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Off Piste
- 9 -
I had three days left on the film shoot. It had been a wicked experience, but I had really felt like a part of me was attached to Edward across the world. I had been right to go it alone though - I had to give this sort of job my all, and despite a smidge of daydreaming, quite a lot of off-set texting and a couple of long phone calls, I had definitely been fully involved in the whole production.
Before I headed out for some drinks with the crew, I flicked Edward a message. I'd changed my flight to go to Austria instead of America, but hadn't told him I'd done it.
Sooo...you still after some company in Innsbruck?
Hell yes. I'll be there in two days and staying for ten.
So you were right when you pulled me away from that party, professed your desire & took me against the wall?
Bella, I know I'm right for the first time in my life.
:)
You better be with me soon :)
Oh, you can count on it spunk x
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Three and a half days later, I was in Innsbruck, Austria with Edward. His uncle's chalet was nestled in the forest with a fabulous view of the city and Alps. There were ski lifts less than a mile away, but it was still only a short trip into town. I had no idea if we'd be skiing, exploring or relaxing, but I was happy to be there.
I think Edward was pleased I was there too. He kept looking at me like I was a mirage and he wasn't certain I was really real. It was sweet.
We were almost polite but friendly around each other in the car, and then as he helped me get settled in. We'd exchanged words of certainty about our relationship via phone, but now we were face to face again after three weeks. Someone had to make the first move once again. I was waiting for the appropriate moment to jump him. Or for him to jump me.
He'd shown me round the chalet, gotten me a drink, talked almost constantly, and then was finally quiet when we were back in front of the picture window. I caught him side-eyeing me. I'd made the chairlift move, he made the Olympics move...my turn to reassure him.
I stepped forward as if to look closer out the window. I turned in front of him, put my hands up to his cheeks and shifted onto my toes to reach up and press my lips to his. Edward warmed to it instantly. In a perfect combination of movements, I jumped up to straddle his waist as he grabbed for my butt to hold me there. We were getting good at that position.
"Bedroom?" he mumbled.
"Take two steps back, sit down, and let me fuck you on the couch," I mumbled back.
He clearly understood. He broke away and looked into my eyes as he did as I had suggested.
"Bloody hell, Bella. You're a fucking goddess."
"Wait 'till I've got your cock in my mouth," I teased, shifting so I could open the buttons of his jeans.
"Unnnnggghhhh," he moaned loudly.
I wasn't really teasing anymore; after all of the suggestive texting about food and eating, I fully intended to give him the blow job of his life.
As his fully erect cock was freed from his pants, I was absolutely certain that I'd be perfectly okay with it if we spent the next few days naked or in some state of undress. There was plenty of sightseeing to be done right here in front of me.
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