Chapter 11.
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Chapter 11. Walls
After our eventful week of lust, Edward and I decided we needed to go and explore the island some more. We decided to spend all day up and around the trees, the beach, the cliffs. Though I was desperate for some private time, being that I needed to make up to him for what didn't happen the other night, it was nice to be able to be cute with each other, flirt a lot, teasing each other, and really enjoying each other's company.
He took me for a picnic on the surf, then a small boat trip, followed by some sea diving, and then an actual human-speed piggy back ride up the hills, to the top of the cliffs. It was beautiful, with the cascading silver rocks and boulders around us.
After some serious and extensive persuasion, I convinced him that we should jump off into the deep, clear water. It wasn't that high, only a few stories up, but Edward didn't seem pleased with the idea of me, still being human, wanting to jump. He said he wasn't sure he could save me in mid-air, but he'd try like hell. After laughing at that response, telling him I've jumped off cliffs before and survived, and then resorting to graveling on my knees for about five minutes, he finally agreed. He said, "You only live once, right?" with that crooked smirk, and I nodded in agreement. Holding hands, we took a running start and leaped, plummeting down the air into the sea-blue salty water.
We spent the day in the water, splashing each other with hand made wave, and him throwing me around. I tried more than a dozen times to jump on his back and pretend-drown him, but we all know that isn't possible.
After that, it was late at night, so we ran inside the house, where he chased me around and picked me up, tossing me around the furniture and over his shoulders, while smacking me on my butt. Then he continued to tickle me in the middle of the kitchen floor when I was trying to get me a snack. I'd scream and shout for him to stop, dig my nails into the tile and try to scrap away, but nothing worked because he said he'd stop when I would quit laughing, but how can you quit laughing when he is tickling you?! It's not possible!
Finally, when we settled down and got into some cozy house clothes, we settled onto the couch with a scary movie I hadn't seen. Edward turned off all the lights in the entire house, making my heart start to pound, because I hated watching scary movies in the dark. It makes it all seem too real.
Of course, Edward got a kick out of this.
"So you're afraid that some toilet-papered zombie or a Freddy Krueger guy could come and get you, but you married a blood-sucking vampire?"
"...Yes," I replied, my face dumbfounded, as if asking him is that really a question?
I mean, he didn't scare me. These stupid movies did. I don't know why I like to watch them...
He chuckled, lounging back on the couch and throwing his arm around me. "You're so silly, Bella."
"That's what you tell me."
I munched on some popcorn during the movie, licking the salt off of my fingers. Edward would look up toward his left and nuzzle his nose into my arm while I chewed and stared wide-eyed at the long-haired ax murder trying to get the high school girl in the middle of the empty hallway after school hours... Okay, so it may be unrealistic, but it still scares the piss out of you.
When he swiped at her, I choked on my popcorn, and I was hitting my chest to get it to go down or come up.
Edward sat up and patted me on the back until I got it dislodged. "Are you okay?" he chuckled, giving me my glass of water.
"Perfect," I croaked out, clearing my throat. "Sorry about that. He scared me."
Edward laughed silently, his body shaking the couch beside us. "Figured." he finally responded.
I glowered at him for a moment, but when the blonde screamed on the television, I ducked down into my seat, my knees barely giving my eyes room to see the tv. "Why do they always try to climb up the stairs?" I asked frustrated, annoyed that I was getting into this that much. "I mean, it's not like it's the smartest thing to do."
"I think they do it to convince viewers, like you, that you should have your heartrate pounding to at least a hundred beats per second before they can actually put common sense into the script."
"Ahh," I responded bitterly, throwing a piece of popcorn at him. He laughed and removed it from his shirt, sticking it back in my bowl.
Fifteen minutes later, when I was beyond into the movie, he stuck his hands behind me on either side of my hips, and started poking me, making me jump up off the seat. "Quit it!" I shouted to him, my heart almost in my throat. "That's not funny!"
He laughed, throwing his head back on the cushions. "Okay, I'm sorry. I really am!"
I glared at him with a look that said don't do it again, then hesitantly took my spot next to him again.
