9
I woke up the next morning for class and went into the bathroom to get ready. I tried to be as quiet as possible and Edward never stirred. I picked up his clothes off the floor and stuck them in the dryer as I ate breakfast. I then laid them out on my chair and left a note saying he could stay as long as he wanted and I would be back at one.
I returned home to find the place empty. He didn't leave a note and he hadn't tried to call me. I tried to let it slide and focused on some homework until time to head to work. I was adamant if he showed up at the gallery I would not let anything happen between us.
He never came and he never called. Finally after three days I sent him a text. I miss you.
My phone rang and I quickly answered it. I could hear music playing loudly and he moved so it began to fade into the background. "Are you mad?" he asked.
"About what? No, I'm not mad. I just haven't seen you and I miss you," I tried to explain.
"Oh," he said, as if confused.
I thought for a moment and then asked, "Do I have a reason to be mad?"
I prepared myself for his response. I was terrified he would tell me he had just finished having sex with a woman in a club restroom. Instead he said, "I lost my motorcycle key."
"Do you need a ride anywhere?" I asked, and wondered if he lost it recently or three days ago.
"No," he chuckled. "Where are you?"
"I'm at home," I said, and then felt like a loser for being home on a Friday night.
"Okay, bye," he said and hung up. I stared at the phone in shock. He didn't say if he was coming over or not. I got prepared just in case and ended up sitting alone in my room for three hours. When the doorbell rang I jumped up and rushed to the door.
Edward looked gorgeous in his skinny jeans and plain black t-shirt. He leaned against the doorframe and smiled in a way that set my body on fire. I couldn't resist him and grabbed the front of his shirt and kissed him passionately. He responded and moved me into the apartment and against the wall.
His hands wandered freely and I let my leg rise to his hip to feel him where I needed him. "Do you want me to fuck you here?" he asked with just a breath.
I pulled back and tried to calm down. It was time to set some limits and I would start right now. "Can we talk for a second first?" He shrugged, as if either activity was fine with him. I led him into my room and set him in a chair.
"Edward, I think we need to have someā¦rules."
"Oh God," he groaned and looked so disappointed. I was tempted to back out of the conversation but I knew it was too crucial to skip.
"I don't like it when you talk crudely to me. I mean once in awhile is okay, but not when I'm trying to show you how much I care for you."
"What did I say?" he asked in shock.
"What you just asked me in the hallway. It was offensive."
He looked over at the door and then back at me. "Offensive, I just asked you where you wanted me to fuck you, how is that offensive?"
I sighed loudly and moved to my knees in front of him. "It was the way you said it. You can ask without profanity. When you talk so bluntly it makes me feel cheap."
"I thought I was being polite by asking," he said in confusion.
"You were," I assured him. "But you can ask if I would like to go to my bed instead of the way you said it."
He glanced at the bed and then back at me. "Okay," he said without any other comment.
I decided to take the discussion even further. "I would also like to hear from you more often. It isn't that I don't trust you or I'm clingy, I just enjoy talking to you and seeing you."
He rubbed his eyes as if I had just asked him to begin looking at diamonds. He finally let his hands fall and he said, "I get sidetracked. I get a plan in my head, but stuff comes up all the time."
"That's fine. You can text me or make a quick call. I just want to know you're okay and that I matter to you."
His eyes softened and he put his hands into my hair. He spoke softly and his demeanor was so different from how it usually was. "You matter," he said, to send my heart into my throat.
I climbed onto his lap and kissed him softly. "I like hearing I matter," I admitted.
He moved my head so my neck was exposed and began kissing and nibbling on it. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation as he moved lower to my breast. He finally mumbled against my skin, "Do you want to go to your bed?"
I smiled and opened my eyes to look down at him. He grabbed onto my thighs and thrusts his pelvis as he said, "Or I could give it to you good right here."
At least there wasn't any profanity so it was a step in the right direction, a small step, but a step all the same. I moved off of his lap and he quickly disposed of his jeans and boxers. I got undressed and crawled up onto my bed. He stood over me and looked up and down my body. I felt so exposed and fearful he was going to make some stark observation to embarrass me.
"You should be naked all the time," he said, and then moved to lie on top of me.
"I only want to be naked for you," I said, and wrapped my legs around him.
