Edward

I didn't know anything.

At all.

I didn't really know who she was, other than her name, and there she was on the floor before me covered in my come.

Had I really just done that?

Had I really just taken her back to her house and told her to suck me?

I'd never been that guy. I didn't even know what I was saying while she did it. She stood there with no pretense, without a single ounce of expectation beyond that night, and she offered me things that no one ever had. And I wanted her so fucking much. I wanted everything she was offering, so I took it.

All of it.

And on some level, even though I had no idea what the fuck I was doing, I knew I wanted more. I knew that this one time – this one night – would never be enough.

"Edward?" she asked, and fuck, my name sounded so good when she said it. "I hope this," she said, looking down at her chest, her nipples hard and wet, "doesn't mean you're done. Because you made me a promise. And I fully expect for you to keep it."

Her lack of shame was captivating. Not that she had anything to be ashamed of. But any other girl would have been shocked by what I did, and would probably have immediately run to the bathroom to clean up. I hadn't ever had a single girlfriend who'd ever done anything like that before. Hell, I'd never even had one offer to swallow. And that – what we just did – seemed so much more intimate.

"Do you know how good you look right now?" I asked. And not just because she did – she looked amazing – but because I needed her to know how much it meant to me.

"Do I look good?" she asked, as she brought her finger up to circle her nipple. "Or do you look good on me?"

"Both," I said, kneeling down to kiss her. She tasted like me, and fuck, it was hot, and it only made me kiss her harder. "And I remember what I promised," I said, pulling back just far enough to look into her eyes. "Anything you want."

"Anything?" She smiled, and I felt myself fall a little deeper.

"Anything."

"What if what I want is for you to take me outside, take off all our clothes, and get in the pool?"

I laughed awkwardly. "You do realize that cold water isn't exactly an environment conducive to getting what you want. And pool sex sucks."

"Says the pool boy," she said, laughing. And for a second, I wanted to tell her that I wasn't just a pool boy. That I knew she had money, and her life was basically something I could never really imagine. But this job wasn't always going to define me. "And besides," she continued, pulling me from my thoughts. "I never said I wanted to fuck in the water. I just thought it might be nice to rinse off. And you know? If you're standing in the pool, and I'm sitting on the edge…"

"Uh, yeah," I told her, realizing exactly what she was offering. "The pool sounds awesome."

It occurred to me that I was on the floor, shorts around my ankles, with my just-sucked dick hanging out in the open with an almost naked girl I barely knew. And while she didn't seem concerned, I sure as fuck didn't want her Major League Baseball playing dad to walk in and find me here with his daughter like this. Because while I didn't know him personally, based on what I'd seen of him on TV, it probably wouldn't end well for me.

"Should I be worried that someone could walk in?"

"Nope," she said, kissing me quick before standing up. "I'm the only one here."

I watched her walk away, still stunned at what was actually happening, and mostly amazed at this beautiful, brazen girl. Then, she turned around and looked at me expectantly, but smiling. "I'm not going to ask you to follow me again, Edward."

"You don't have to," I told her, my voice more serious that I expected it to be. I stood up, pulled up my shorts and walked over to where she was. I wanted to touch her again – to kiss her. So, that's exactly what I did. I don't know why, in that moment, I needed to assure myself that she was real, and that this was really happening. It seemed to catch her by surprise. Good. I wanted her to be as shaken as I was by all of this. "I'm pretty sure I'd follow you anywhere."

"Is that a challenge?" she asked, her full lips forming a smile.

"No," I told her, reaching down to take her hand. "I think it's just the truth."

I had no idea at the time, just how true it was.

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When we got out to the pool, she stripped off her clothes with no thought or showy display. She wasn't trying to be sexy, she just was. She was the sexiest girl I'd ever seen. And it wasn't just her body – I'd seen most of it already – it was her. The way she laughed, the way she embraced this moment so freely.

And I couldn't take my eyes off her.

