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Chapter title belongs to Noel Coward („Pacific 1860")
This story is rated M.
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Chapter 8: This is the Night for Lovers
EDWARD
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, and double fuck.
I seem to fuck up every single time it comes to Bella, and last night was the official crowning point.
Accelerating my steps, I can feel the air pump through my lungs. It's seven p.m., and Central Park's running tracks are almost empty. The air is cold and clear, and it's getting dark.
After falling asleep on the couch last night, I woke with a sore back and in a vile mood, realizing that I actually need to find closure with Tanya. So I called her this afternoon. She sounded groggy and sick as I tried to explain to her that her dependency on me has to end, and that she needs to get help. She cried, and… Well, it was the same conversation we've already had a hundred times, and it left me not one step closer to a solution this time either.
I thought about calling Isabella, but I had no idea what to say, or how to make it right, or how to explain to her why I had ended our hot, steamy session in order to go to my crazy ex-wife. Almost ex-wife.
Fuck, I hadn't even been able to do anything for Tanya; Kate might just have called in any doctor. Or I might have put my foot down and told her to do exactly that, thereby taking a first step in the right direction. I am not helping Tanya by continuing to act as her crutch.
And now have royally fucked it up with the most interesting, beautiful and alluring woman I have ever met.
My breath is coming in harsh gasps in the chilly air.
What I experienced last night was more than mere attraction, more than lust. There was something between us - a spark, a connection - that still leaves me breathless and shaken. She makes me want to be anything and everything I can be for her. She's brave, and so much stronger and wiser than she gives herself credit for. She's beautiful, so beautiful, killing me with those little blushes and shy gestures. She's a walking contradiction, an actress turning insecure under people's stares. But then, I've never even seen her act.
And I want to. Badly. Because there's a side to her that I've only shortly been witnessing, and that's a side of her which is completely self-assured and fierce, and fiery. I think I might be able to see that once I get to see her excel in her chosen profession, but I also saw it last night. Beneath that delicate façade, my Bella's bold.
I'm wiped out when I arrive home, both from the physical exercise as the mental exertion. Standing in the shower, I relax under the hot spray, but it's not enough; my thoughts are still in a hamster's wheel.
And then, all of a sudden - and I have no idea where it comes from - I turn off the water and say to myself, "That's just not good enough."
I don't bother drying myself off properly, putting on some jeans and sneakers and a sweater, grabbing my keys and wallet and heading toward the garage.
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It's fucking cold outside. My hair is not quite dry and I probably look like a loony, but I couldn't care less as I'm studying the names on the plates again until I find the one saying SWAN. She answers after a minute or two, her voice sounding low and muddled.
"Yes?"
"Bella? It's… It's me. Edward. Can I come upstairs? Please?"
"Um… Okay."
The door opens with a low buzz. I'm nervous as fuck on my way upstairs, but I realize that this is the only thing I want to do right now.
She eyes me shyly from the door, and then opens it to let me in.
Holy fuck.
She's wearing a pale blue bathrobe and thick grey socks, and, from all appearances, nothing more. I gulp.
"Edward?"
And then I take in her face, and she looks unbearably sad and exhausted, her eyes red and swollen as though she's been crying for hours. Her hair is in a messy knot on top of her head, small curls framing her pretty, pale face.
She gestures for me to step in and closes the door behind me.
"What are you doing here?" Her voice is tiny and hoarse.
"I'm so sorry for what happened last night. I shouldn't have left…"
She stares at me with wide eyes, looking so broken, so sweet and so small.
Unaware of my own actions, I step a bit closer to her, cupping her cheek in my hand, hoping that I'm not overstepping any boundaries.
Bella doesn't move, doesn't take her eyes off mine, and doesn't reject my touch.
"Why did you come?" she whispers. Is it hope I detect there?
"To see you," I whisper back. "To prove to you that Tanya is in the past. To tell you that you're important to me." I swallow. "Very much so."
