{The Client}
Summary- I have nothing to fear but fear itself. And my incompetent stylist. I just asked for Spanx, but his hand is raised and…this isn't going to end well.
Characters- Edward, Bella, and their many shenanigans.
Rated M- Don't tell me you're just in it for the malarkey.
Chapter Ten: Ma'am, Please Don't Waste Public Services for Nonsense
His kiss is beyond anything I had ever imagined. While part of me is shocked, the other part is in a complete daze. His tongue straddles on the fine line between complete masculinity and the sweet taste of honey. Unknowingly, I wrap myself around him, inhaling his aroma while trying to remind myself I'm still in public.
Pulling back, Edward laughs, and the sound of it is completely charming.
"You just can't help yourself, can you?" Edward chuckles, the light in his eyes gleams at my moistened lips.
I shrug, my mouth still tingling. "First of all, you kissed me, so quit with the whole sexual harassment speech. Secondly, if you think this is your way of getting a raise… consider it done."
Pushing the tendrils of my hair behind my ear, Edward leans in closer. "I have a better idea."
His breath brushes across my face, and I can feel my knees weakening by the moment. "Yeah?"
You wanna throw me down on the pavement and have your way with me?
I mean, I'll have to get a blanket first, but yeah, I'm down…
Grasping my hand, Edward pulls me into the waiting car, heaving me down into his lap. Piles of bags tumble over, and I giggle like a schoolgirl who has lost her mind.
A little sexy, a lot like a maniac.
His fingers strum beneath my hair, particularly the back of my neck. My nerves are so bundled I can't think clearly.
And then I feel it.
His erection, pressing me in the leg, causes me to move in closer. I grind against him, the heat between my legs rising in temperature in accordance with his stare. The pivot of my hips hits the exact spot and Edward groans in a sound that turned me on incessantly. Our lips connect again, and even though I realize we are moving way too fast, I can't find it within me to stop. His hands cup my bottom, giving it a slight squeeze, as the car takes off at a steady speed.
The uncontrollable urge to touch every part of his delicious body does not allude him. His tongue goes deeper, his hands grope me harder. We kiss feverously, as if there was not enough time in the world to explore this new turn in our…whatever this was. The leather seat squeaks at Edward attempts to adjust our bodies, and my fingers run through his hair, clutching hard enough I thought he would stop me.
I need to stop…
Too much…
We can't…
The internal battle from within is shut up instantly by my hormones. His fingers move slowly up my thigh and I still feel as if I'm going to fall at any second.
Get it together, Bella. If you faint, you never see his cock and how awful would that be? It'll just be you and that stupid fish, Bait, hanging out in Neverland while the EMT performs CPR on your dying corpse, wondering why the hell your legs are wet.
His luscious lips suck on my neck, and I'm moaning as his feather-light touches trail leisurely up to my sweet spot.
"You smell so damn good, Bella." I instantly melt at his husky voice. This is the Edward I don't know. The one I only have small glimpse of, the one I found smoking cigarettes and desecrating the side of buildings. His hands reach the inside of my lace thong and he's torturing me, making small circles around my area, tickling, but never fully touching.
"Please?" My voice is so small, it almost sounds like a purr.
Several wet licks just below my earlobe and I whimper just as he rubs my clitoris. I'm about to lose it and he's barely even started. The bitter torment continues until he enters two fingers simultaneously.
"Fuck, Edward, don't stop, please…"
The thrust of his hand pumps at a rhythm that I move in harmony with, and somehow, I try not to scream as my hair creates a curtain between us. I grip my fists tightly into his chaotic mane, cursing obscenities no decent woman would ever utter in public. His eyes blazed with a passion, holding me in place with just his stare.
The fire burns through me, the vibration starting to come in waves.
"Come for me, Bella!" His seductive tone rocks me into an abyss, a never-ending hole where I'm drowning as my muscles contract around him. My muffled screams are hidden within his shoulder, each second getting louder with every tremble.
Fuck.
I lay panting; refusing to move, denying my pride any source of forgiveness.
Just as I get the courage to look up, half-expecting to see a smirk on Edward's face, but the deadened look in his eyes scare me.
"Edward?"
He sits still for a moment. The silence between us is unbearable.
"Bella. We need to talk."
Now, I was no relationship expert, but the sound of his voice and his motionless body told me that whatever he had to discuss, was certainly not good. I want to be mad at him, for ruining my bliss, for not just letting me be.
Instead, I whisper a small 'okay' and take a deep breath.
I just hoped whatever he had to say didn't ruin my vibe.
Otherwise, there was no way the EMTs were going to save me from this one.
Thanks for reading & keep on laughing.
XOXO,
ThisIsReallyHappening
Whew, so who enjoyed the smexy scene?
Is Edward finally fessin' up?
Why in the heck am I writing past 2am?!