mine and I can feel the butterflies in my stomach. I put my arms around his waist, and that's when I feel wetness on my finger tips. I pull my lips from his.
"Oh fuck, I got beer on your shirt. Guess we'll have to take it off," I say, my fingers reaching for the top buttons. I slowly undo each one, staring at Edward the whole time. When I get to the bottom one, I push it off, letting it fall to the floor. I place my lips on his chest, feeling his body heat on my face. I breathe in, smelling his cologne. I move my lips from his chest, stretching out to reach his neck. He places his hands in my hair, slowly his grip tightens. That is until we hear a voice.
"You do better not be fucking on the kitchen counter," I hear a male voice say, immediately after I hear the sound of high heels clicking on the floor.
Great.
When I turn around, I see Jackson, Alice, Rose and Emmett staring back at me. All of their faces holding a grin.
"You know I do own this mother fucking counter, so I think I can do what, or who I want to on it," Edward says.
He looks back down at me, placing his forehead on mine. "Later, I promise," he whispers.
He puts his arms around my waist, lifting me back off the counter. He stands behind me, re buttoning his shirt.
"I've gotta pee," Alice says.
"Bathroom is upstairs, first door on the left," Edward says.
Alice stands there, looking at me. Clearly she wants me to come with her.
"Be right back," I say to Edward.
"Man, what's with women always going to the bathroom together?" Emmett asks.
"It's so we can all compare your dick sizes," Rose responds.
Alice, Rose and I walk upstairs together. I realize that I've never been up here, and I'm finding it hard not to snoop. When we make it to the bathroom, Alice heads to the toilet, and sits down.
Rose and I stand there, looking at each other.
"So, nice digs he's got here," Rose states.
I am shocked to hear that coming from her lips.
"Yeah, I guess," I say, looking around.
I notice that the bathroom is very feminine. Very unlike Edward.
After Alice goes pee, I realize that I need to too. I pull my underwear off, sitting down on the toilet.
"So have you guys had sex yet?" Rose asks.
"Since when did you get so nosey?"
"Really Bella? Have we never met?"
I sigh. "No we haven't. But we were working towards that when you four walked in the door."
Neither of them says anything.
"Just be careful Bella. I hear that he gets around. Make sure to use protection," Alice pipes in.
"Thanks Mom," I retort.
I finishing peeing and pull up my underwear.
We leave the bathroom and start walking downstairs. As we get to the bottom of the stairs, I hear the boys laughing, all of them stopping when we get in enter the room. I stare at Edward, flicking one of my eyebrows upward.
He just looks at me, giving me a huge grin. I narrow my eyes at him.
You better not have told them.
"So what are we all discussing?" Rose asks.
"Edward was just telling us Bella's beer bottle opening experience. You should be a bar tender Bella." Emmett says, a deep laugh escaping his throat.
"Bite me Em," I say, smirking.
"So why are you guys here?" Edward asks.
Yeah, why the hell are you here?
"Were gonna head down to Cadillac Ranch, you guys wanna go?" Jackson asks.
Edward looks at me, silently asking me if I want to go.
"I guess we could go down for a drink or two," I say.
"Alright," Edward huffs. "Let's head out then," he says, shooing everyone out of the kitchen.
I walk back over, grabbing my heels off the counter. I slide them back on, Edward looking disappointed.
We all filter back out through the garage.
"Which one?" I ask, standing between the Raptor and the Chevelle.
"Truck," Edward says, opening the passenger door.
I lean up, kissing him. "One drink."
"One fucking drink," he responds.
When we make it to the bar, it's crowded. Guess that's what we get for going out on a Friday night. Part of me is worried that Jake might be here, not wanting to cause any more scenes, but I don't seem to see him. We walk up to the bar, Jackson ordering each of us a shot. The bartender pours 6 shot of Jack Daniels.
"On the house bro," the bartender says to Jackson.
Jackson nods and then hands one to me, Rose, and Alice. Edward and Emmett grab theirs off the bar. We all hold them in the air.
"Here's to you and here's to me, and here's to all the girls that lick us where we pee!" Emmett toasts, laughing.
Boys are fucking disgusting.