Her skin is so soft, and my heart aches a little as she pulls her lower lip between her teeth, watching me cautiously. I step closer still, and I can now feel the warmth of her body and smell her freshly bathed scent.
Neither of us speaks, but there's a sizzle between us, like an electric current, as if blue sparks were fizzing in the air between us. Imperceptibly, she leans her face a little closer into my hand, her huge, dark eyes full of fear and longing and warmth, making my mouth go dry. Slowly, hesitantly, I slip my hand a little lower, touching her jaw and throat, and I can feel her violent pulse beneath my fingers. Her breath speeds up, and I see her swallow.
I graze her collarbone with the very tips of my fingers, and she closes her eyes for a second. Bending my head, I bring my face so close to hers that our breaths mingle.
"Bella…" I murmur.
"Edward…"
Her lips reach out for mine and we melt into a tender, careful kiss, our mouths searching for one another. It's slow, and cautious, and sweet - oh so sweet. Her arms twine around my neck as she presses herself against me, her fingers entangling in my hair as I pull her even closer, enfolding her small body with my arms. The kiss continues, still slow, but ever more sensuous as I feel the very tip of her warm tongue stroke my lower lip, tentatively running over my teeth. It's utter heaven. Bella makes a small whining sound as my tongue meets hers, and it's all soft and hot and wet, our bodies so close that I am certain she's naked beneath her robe, and she'll be able to feel my excitement very clearly.
We're still in her hallway, kissing and touching and breathing, lost in each other. Her hands are exploring my back and at some point, she slips them beneath my sweater and shirt, caressing my skin with small fingers that make me shudder. I still don't want to trespass, so I leave my own hands where they are round her waist. When we part for breath, our foreheads touch, and she whispers my name. I bury my face in her neck, kissing and licking and sucking, and she moans softly as my fingers run along her ribcage, which encourages me a little further, and I gently cup her breast. It feels incredible, soft and supple, as if it were made to fit into my hand.
Our mouths meet again for an endless kiss, filled with tenderness and desire and pure and utter bliss. Just when I'm thinking that things can't get any better, Bella starts tugging a little at the hem of my sweater, her hands roaming my chest, then tugging again. I lean back just enough to see her eyes, mine posing a clear question.
"I want this off, Edward," she murmurs thickly.
The sweater falls to the floor and I eye her while she watches me, biting her lip. She wraps her arm around my neck once more, bringing my face close to hers, peppering my chin and cheeks and lips with kisses, travelling to my ear. Fidgeting with my shirt, her breath is hot as she whispers, "That too."
"Bella," I mumble, "you… you know where this is going, right?"
"Yes," she rasps. "To my bedroom."
BELLA
Every cell of my body is alive and tingling. This man is the most gorgeous specimen I have ever set eyes on, all lean and broad-shouldered, with a muscular torso that I want to lick all over. And I'm going to.
His kisses are maddeningly slow and thorough, building a low throbbing in my abdomen.
Large hands covering my breasts. Little sounds coming from us, lingering in the air. I can feel his erection pressed into my stomach.
His skin is soft and warm and I can feel every bone and muscle as I explore his upper body. He smells so fucking good that my brain is swimming. I kiss his nipple and he sighs longingly.
For a fraction of a second, I hope that Cedric won't come and throw a tantrum, but then I remember I shut the bedroom door once we moved here.
He tastes so good too. Like honey and man, and maybe heaven.
His lips are nuzzling my neck again, sucking so hard I'm sure it'll leave a mark, and I don't care, I may even want it. His fingers have made their way to the collar of my robe, and at last he slips one hand inside. I gasp when he touches my breast, his thumb circling my nipple. I'm so wet already, and my whole lower body is screaming for him. He pushes the robe over my shoulder and showers dozens of tiny kisses on my skin before his lips close around my nipple and a deep moan escapes my throat.
He goes on and on, with soft strong lips and a curious tongue, before pulling the robe off my other shoulder, bestowing the same attention on my other nipple, while rolling the now neglected one between his fingers until I'm about to faint. My hands are busy unclasping his belt, then undoing the buttons of his fly.