About six minutes later, the wind began to pick up outside, and once it hit the glass, it caused me to jump again. I inhaled deep, my hand on my chest. "I really don't want to watch this anymore."
"Oh come on," Edward said, pointing to the television. "We're getting to the best part. He's about to slauter her."
I rolled my eyes at him, then buried my body against his chest, covering my eyes with his right hand. "Tell me when it's over."
"Bella," he giggled, rubbing my back with his free hand. "You can't watch the whole movie, and then cover your eyes when the actual scary parts come. It ruins it for you."
"No it doesn't," I groaned into his palm, my fingers intertwining between his. "It makes me smart. That way I don't see blood gushing from her neck or wherever else that guy decides to hack up, and then I don't pass out."
He smirked, but didn't say anything. I'm sure he all but remembers my antics with blood.
As the movie trailed on, I started to notice his hand that was rubbing my back, was nonchalantly beginning to dip into my shirt, his chilled fingers running along my spin. I shivered, burying my face into his body more. It felt so good to have a personal bit of contact with him again. We've almost gone a full thirty hours without contact that resulted in me humiliating myself in the shower, or me screaming his name so loud it echoed off the walls.
In fact, I kind of missed that....
I inhaled deep, sighing into his body and nuzzling against his chest, hoping to give him a silent tip to keep moving.
His index finger began to trail slight circles up my back, and along my ribs. I giggled to myself, then put on my straight face as my finger began to play with his zipper.
"Bella..." he whispered, nuzzling his cold face into the back of my heated neck. "...what are you doing?"
"Nothing," I whispered back, rubbing my lips along his arm. "Just... playing." I began to flip his zipper on it's back, then it's front, then it's back again.
He stretched his body out, placing his right leg on the coffee table and adjusting his lower half to where his butt was half-way hanging off the couch. I stretched over his body more, my right side pressed against his stomach, my fingers playing with his zipper, my face running along his right forearm.
I felt his left hand begin to run around my ribs, edging toward my tanktop that was hiked up toward the bottom cup of my breast. He sighed loudly, his fingers teasing me.
I bit my lip and slid my right hand against his stomach and inside his shirt, while my left continued to fiddle with his pants. "Are you okay?" I whispered, worrying to myself that he wasn't ready for this yet.
"Of course," his raspy voice responded with a slight nod. "Why wouldn't I be?"
I shrugged, smiling to myself as I slowly turned to face him. "What are you thinking about?"
He shrugged, his hands now running along my rib cage, under my shirt. "I'm not certain that I am thinking of anything specific. How about you?"
I trembled, soaking in the sound of his voice. I loved it when it was almost hoarse, and raspy, and deep, and sexy.
"Um..." I titled my head, trying to regain my focus. "I was just wondering if you were comfortable?"
He nodded, smirk on his face.
I mocked his action, not saying anymore. I slid his shirt up his stomach a bit, and leaned over, applying small kisses against his defined abs. I felt his hands on my thighs, scooting my body down his legs a few inches, so I wouldn't have to strain so much when I was curled over. His fingers began to massage my shoulders while I kissed him, but we were both silent, only the faint sounds of the credits rolling in the background and the loud, echoing sound of my heart pounding in my chest.
He inhaled deeper and held his breath when I took his right nipple in my mouth, my tongue trailing light circles against it. His fingers gripped along my hips, grinding me against him. I smiled to myself as I continued to kiss and suck along his chest, along to the other nipple. When I repeated my actions, he did the same thing, pushing me down against him.
I felt his thumbs begin to dip in the back of my pants, and that only pushed my energy level more. He slid his right hand around, and dipped it between our bodies, applying pressure between my legs. I hated the clothing I was wearing, though it was definetly the most comfortable I had worn since I had been here. But now, at this moment, with his cool hand against my hot body, all I wanted to do was beg him to rip it off of me.
My warm flesh quickly absorbed the shock of his cold touch, almost to the point of making his hand hot. Air escaped my lungs, somehow, as I fell into his mouth. His tongue curled around mine, with the same urgency, as both his hands wound around my hips, pulling me harder against his lap, and up against him.