He looked at me for a moment and then shook his head back and forth. "I don't get it Bella, why me?"
I had asked myself that very question many times. It wasn't something I could explain or breakdown into rational conversation. I was drawn to him and I felt like I needed to him to breathe. I shrugged and said, "The moment I saw you I felt something. The more I get to know you the deeper I feel it."
He let his head fall to mine and he kept his eyes opened as he looked at me up close. "I'm afraid you'll begin to see me. It is like you're blind now, but something could happen and then you'll see me."
I held his face with my hands and said, "I'm not blind. I see you and I'm crazy about you."
"Am I going to ruin it?" he asked in the voice of a terrified child. I shook my head steadfastly and watched his eyes fill with tears. It was the most emotion I had seen from him, as if holding him tightly so nothing could draw his mind away helped him feel my love for him.
He kissed me lovingly causing my legs to tighten around him. I managed to move to where it would only take the slightest movement and we would be connected. He quickly pulled away and said in a panic, "Not without a condom. I'm not getting stuck with a fucking baby."
"I'm on the pill," I told him, hoping it would ease his mind, but I also needed to realize I wasn't sure I could trust him yet and maybe a condom would be a wise thing.
"Yeah, well, women lie about shit like that," he said and grabbed a condom from his jeans.
I sat up and looked directly at his face. "Excuse me," I said, "But I don't lie about shit like that."
I was furious at his insinuation and wanted him to know if we had an issue with lying it wasn't going to be coming from my end. He totally ignored me and climbed back into the bed. I grabbed the condom from his hand and said, "Look at me, Edward. I am not lying about the pill. If you want to use a condom fine, but I'm not lying to you."
He rolled onto his back and put his hands behind his head. "You can put it on me," he said with a grin.
I sat there with the wrapper in my hand as he displayed a full erection and I felt like someone doused me in ice water. I dropped it on his chest and said, "Put it on yourself."
He picked it up and opened it with his teeth, fully intending to put it on and have sex. He was clueless to my anger at the moment. I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. "I'm taking a shower," I said angrily and slammed the door.
I had used the shampoo and was adding the conditioner to my hair when the shower door opened and Edward stepped in. I noticed he was not wearing the condom. He took hold of my hands and raised them over my head before pushing me against the wall.
His lower body remained back and away from me, but his hand kept my arms over my head. His free hand ran down my stomach and then stopped between my legs. His head dropped and his eyes closed as if concentrating on his movement. I was losing control quickly when he suddenly let go of my hands and dropped to his knees to move one of my legs over his shoulder.
His tongue continued what his fingers had been doing and I cried out in total pleasure. I grabbed onto the soap rack with one hand and his hair with the other. My body was moving with a will all of its own as he took me higher and higher. I suddenly arched back and every muscle clinched in absolute bliss. He kissed his way up my body to my mouth and then pulled me tightly into his arms.
I wasn't a virgin, but I had never been one to experiment sexually. Edward brought out a different side of me and I couldn't seem to get enough of him. I wanted to make him feel the way he just made me feel. I said into his ear, "Tell me what to do for you."
"I like it deep in your throat and fast," he said and put his hands out to the wall to brace himself. I reluctantly moved to my knees, not sure I could actually pull this off.
He was already breathing quickly and I stared at his penis with fear. There was no way I was getting that much down my throat. I finally decided to give Edward something he wasn't expecting. Women probably gave him hard, fast sex all the time, but I would make it slow and very tender.
I reached out to wrap my hand around his phallus and then gently kissed it before letting my tongue run lightly around the head. He moaned and his knees buckled a little before he got control. I continued to tease and offer soft bites as his hips began to thrust on their own. I pushed him against the glass of the shower to hold him still and continued the slow methodical movements in and out of my mouth.
Every time he tried to thrust I held him still and refused to speed up. He finally pushed me away and covered his dick with his hand as he shot into his palm. It surprised me that he would push me away and I wondered if maybe he was disappointed in me. I looked at his face as I stood and he returned my gaze with his eyes opened wide. "Oh my God," he said and pulled me to his mouth and kissed me aggressively. I smiled widely as he kissed me, feeling proud of myself and happy I made him feel loved.
Now, if he just wouldn't say anything to ruin it.