He makes a small gasping sound when I touch him through his boxers. He's hot and hard and big. Our lips meet again in a sloppy, messy, needy kiss. My robe drops to the floor. Edward's hands cover my ass. I push his jeans down and he hastily kicks off his shoes and pulls off his socks before discarding them. I remember that I'm still in my thick woollen socks, so I quickly get rid of them as well.
He gently pulls me to the bed with him where we lay side by side, kissing and touching and sighing, learning each other's body, drowning in this all-consuming, newly found intimacy. After a while, though, something stronger takes over, our touches becoming more lustful, the kissing hungrier. Edward's fingers linger on my belly, drawing gentle circles, then travel lower, stroking the patch of hair, and when I moan softly,, slip into my wet folds.
"Bella…"
We have moved so he's half on top of me, his penis poking my thigh.
"Yes…"
"Are you… Are you sure you want this?"
"Yes."
My lips find his again.
"Yes, Edward… Make love to me."
He moans softly against my lips while his fingers titillate me in the most delightful way before grazing over my clit, and I whimper with pleasure.
"Is that good?" His voice is a low, sexy rumble in my ear.
"Yes… Oh, yes…"
He gingerly dips one finger into me and I almost scream because it feels so good. Instead of screaming, I lightly bite his shoulder
At least I hope it was light, but he doesn't complain.
I want him. I want him so badly.
So I pull at his boxer briefs while he buries a second finger inside me, making me tremble. And groan.
"Edward – "
He's now completely on top, so I can't do much about it, fumbling haphazardly with the offending garment.
"Patience, baby," he breathes in my ear.
"No," I moan. "No… I want you…"
A low growl comes from his chest and he bites the side of my neck as I drive my fingers inside his boxers and close them around his cock. He feels amazing - so warm, soft skin covering steel hardness.
"Do you…" His breath is hot and his voice strained. "… have a condom?"
"Mmm…"
He gives me room to move and I dig into my nightstand, handing him the little foil package a second later. While he opens it, I pull down his boxers, as excited like a kid unwrapping its Christmas gift.
Whoa.
Okay. I can handle this.
I think.
Discarding his boxers on the floor, I watch him roll down the condom.
I gulp a little, because seeing him touch himself is really, really turning me on.
And then he's on top of me again, kissing me hotly while his fingers tease me in the exact perfect way until I'm groaning aloud, my hands entangling in his hair.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers. "So fucking beautiful."
I feel him lined up against my entrance and he's kissing me deeply, hungrily, his tongue probing into my mouth, dancing with mine.
He enters me slowly, carefully, allowing my body to adjust to his size, and a drawn-out moan escapes both of us. He slips in deeper, keeping still once he's in all the way, filling me completely. He's hovering above me, kissing me softly, and my eyes lock with his, and we're connected.
"You okay?" he whispers.
"I've never been more okay in my life," I breathe, and a small smile appears on his face.
He kisses me again, then starts moving slowly. I've never seen anything more beautiful than Edward's face, glowing with pleasure, his cheeks rosy, strands of hair in his eyes, as he moves in and out of me, whispering to me, his fingers teasing my nipples, his breath melting with mine.
I twine my legs around his waist, feeling him even deeper that way, and I realize that I'm close already, my body yearning for its release. Catching his lips, I draw him into a violent, wet kiss, mumbling, "So good… Please…" into his mouth, hoping he'll catch my intent.
Edward moans and softly bites my lip, then intensifies his movements, driving into me powerfully. We're both covered in a sheen of sweat, the sound of his sex slickly moving in and out of me mixing with our grunts and groans.
I'm close, so close.