I moaned into his ear, as he forced me to straddle the best part of his body, and ground against him, my fingers winding in his hair. His hands were firm against my hips as I continued to move against him, creating a nice piece of friction for the both of us. It felt as if I was trapped inside a heat bubble, and I almost felt dizzy from it as Edward's legs were under me and his mouth was wet, waiting for me to kiss it.
I felt his finger hesitating against my pants, then tracing a line along the seam of it, in a back and forth motion.
Back and forth, back and forth.
But it wasn't enough.
Edward sat up and began to kiss and suckle on my neck while I continued to rock on him. I gripped his hair tighter, pushing his face into my skin, begging for more contact.
His hands held my lower body still as his fingers continued to work against me, and I could feel him fully waiting between my legs now, which pretty much was painful when I couldn't move against it, couldn't do anything about it. Why was he torturing me?! I let out a slight growl of frustration as his tongue dipped under my ear, his cold breath against me.
I felt my whole body respond to him, quicker than ever before, and I bit my lip, worrying that he would know somehow.
His hand was there, after all. I'm sure it was obvious.
"Wow," he whispered into my ear as he sat back against the couch, adjusting our bodies to line up better. He was just sitting there, looking like a sex God, his eyes glazed over and dark, his lips full and parted, his bronzed hair messy by my recent grasps.
He licked his bottom lip, causing me to shut my eyes.
"Edward, let's go to bed." I faintly answered, swallowing hard.
"Wait a second, Bella," he replied, his hands on my hips, encouraging me to move against him.
"I c-can't," I replied, my body almost aching for him. "Come on, let's go."
I began to twist around and stand up, but I felt his hands on my hips as I stood, yanking me back to him, my back pressed up against his chest. I sighed as his hands slid up inside my tanktop, gripping my breasts in his hand. "Just stay here for a second," he whispered in my right ear, his hands kneading me slightly. I felt him hard and between my legs, and I almost cried with frustration that I couldn't do anything about it.
I let out a bellowed whine, shoving my back against his chest, trying to get him to release me.
"E-Edward," I panted as his hands began to move faster, his fingers teasing me. "Please?"
"What Bella?" he groaned back at me.
"Please?" I said, reluctantly pulling his hands out of my shirt and unsteadily climbing to my feet. "Come on, let's go to the bedroom."
He tugged on me again, but I pushed forward, falling on my hands and knees on the carpet. At this point, it felt like my safest bet for escape, because if I tried to climb up to my feet and walk, he'd have me and pull me back to him. So I crawled, like a four year old, quickly toward the hall. He laughed and stood up behind me, but I kept going.
"What are you doing, Angel?" Oh yes, he was definetly amused by my behavior.
"Let's go," I replied, seeing the bedroom door in my far sight. "Come on."
His laugh echoed behind me, and right as I passed the first bathroom, I felt two hands on my hips, and then I was suddenly standing, my back against the wall in the hallway.
"Edward, what are y-" He cut me off, his body pushing up against me to where I couldn't think of anything but how good that felt. He had me pinned so tight against the wall, that it seemed like gravity could all but disappear and I'd still be standing, thanks to him.
But I needed more.
I felt the moisture I had building up, my breasts reacting to his cold breath on my neck, and his body, though right up against me, felt a million miles away from where I could touch it.
"Come on, let's go to the - the room," I stammered, trying to push him back.
He picked up my hand, sliding my index finger into his mouth, while he stared into my eyes.
I inhaled deep, my breath shaken as I watched his tongue dance along the tip of my finger.
"E-Edward, please?"
He shook his head slowly, the crooked smile on his face.
I whined in protest, my body craving for him to both press harder against me, or back away so I could drag him onto that inviting bed fifteen feet down the hall.
"Bella, look at me."
I glanced at him as he raised my chin toward his face. His eyes drowning me while I shook against him, he leaned in and ran his lips over mine. I sighed, my fingers in his hair, yanking him to me. He kissed me hard and I couldn't help but respond, my tongue escaping my lips and entering his mouth. His arms slid down my body, his hand in my shirt, my heart racing, my body aching in protest.
I felt his hands slide down and grip my thighs as he pushed against me, craving the friction just as much as I was now. He pulled his face back from me so his hands could cross over my peaks, up my neck, and resting to cradle my face.
