All I could see was the top of his head, but I could feel his tongue inside me, fucking me, slick with my wetness, then sliding up to my clit and flicking, pressing, sucking, biting, until I moaned loudly and buried a hand in his hair. I squeezed tightly, a handful of his soft hair in my fingers, and he had to have felt it, but he never made a sound. Well, just the sounds of him devouring me, which was making me that much more aroused. Hearing him and feeling him... Jesus, I wasn't going to last long.
I pulled him to me and lifted my hips to his mouth. I was so close, and when he finally slid a finger inside me, slowly fucking me, and concentrating his tongue on my clit, I let him know what he was doing to me.
"Oh yes, like that... just like that... please..." I was mumbling a litany of words, nonstop. I couldn't help myself. "I'm so fucking close... oh God... yes... don't stop, I'm gonna come, baby." His tongue and fingers were amazing and hungrily working my pussy. I could hear the noises the he was making, growling, wet, and hungry, and it fucking made me insane. "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, don't stop..."
Then, he pulled back from me and looked up. What was he doing? Why was he stopping? I was so fucking confused and so desperate to come, especially now.
He stood up quickly, his face inches from mine, and he licked his bottom lip.
"Mmm," he moaned softly. "You taste so fucking good."
Then, he kissed me. Slowly at first, tasting of me, then our hunger building, our tongues sliding, and it was passionate and hard, tasting of us both.
He finally pulled away, both of us breathless, and grabbed my hands.
"Sorry about that," he said softly, looking down, his cheeks growing pink. "I didn't mean to do that, to act so ungentlemanly, but... I've wanted to do that since the minute I saw you tonight. I kept wondering how you would taste."
I cleared my throat and waited for him to look up, to meet my eyes again.
"And?" I asked nervously. I was hoping for a positive answer. If not, the entire evening was about to be over.
"Better than I ever could have imagined. Fantastic. Delicious."
He smiled, and I smiled with him. This would be good.
He grabbed one of my hands and pulled me along, out of the foyer and into the living room, which was large and beautifully appointed. Yes, I wanted to fuck him in every room, every surface of his super deluxe suite, but right now, I just wanted to fuck him in a bed.
"Bedroom, please," I asked with a longing in my eyes. He leaned in and kissed my neck, then whispered seductively in my ear.
"So you don't want to fuck on the couch... or on that big giant chair... or want me to go down on you on that huge dining room table... or suck my dick against the balcony railing outside... or take you from behind in that big bathroom mirror? Hmm?"
He pulled back so he could see my face.
"Actually, that's exactly what I want to do. In that order. Thanks for the laundry list. Now we have goals." I grinned. He was a little surprised at my forwardness and my reply, but he seemed to love it, and was ready for whatever I was up for. "But first," I whispered in his ear, "I want to get you completely naked and on that big bed in there." I gestured with my head to the direction of the bedroom.
He smiled broadly, easily agreeing with my plan, and pulled me into the bedroom. He stood at the end of the bed and looked at me for a minute. Then, he started to take off his jacket, and I stopped him.
"No," I said softly, but firmly. "Let me." He stopped and smiled.
I placed my hands on his chest, and I could feel how hard and firm he was under his expensive black shirt. I slid my hands up to his shoulders, under his suit coat, and pushed the coat off of him, until it hit the floor. I quickly unbuttoned his shirt, pulling and tugging until it joined his coat on the floor. I was unable to resist touching his bare skin, and I ran my fingers across his hard chest, through the dusting of hair, scraping my fingernails lightly across his hard nipples until he gasped. Yes.
I slid my hands down his stomach and unbuckled his belt. A slip of a button, a tug of a zipper, and his pants were on the floor. He stood there, breathing heavily, in nothing but tight black briefs, the boxer kind. He was glorious, even more beautiful in his natural form. Lean, muscular, strong.
I placed my hand in the middle of his chest and pushed him back until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked up at me, a curious expression on his face… anxious, excited, wondering.
I kneeled at his feet, removing his shoes and socks, then slipped his pants completely off and out of the way. Now, all that was left was his briefs, and I wanted them gone as well. I slipped my fingers into the waistband and pulled them down. He lifted up, just enough for me to complete my task, and they were quickly out of the way.
Now, he was naked.
And mine.
Hmm. Naked Edward. This can only get better from here, right?
Sorry for the delay in posting today. A little under the weather :( I think I need a tall, bronze-haired nurse to give me a spongebath.
Thanks again to LibbyLou862, the best beta and best friend on the planet...
All things "Twilight" belong to Stephanie Meyer. The remainder of the perversion is all mine. :)