"Edward – yes… oh… oh…" I whimper and shudder, overtaken by waves of pleasure that engulf my body and soul, the universe embracing me or the other way around, stars shooting through my brain and blinding light behind my eyes as my whole body clenches around him and I fall apart into a million pieces. When I'm halfway down from my high, I open my eyes to see his face filled with lust and fulfilment as he thrusts into me three, four more times, then stills, burying himself deep inside me, grunting as I feel his release even through the thin layer between us. He gives two more shallow thrusts, and then makes this tiny sound like a yelp as he collapses on top of me.
Our bodies are a sticky, sweaty pile of goo. Edward's hot face is on my chest as our panting gradually subsides.
He kisses my breast, then raises himself up a little and kisses my lips. His face is radiant, cheeks all rosy and eyes aglow.
"Oh my…" he murmurs against my lips. "That was fucking incredible."
Running my fingers down his damp spine, I smile and kiss him.
"It fucking was."
He grins and kisses me some more, then gingerly pulls himself out, swiftly turning to his side to get rid of the condom before lying on his back and drawing me into his broad, warm chest. Our breaths are slowing down and he passes a finger up and down my back. I kiss the smattering of bronze hair, which tickles me, and sigh happily, feeling impossibly secure and relaxed in his arms.
Edward nuzzles my forehead with his nose, kissing me softly, murmuring that I'm beautiful.
"So are you," I whisper, and he snorts and gently pinches my butt.
"What made you come?" I prop myself up a little so I can see his face.
Edward's eyes are alight with mischief as he grins.
"Um… you?"
Smiling, I kiss him quickly, and then look at him once more.
"Seriously?" He's making little patterns on my back.
I nod.
"I was so afraid that last night I'd fucked it all up for good with you. And I realized just how important you are to me." He intertwines his fingers with mine and kisses the back of my hand. "I don't want to lose you before I even know you." He kisses the inside of my wrist. "I want to know you."
Our eyes meet, his shining like amber in the low light from the bedside lamp.
"I want to know you too," I whisper. I consider our hands, his large one wrapped around my small one. His fingers are long and beautiful.
"Good." A huge smile spreads from his eyes to his lips.
"I was afraid I'd never see you again," I say, my voice so low I hope he hears me. "Because… I like you… very much."
"I like you too, Isabella. I can't think of anything but you. Do you know how long I've wanted this?" He gestures between our naked bodies.
"Since we first met? I mean, if I go by my own reaction…"
His eyes light up as his smile broadens even more, and he kisses me slowly, languidly, telling me through his actions that this is about much more than just sex.
"Really?" he murmur, and my heartbeat speeds up from the sensation of my breasts touching his chest, tickling me in a good way. Something occurs to me.
"Even though I thought you were gay…"
"What?" He squints his eyes in disbelief, but chuckles.
"I don't know…" I kiss his throat and collarbone. He smells delicious. "You looked incredibly attractive, like a GQ cover or something, all neat and stylish and playful and sensitive…"
"That doesn't make me gay, baby."
My heart flutters as he calls me baby. I kiss his shoulder and move to the side of his neck, sucking softly.
He sighs.
"And clearly, you're not," I whisper in his ear before licking over it, feeling the grip of his arms tighten. Slowly, I run my fingers down his side, tracing each rib, travelling his hipbone, my nails grazing his thigh.
Edward squeezes my ass and pulls me closer so I'm almost on top of him, then draws me into another kiss, his teeth lightly tugging at my lip before he runs his tongue over it.
I move a little so I'm straddling him, feeling his growing erection.
"Fuck, you're sexy, Isabella…"
I watch him as his eyes feast on my body, a burning desire in them.
"Your breasts are so beautiful… Perfect…"
He moistens his fingers with his tongue and then rolls one nipple between them; it's hard.
"So you thought I was gay, huh?"
He's playing with me, his voice husky with arousal.
"Mmm-hmm." I moan a little and arch my back as his fingers continue their ministrations.
"Want me to show you how much I'm not?"
"Yes," I whimper, and with that, he lifts himself up and sucks my nipple between his lips until I'm putty in his hands.