"Do you want me to kiss you again?" he asked softly, his voice penetrating.
I nodded, swallowing hard.
He ground against me, causing a slight moan to escape from my lips.
"Say it, Bella. Tell me."
"I want you to kiss me."
"You do?"
I nodded, gripping his shoulders, wishing I could wrap my legs around his waist, if they weren't pinned between his.
"Say it louder, prove to me you want me."
I jerked his face to mine, my head shoving forward to kiss him. All I wanted was to feel his tongue against me, so when we made contact, I moaned. Loud. I felt the salty, sweet, wet taste of him, but it was all but too short. His fingers firm, but not hurting me, pushed my face back, to where my head was against the wall.
He remained sexy, and calm. "I want you to say it, please?"
"Kiss me, Edward." I panted loud in frustration, shoving his face back to mine. My tongue reentered his mouth with a newfound passion, his tongue pushed back against mine, and then everything around us seemed to vanish. I felt his skin on mine, his sweet breath on my face, him shoved up against me, and I wanted so desperately to wrap myself around him at this point.
We kissed and kissed, and kissed, and battled for domination, but it still wasn't enough for me.
I needed him.
So I was going to have to throw my inhibitions and prove it.
There was no way he was going to be the only dominant one in this relationship, not if I had anything to do with it.
I couldn't let him win all the time.
I pulled my face away, gasping for air, as I ripped his fingers from my left thigh.
"Feel." I commanded as I connected my vision to his, sliding his hand in my pants, past my underwear, and against my heated, damp flesh.
His eyes lit up wide and his lips parted as his index and middle finger trailed along my folds, creating a pattern of up and down, over and over, slow and then fast. I could feel the firmness of his fingers pressing into me, sliding into the warm wetness that he was causing. I leaned back, trying to shift my hips forward, to let him touch every side of me. I wanted his fingers to go farther, deeper, anywhere. I grew wetter and hotter, trembling in his hands. His tongue licked my neck in steady paces, the wetness from his mouth echoing the one between my legs.
"Wow Bella," he whispered, continuing to stroke me. "You're so wet."
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest to his, my frustration showing. "This is what you do to me."
"Mmm..." His index finger trailed along my entrance, still teasing but never entering. Circling, around, around, around again.
I closed my eyes and tried again to buck against him, but being that he still had me pinned, there was no chance of relief.
I still craved more.
That was the only way I was going to get what I wanted at this point.
"Edward," I whispered, trying to focus. "Don't you want me to touch you, too?"
He smirked with a slight nod. "Of course I do, my love."
"Okay, and trust me, I want to, but I..." his touch grew stronger, cutting my voice off. Get it together, Bella. You've got the reins.
"Um," I stammered, shutting my eyes tight. "I want to, but I can't move, you've got me pinned against this wall. You can... you..--." My head got fuzzier as he dipped his index finger inside slightly, the tip making a small circle against my walls.
"Edward," I cried, trying to refocus my thoughts. "Let me touch you. I want to touch you."
"Go ahead," he panted, his finger inching deeper inside me, his thumb beginning to tease the top of me.
"No," I stuttered, reluctantly pulling his hand out of my pants. "I can't touch you if you've got me to where I can't move."
I watched him raise his hand up to his face, sticking his index finger in his mouth as he kept his hazy coal eyes locked on mine. My heart almost exploded at the sight of it, my center aching for that same amount of contact, my hips feeling like if they grew any tighter, they'd rust.
I slammed my head against the wall, my eyes closed as the anger boils up inside of me. Why did he have to be such a fucking tease?
"Why do you have to be such a fucking tease?" I shouted at him, not realizing I actually echoed my thoughts until it was too late.
He chuckled, pushing up against me.
He inhaled deep, his voice still sexy and raspy. "You taste so good, Bella."
I moaned, throwing my head back again. "You're so frustrating!"
He laughed louder, his hands on my breasts. "I love you so much."
That's it.
I'd had it.
I slammed my hand against his lower half, gripping him tight through his jeans. He froze as I raised my eyebrows to him, as if silently asking him in a sarcastic manner, What now?
