Damn.
"So, tell me. I see the way you sometimes look like you're daydreaming. Your eyes glaze over and you even take a finger inside your mouth. You look absolutely tempting." Edward said while running his fingers along my shoulder in lazy patterns.
"Mmmm... See Edward, I've fantisizing about you and your cock for months."
Edward stopped his fingers. I was lying on his chest looking at his feet (You know what they say about big feet...), and I saw his member rising again. Apparently Edward liked dirty talk.
"The last time I did it was in Lit..." I moaned at the memory. I had an imagination that sometimes surprised me. "You see; you were pinning me against a locker, kissing me senseless, exploring my body. I think I would like to experience that sometime. Lockers not necessary, of course. I can only imagine how much that would hurt... I think I'd take a wall or door, maybe a window."
Edward's dick was now completely hard. He shuddered and got up from the bed and extended a hand to me. "I want to take you against each one of those things. Later."
"You know, I once wondered if you've ever dyed your hair."
He suddenly pinned me back to the bed and sucked furiously the place begind my ear, making me whimper in pleasure.
"Trust me Angela,, the curtains match the drapes."
A/N: I am very sorry to say that this story ends here. I've recently discovered that I do not have a talent for plots. My channel will now all be WWHH (What would have happened) Read my profile for more information.