We all down our shots in unison. It burns slightly, but not as bad as the one at the party.
"Ok, well we had our one drink, let's go," Edward says, grabbing my hand.
I look at him, laughing while shaking my head.
"So who's going to ride the mechanical bull? I did it last time!" Alice says.
"We know Alice, we were all here," I explain.
"Oh yeah," she chuckles.
"I think Bella should do it," Rose suggests.
"Yeah, in this fucking dress. Right," I say.
"I have a pair of leggings in my purse," Alice says.
God damnit.
"Only you Alice," I say.
Edward wraps his arms around me.
"You riding that bull would be so hot," he whispers in my ear. "Actually, just thinking about it makes my dick hard."
I giggle. "Fine. Alice, come on, let's go to the bathroom."
Alice follows me into the bathroom, sure enough pulling a black pair of leggings out of her mini purse.
I take off my heels, sliding the leggings on under my dress. I look in the mirror, my heart is pounding furiously.
I walk out of the bathroom and head towards our group, noticing that a few more bodies have been added. Edward is sitting on a bar stool, a leggy brunette sitting next to him. A fire grows inside of me. I see her put her hand on Edwards shoulder, and I pick up my pace. When Edward's eyes meet mine, a look of worry spreads across his face. When I reach him, I grab the top of his shirt in my hand, slamming his face into mine.
I assault his mouth with mine and effectively turn my body, so that my back is facing the brunette. I feel her shift as she leaps off the barstool, leaving us alone.
I pull my face from Edward's, a little out of breath.
"And I thought I was the possessive one," he chuckles.
"You ready to get out of here?" I ask, suddenly thinking the ride on the mechanical bull is not the ride I'm really after.
"Fuck yes," he says, leading me out the door.
When we make it to the house, both of us can't get out of the car fast enough. As soon as we make it inside, Edward grabs me, slamming my body up against the wall, throwing his keys on the floor in the process. I chuck my purse, letting it land somewhere by the staircase. Edward grabs me by my legs, thrusting me up vertically. I wrap my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his back. His mouth crashes on my neck, his lips covering every inch. I put my hands in his hair, pulling his head back slightly. His deep green eyes reflect in mine, his touch screaming passion. His hands leave my ass, his hips pinning me against the wall instead. They travel from my hips and reach between my legs. He hooks his finger underneath my thong, grazing my clit in the process.
"So wet my Bella," he breaths into my mouth.
His fingers continue to graze my sex, and he pushes his index finger inside me. I gasp as he flicks it upward, hitting my G-Spot. He starts pumping his arm, sliding it in and out fast. After a few dozen pumps he adds another. I scream out.
After a few minutes I can feel the familiar pressure building up in me, my body convulsing.
"Edward, I think I'm gonna…" I start to say, until he removes his fingers from me completely.
"What the fuck?" I scream.
"Oh Bella, you think I'm just going to let you come that quick? I told you that you were going to pay for that little thong lie," he says, smirking.
For the love of Christ.
His lips are back on me, his tongue grazing my ear.
"I want you in my bed," he whispers.
All I can do is shake my head yes.
He pulls my body from the wall, and starts walking up the stairs, carrying me 'a la bride' style. When we make it to the top, he turns left and we are facing double doors. I can feel his hands trying to pull on the knob, but seems to be having trouble.
"Mother fucker!" he groans.
I can't help but let laughter escape me. After a few more failed attempts, he takes a step back, and then slams his foot into them, making them fly open.
When we get in his room its pitch black dark. Edward walks over to the left and drops me, my back hitting something plush. For a second I feel alone, until I feel the weight of his chest on top of me. I feel around, making out the front of his shirt. I hastily unbutton all of them, sliding it off. I then reach down, my fingers finding his pants, undoing it fast. He gets up slightly pulling them off. I can feel his hard member on me, the skin of it soft against me. He then stands up, flicking on a small lap near his bedside. It lights up the room slightly and I can now see him. Edward is standing, completely naked. My breath hitches inside my chest, breathing suddenly feels difficult. My eyes scan from his face, down his chiseled chest, over his cut lines and continuing down to his package.