His eyes focused on mine, tight. "Fuck it, we're doing it right here."
Within what seemed like ten seconds, and I'm not sure exactly how it happened, his jeans were down, my pants were off, my underwear halfway moved to my thigh, my tanktop pushed up with the help of his hands firm against my breast.
He let out a growl as he drew his tip between my legs, making slight circles against me, wanting to start.
"Go ahead," I panted in his ear, my fingers jerking his head back, to egg him on. I was more than ready at this point. Fuck the bed.
Then, with a firm thrust, my legs were suddenly wrapped around his waist and he was inside me, almost until I was -- happily -- split in two, with sensations, not pain. He'd never hurt me, of course.
My body scorched with the sudden icey-hot mixture.
It felt almost as if his body could physically touch my heart, we were so close. He completely took over my body, keeping me against the wall, taking all control.
He was hard and deep, fast and then slow. Savoring. Never stopping.
He kissed and licked and touched and sucked and tasted along my skin, my lips, my neck, my collar bone, my ears, until I begged him to kiss my mouth. It amazed me, how his tongue seemed to know the corners of my mouth, and how quickly I was to enjoy that invasion. I moaned into his mouth, licking against his tongue, craving for more.
He happily responded, doing the same with mine.
I unsteadily lowered one of my legs to the ground so he could have a better angle, and he groaned loudly, his face burying into my neck and his fingers gripping my body tight. I felt every centimeter of him gliding against me, and I prayed it'd never stop, especially when he began to move along a certain wall that took my whole body over.
He panted while he continued to thrust, against my neck, then on my check, then pressing his lips to mine but not kissing, inhaling and exhaling heavily into my mouth.
I begged him to not stop, to go harder. His entire body began to shake, but I could tell he wasn't ready quite yet, just enjoying the moment as much as I was. His hands continued to stroke my sides, my breasts, my hips, my thighs, sending waves of pleasure and excitment up and down my throat, into my chest, between my legs.
He dipped his hand between us while he lifted my leg up with his other. I wrapped my leg around him again as he continued to slide my body up against the wall with his thrusts, and his hand found my sensitive spot, causing me to gasp and shove against him harder.
He started to rub in sync with his thrusts, teasing me with small slow circles until I couldn't breathe correctly, which was hard to do since I already hadn't been breathing correctly.
His breath got really ragged, and if he were human, I would wonder if he was having a panic attack. Normally, his breathing didn't match the intensity of mine. But now, tonight, it did.
Exactly.
His voice was shaky as he pressed his forehead against my sweaty-damp one. "Bella, are you c-close?"
I nodded, swallowing hard, arching my back so he could have a better angle.
"Ungh, oh God," he cried, his body speeding up.
"Edward!" I threw my arms around him, my fingers burying into his shoulders, as I began to moan his name on repeat
He picked up the pace, faster and faster, keeping his eyes locked on mine.
He began to shiver again, his feet almost twitching, his left hand on my ass while his trembling right hand stopped moving between my legs. He pinned me against the wall again, shoving my entire weight up, and I felt his body explode into me with an unmanageable force.
I cried, as his orgasm set mine off, and I curled into him, my body shaking in his grasp.
He pinned me harder against the wall as he suddenly stopped moving, his mouth against my shoulder, his eyes sealed tight.
I moaned loud with the new force of warm-cold wetness crashing over me, inside of me.
After a few minutes of tingly silence, I felt my overloaded body slide down the wall as he lowered us onto the carpet in the middle of the darkened hallway.
He held onto me, rolling on his back, but keeping himself inside of me.
I hummed slightly, enjoying this position as I began to move against him. I felt my walls winding against him, still in post-orgasm state. Pulsing.
His eyes grew wide and his lips parted as his fingers gripped my hips tighter. "W-What are you doing?" he panted, looking up at me.
I bit my lip and locked on his eyes, moving against him, feeling him growing harder again, inside of me.
He threw his head back, shutting his eyes tight and swallowing hard, letting me take over.
I felt him slide in and out of me as I rocked and bounced over him, my fingers on his chest and shoulders.
A whole new heat wave crashed over my body as I threw my head back.