I didn't even feel her reach down and open my shorts until my dick was in her hand. And fuck, I was already getting hard for again. I ripped off my shirt as she pushed down my shorts, and I kicked them off just before I grabbed her. Her gasp of surprise only spurred me on.

"Don't you dare," she said breathlessly.

"You were the one who wanted to get in the pool." I grinned. And with that, I pulled us both in, clinging to her, as I pulled us both into the water.

The cool water was shocking and exhilarating, and we both came up laughing. Her long dark hair slicked back away from her face. It was dark, but there was light streaming out from the house, and I pulled her close so I could really see her face. The drops of water sparkled, especially on her lips. And I could have kissed her for-fucking-ever. There she was, beautiful and naked with her breasts pressed against me, and all I wanted to do was kiss her goddamn senseless.

"You're all wet," I whispered instead, as she wrapped her arms and legs around me. It was nothing, holding her weightless body in the water. And it was stupid, but holding her like that made me feel strong…in control.

"I've been wet for a while now," she whispered back.

"We should probably do something about that." I walked us over to the wall of the pool. "Lean back a little for me. There's something I've wanted to do since the moment I first saw you."

She did what I asked without a word, without one single protest. And I looked down at her breasts floating just above the water. Her nipples were hard, and maybe it was just because of the cold water, but in my mind, it was because she wanted me – wanted what I was about to do.

"They probably still taste like you," she said, reading my mind.

"And what?" I asked, licking between her tits, loving the way she wrapped her legs around my waist even tighter. "You think that turns me off? Because it doesn't."

I took a nipple between my teeth, biting down, and then sucking as much of her flesh of her flesh inside my mouth as I could.

She was wrong.

She tasted like water and chlorine and summer and sex. She tasted perfect, but not more perfect than the way she sounded as she said my name over and over. It was like the only word she knew, until she said, "Please."

"What?" I murmured, moving over to her other breast. "Tell me what you want?"

She'd said those same words to me when we were inside, and it felt good to turn them around on her. Because I wanted her to feel as helpless as she made me feel, as out of control as I'd felt all fucking day since meeting her.

"You know what I want," she whimpered, frustrated. "I want you to do to me exactly what I already did to you."

"You want me to lick your pussy?" I asked. "You want me to spread you open right here outside and fuck you with my tongue until you come?"

I didn't know where those words came from, but she made me want to be the kind of man that said them. She only nodded, biting down on her bottom lip, and I swear to god, it was the first time she seemed at a loss for words.

I liked that.

I liked it a lot.

I pushed her up, lifting her out of the water. And she scrambled to help me. She didn't even wait once she was sitting on the edge. She just spread her legs, baring her pussy to me. And once again, I was thrown by just how fearless and bold she was.

And fucking beautiful.

Goddamn, her pussy was just as beautiful as the rest of her. A little dark patch of hair above her bare lips, and fuck me, I wanted to know just how wet she was. I needed to know how ready she was to take my mouth and my fingers and my cock.

"Tell me you want it," I said stepping in closer, and pushing my hands up her wet thighs.

"I want it," she said bluntly, surprising me. "So much that if you don't touch me soon, I will fucking make myself come with my own fingers while you stand there and watch."

I was a challenge.

And I answered with my open mouth against her sex.

Her whole body tensed, but then she fell back against the deck, and I melted into her warm, wet flesh. I licked her, my tongue pushing up in long, hard strokes. Her taste filled my senses, all salt and tang and woman, and I wondered if I'd ever be able to get enough. Her soft cries and moans filled the open air around us, and I knew that I'd never – not in my entire fucking sexual history – ever experienced anything like this.

And it only made me want to give her more.

I pushed one, then two fingers inside in her tight little hole, fucking in and out of her while I sucked her hard, little clit over and over again. And when she finally came on my tongue, her pussy clenching around my fingers, I knew that there would never be enough where Bella was concerned.

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