At the site of his cock standing erect, my sex becomes even wetter, naturally responding to the gloriousness in front of me.
Edward grabs my foot, placing his mouth on the top of it. He trails small kisses up my leg, stopping where my dress starts. His hands come up to my chest, his eyes staring at me. His fingers trail across the v neck part of it, and he forcefully rips it in half.
I give him an amused look.
"Don't worry Bella, I'll buy you a new one," he grins.
"Fuck the dress Edward, I need you… now," I groan.
"Bella, I've needed you for a long time," he responds.
I lean up, putting my tongue on his chin. The rough stubble drags across it, making me lick him harder. I hear a low growl come from his chest. I lean up slightly, unhooking my bra. I throw it off to the side. Edwards's eyes widen.
"Like what you see?" I giggle.
"You're perfect Bella."
I giggle, feeling the burn in my cheeks.
I reach down around him, trying to slip my heels off.
"Leave them on," he whispers.
He slides his mouth down my body, his mouth stopping at my thong. He wraps his teeth around it, slowly dragging it downward. When he gets it off, he smiles and places small kisses on my sex. In turn, my hips buck, wanting so much more than that. He sticks his tongue in between my lips, hitting my clit.
"Fuck Edward…" I moan.
"You like that baby?"
"Don't stop," I scream.
He returns his tongue back to my clit, flicking it fast, and then slows. The waves of pleasure are radiating through my body, my head almost going numb.
I can't take it anymore. I need him in me.
"Edward..." I say.
He stops, looking up at me.
"I need you to fuck me," I moan.
His face lights up, like he just won the fucking lottery. My smile matches his.
He slides off the bed, again the sight of his hard cock makes me whimper. To be honest, I know it's going to hurt. I'm no virgin, but I've never had one that big.
"Bella, umm are you on…" he asks.
I blush.
"No."
He reaches over, grabbing a condom out of his nightstand. I sit up on my elbows, watching him. He puts the package to his mouth, ripping it open, pulling it out. He places the condom on the tip, slowly sliding it down the shaft. It's tight, the girth of his member straining it. I can't help but stare, Edward clearly noticing. He lays back down on me, and centers himself with my opening. His emerald green eyes stare into mine, silently asking me if I'm ready. I nod my head up and down slightly. He pushes his hips forward, his shaft sliding the tip into me slightly. I wince, biting my lip.
"Bella…." he says, trying to slide out.
I grab his hips. "No…just slow," I say.
He slowly begins to push into me more.
"Fuck Bella…you so tight. I'm having a really hard time not busting my load right now."
I giggle, probably out of nervousness.
Once he gets fully inside me, I can feel myself loosen a little. He pulls it out, and then pushes it back in, very slowly at first. He picks up his pace, my body responding to every thrust. I slam my mouth to his, my tongue attacking his mouth. I bit his lip gently, which makes him thrust faster. I put my hands into his hair, tugging it. He is now thrusting into me hard and small whimpers begin to leave my mouth, pouring into his. His left arm lifts off the bed, and begins grazing my nipple, and then he squeezes it hard.
"Ahhhhh…." I moan out.
My hips begin to move, making his shaft slide even farther in. A massive wave of ecstasy flows through me, running from my head to my toes.
"Edward…I think I'm gonna…" I mutter.
He reaches down, pinching my clit.
My body begins to shake, pure pleasure taking over all my senses. I scream out while I ride out the orgasm, and then I feel Edward's member pulse frantically inside of me.
"Fuck Bella…" he cries through gritted teeth as he rides out his.
When we both come down from our high, we look at each other, smiling.
He leans down, giving me a peck of the mouth.
"Watching you scream was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life. And your tight pussy is a gift from God."
I smile. "Your cock ain't so bad either."
He slowly slides out of me and I can already feel the soreness.
"I'll be right back," he says, walking into the bathroom. I get a nice view of his ass, making me want round 2.
He comes back after a few minutes, rubbing his eyes.
"Tired there cowboy?" I ask.
"Nope," he says, clearly lying.
He lies down on left side of the bed, dragging me up into the crook of his arm. We lay there for a couple of minutes before my eyes become heavy, and I surrender to it.