EDWARD
This second time, we both last much longer, and it's a life-changing experience to see her move on top of me, tortuously slowly, her beautiful face rosy and aglow with lust. Her long, dark locks are falling over her shoulders and her breasts bounce up and down with each movement. I never want to do anything else again. I've been around the block in my day, okay, I used to be quite a tomcat in college, but it's never been like this. Not with Tanya, not with Julia, nor with the other serious relationships in my adult life.
This is… mind-blowing, a connection so much deeper than the mere physical one. She devours me, envelops me. She makes me feel whole. I want her to want me, want her to need me, be proud of me.
Her body is so much more splendid than I imagined, all creamy white and soft and sweet, delicate and sumptuous. Her breasts are beyond perfect, plump and firm, with rosy nipples calling out for me. I want to spend my life worshipping them. I want to bury my face in them and buy them jewellery. And then I want to do much more kinky things to them…
"Edward – "
God, it's a turn-on to hear her cry out my name, her face rapturous with pleasure. My hands are digging into her hips, moving her up and down, watching her as she watches me.
"Baby," I groan, "this is so good… So fucking good…" My voice is drowned by a moan as she reaches behind her and cups my balls.
"Fuck…" I wheeze.
"Is that …" She gives them a soft squeeze. "Do you…" I can tell she's not used to being very vocal about it.
"It's perfect," I grunt. "Perfect…"
I run a hand from her hip to her stomach, then lower, applying gentle pressure to her clit.
"Ah…" Her voice is high.
I continue what I'm doing, rubbing and stroking softly but steadily. Her eyes are closed, her head thrown back as she mumbles my name.
"Good?" I can see that it is, but I want her to feel free to tell me what she wants.
"So… so good… Oh, God…"
She is riding me harder and it is divine, her hot, slick flesh surrounding me, enveloping me. This is how it's meant to be. I'm home.
I can feel the pressure increasing, and I don't know how much longer I can make it; but I gather from her expression that she's –
"I'm close," she whimpers. "So… so… oh… ooohhh…."
And I can feel her tighten, her little body erupting in convulsions that seem to go on and on, and I grip her hard, rapidly moving her up and down, until I find my release, bucking my hips, pushing into her roughly as my mind goes blank and I'm overtaken by the most intense orgasm, shuddering as I drown in pleasure; in the feel of her.
Shakily, she collapses on top of me. Our breathing is ragged; our bodies are hot and covered with sweat. It takes me a minute to surface to the world. I'm floating on a blissful high. Opening my eyes, I see Bella's face, her head on my shoulder, and she's smiling a glowing, freshly fucked smile. I kiss her.
"Wow," she whispers against my lips. "Is it always like this with you?"
I kiss her some more. She tastes salty and sweet.
"No," I murmur. "Must be you…"
Pulling out of her, we both wince at the loss of contact. I quickly wrap the condom in a Kleenex and pull her close once more, my hands on her ass. She's twined around me, her hair spread over my chest as she lays her head down, our breaths getting even.
"This feels nice," she murmurs.
Nice doesn't even begin to cover it. It feels… natural.
"Yes." I kiss the top of her head. Her hair smells so good, all fresh and girly.
I can't remember ever being this happy. Everything's fine. I'm in bed with my girl, hugging her close, kissing her hair. Excepting, maybe, the little twitch at my heart.
I hope she'll be my girl.
Her stomach growls, and she laughs shyly.
"Sounds like somebody's hungry."
"I only had a sandwich for lunch."
"Then we should get you fed, sweet actress."
"I don't know if I even have anything to eat," she admits sheepishly.
"We'll find something." I kiss her nose, and she moves in order to climb off of me, but for a second, she stills her movements and looks at me with large, soulful eyes.
"Edward? Will… will you stay?"
"If you'll have me," I reply earnestly, and it's about more than just tonight.
A happy smile comes to her face, and her rosy cheeks blush a little deeper.
"There's nothing I'd love more."
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Re-posted 06/18/2011
Thank you, dellaterra, because I can't say it often enough!
