Saturday Afternoon, August 6th
"Does that feel good?" he asks as his fingers slip further inside me.
I'm looking at him between my legs – all messy bronze hair and vivid green eyes, blurry but focused on mine. We're in his bed, white sheets soft and tangled, while streaming sunlight covers and warms our already overheated bodies.
Exposed.
Open.
Completely vulnerable and absolutely wanton.
It's never been like this. Not once – not ever in my entire life has anyone ever fucked me the way that Edward Cullen fucks me.
"What about this?" he says, his voice intense, but his eyes smiling like he's Tyra fucking Banks. But more than that – so much more than that – like he knows the answer to his question. His fingers twist and curl and hit that part of me – that secret ridge inside that I didn't think existed before him. And just as I buck and writhe against his hand, his pink tongue slips through his perfect lips and he covers my pussy with his mouth.
Breath, hot and wet.
Tongue, licking and pressing and stroking my clit until I scream.
Until I can't take anymore.
"Please, Edward…" I cry, breathless, coming. "Oh…oh, god…please…"
But he doesn't listen to me. Instead, he uses his shoulders to push my legs further apart. And then he pulls back, his fingers still inside and his mouth and chin all wet and shining with…me. I see it, reflected in the sunlight. I smell it…how much I want him. How much I still want him. Even after all of that. He licks his lips as he looks into my eyes; my body still trembling with tiny convulsions of all the pleasure that remains.
And then he looks back down.
Back to where I am more open than before – to where I am seeping and dripping and needing him inside.
"Do you know what I love about this?" he asks, stoking me softly, blowing cool air on my sensitive skin. "Do you know what I love most about your pretty pussy, Bella?"
Nothing.
I say nothing because I can't. Because all I can do is stare at him staring at me.
He pushes in closer.
"Nothing from my sweet girl?" he purrs and then laps at me like a kitten drinking milk. "It's how open and beautiful you are. It's how much you have to trust me to let me get this close to you."
He places his head on the inside of my thigh. His hair is soft and blissfully contrasted with the slight hint of stubble on his jaw. His fingers slowly pull out and he uses them to spread me, stroke me.
I whimper.
I have to.
"It's more than when we fuck," he says, his voice suddenly lower, suddenly deeper. "This is so much more. This means so much more. It's the noises you make…the way you taste…it's…fuck, it's everything."
And then, without words, he is over me. I can feel him, hard and hot and heavy against my sensitive pussy. The smell of my sex, of what he just did to me fills every sense…and I breathe it in. Deeply. I want to taste it – to taste me on him.
"I need to be inside you now," he says as he shifts, allowing me to feel what he still has left to give me. "Come on, baby…invite me in."
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A/N
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