"Oh Edward!" I cried loud, feeling his hands begin to help me slide along him.
"Bella, don't stop."
I shook my head, my fingers grasping his legs behind me as I arched my back. The volume of my moans and his groans grew intense as he helped me keep my control.
I felt him gliding, rubbing against my spot, creating more shivers against my body, and the sensations about made me pass out. I continued to ride him, pushing more of him inside, deeper and harder as I threw my head back again. My hips shoved forward so that he pressed against that front wall again, and shouted as that wave of pleasure washed over me. I moved quicker, craving more of it, more of him. He lifted me and pulled me down, increasing and decreasing the tempo.
I shoved against him, my sensitive spot aching with desperation for another release, but we kept pushing, trying to get closer. As if it were possible at this moment.
Suddenly, his body shot up to a sitting position and he grabbed my ass, steadily holding me with just the tip of him inside.
I gasped and shut my eyes, holding onto his shoulders for dear life.
"Look at me," he whispered, his voice velvet.
I opened my eyes to find his golden eyes still glinting black haze. His lips were parted and damp. His eyelashes flickering. It was too much for me, and I moaned loud, winding my fingers in his air.
He waited until I put my forehead against his, locking my eyes to his. He was in complete control now.
Slow as ever, he slowly lowered me onto him... Slower... Slower... I felt my entire body pulsing around him, begging for restraint.
Once he was completely inside of me, causing me to almost ache with desperation, he gave me that crooked smile, licking his lips as he kept his eyes on mine. I inhaled his sweet breath deep as he lifted and lowered me against him, and felt my entire body become unhinged.
"Mmm, E-Edward," I panted, my fingers cradling his face. He smiled, placing a slight kiss on my nose as he moved his body along inside of me.
I couldn't stand anymore. He was too much.
As he hummed moans against my lips, I felt his body pulsing inside of me.
The blood began to rush to my head and the electric current between us surrounded me completely, sensations overloading me for the billionth time tonight.
I threw my head back, my body unbuckling against him as he exploded inside of me.
"Ohhhhh," I moaned, unable to think about anything as my body erupted into tingles.
"Mmm, Bella..." he whispered, voice shaking.
He kept moving me against him, until he was dry. Then he gripped my hips lovingly, hugging me in a tight embrace. I was a sweaty sticky mess at this point, but I didn't care. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, burying my face into his neck, while my heart pounded against his chest.
I clung to him, panting in my overwhelmed state.
Any inch he moved, he sent me into another wave of ecstacy, even when he didn't mean to.
He waited until we were both calm, which seemed like a good fifteen minutes.
Then he slowly rose to his feet, keeping my legs wrapped around him. He slid out of his pants, which were still around his ankles, and kicked them against the wall. He rubbed his hands along my back as he carried me into the bedroom, which seemed so far away about an hour ago, and laid me into the soft warm covers.
I hummed, pulling him down over me. "I don't want you to leave me yet."
"I'm not sweetheart, I was only going to cover you up."
I shook my head, holding him tighter. "I don't care about that."
He laughed and, allowing me to hang onto him, he slid our bodies up to the normal spot on the bed, him straddling me.
I bit my lip, staring down at his lower half again.
"Bella, you need to rest," he chuckled, rolling over on his side.
I dug my fingers into his shoulders, forcing him to pull me with him to where I was on my side too.
"I don't want to rest. I want you."
He ran his fingers through his hair, licking his lips. "You just had me. Twice."
I pulled my face back, giving him my cutest expression. "You don't want me?"
"I'll always want you. Trust me."
"Well then, what are you waiting for? Take me."
He thought for a moment, shaking his head while the crooked smile crossed his lips again. "Are you sure?"
"Yes."
And with that, he pulled me over him, forcing me to straddle him. He pulled off my tanktop, which was the only piece of clothing I still had on, and grasped my chest tight.
"I want you on top," he said. "So I can watch."
I smiled, allowing my sticky hair to fall into his face. "Anything you want, just ask."
And as I absorbed his needing eyes, the sexy way his lips parted in anticipation, feeling his hands on my hips... I knew we were in for a long night.
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