"We don't need nobody cause we get each other, or at least I pretend."
—Body Electric, Lana
His eyes were burning me slowly. I couldn't think. I couldn't decide. Of what was right or wrong. Of what was appropriate or not. One thing I knew was I had this strong pull towards him. Something I couldn't refuse even though I had tried to. It was like he was trapping me under his spell and I was a willing prisoner.
This was definitely crazy.
He moved closer as if we weren't close enough. Lips were kissing my skin, up and down tickling the spot below my ear. I moaned breathlessly, earning a smirk from him. "Let me feel more, bellissima." He gripped my hips, grinding his erection against my pussy to emphasize his point. God, it felt amazing. And he still had his pants on.
"Edward…" I begged desperately. Those emeralds turned even darker.
"I'll fuck you so good, babygirl." He breathed on my lips, drawing a lazy circle on my hipbone with his thumb. Didn't he know he was killing me here?
"Do it." I replied, looking right into his eyes. Swallowing me into the flames of desire. But the man unexpectedly got off the bed, grinning when he saw me narrow my eyes.
"So impatient, huh?" he teased, going straight to the nightstand and pulling out something from the drawer. Right, condom. He stripped off quickly and his cock stood big and proud, seeking for attention. Damn it. How could it be so…huge? I mean, shit, I wasn't sure it would fit. He soon joined me on the bed, back to his position hovering over me. I gulped down my saliva as he rolled out the condom. Couldn't even tear my gaze away from it…
He rubbed his cock against my slit. I threw my head back, overwhelmed by the feeling. This was too freaking good. His lips kissed along my jaw while the tip of his cock drew a circle on my opening, spreading the wetness. "Look at me." He demanded huskily. I looked up just as I felt him push in slowly. My expression totally matched his. "Fuck, you're tight."
His cock filled me like nobody else and it was just the head for God's sake. I held onto his shoulders, scratching the skin as he pushed deeper yet slower.
"Oh, God." I moaned, feeling my insides squeezing the hell out of him. The sensation was new to me. I had never felt like this before. He pressed his forehead to mine, breathing heavily.
"You're killing me, bellissima." He grunted. I didn't have a chance to reply because he pushed harder this time until his cock was fully inside. "Shit."
"Ah, Edward, it's so…"
"I know, baby, I know." He moved, going into steady rhythms, pushing so fucking deep, touching a spot I didn't even know existed. His fingers were fumbling with my breast while his lips were kissing my collarbone. The man knew what he was doing. He pumped harder. In and out, in and out, until I felt my orgasm building. My eyes were locked at where we were joined. The sight of him fucking me like this was enough to send me over the edge. My pussy clenched around him and he responded by fucking me faster. "Yeah, cum for me, bellissima." He grunted hoarsely while I came undone beneath him. Crying out as he was riding my orgasm.
I felt so tired when I came down from my high. My eyes were heavy I barely kept them open. He chuckled evilly, slowing his movement before pulling out his still hard as rock cock. "You know I'm not finished."
"Give me a minute." I said, slightly begging. He didn't have any of it because he then flipped me over and yanked me by waist, pulling me up to my knees. His hands groped my ass roughly, making me yelp in pain and pleasure while his monstrous cock filled me without warning. "Ah, fuckkk!"
"You like that, baby?" he pumped into me one more time and I became so sensitive of his touch. The sound of our slapping thighs was so loud in my ear while his cock sunk deeper of each pass. Hitting the spot I loved the most. I didn't last long, of course. "Already, huh?" he teased as he felt my insides contracting. I came hard, but he fucked me even harder. It was driving me crazy.
"Edward, ah, ah, fuck….please, please." I panted incoherently, needing him to stop before I reached another orgasm. My knees felt so weak and my body was exhausted. But the man gripped my hips firmly, still fucking me with no mercy.
"Fuck, you're so fucking wet." He grunted when I burst for the third time. I nearly collapsed onto the bed if it wasn't for his tight hold. Hell, I didn't even have the strength to lift my head right now. My cheek was against the pillow and my eyes were tightly closed. When I was sure I was going to pass out, his movement became frantic and faster, telling me that he was so close. "Fuck, bellissima, I'm gonna…fuckkkkk." he jerked one, two, three times before shot his cum inside me.
I was awoken to the sound of him snoring softly and his hand draped over my waist. I blinked a few times to adjust the darkness. The curtains were drawn tonight showing me the full moon and the mystery it was carried. I didn't stare long because my attention was back to Edward's peaceful face. I had never seen him like this before. He looked almost…adorable.
My eyes moved down to his torso, scanning his permanent inks curiously. It was a giant moth in the middle surrounded by the roses. It was beautiful, yet looked dead and sad at the same time. When I stared more closely, I could find some words like sorry, my angel forever, and missed you carved inside the moth tattoo. They were almost unnoticeable in the sea of black inks, but they were there. Such sweet words, in contrast to the dark hidden meaning behind the moth and roses. If these were dedicated to a person, it was obvious that he loved this person so dearly. I couldn't help but wondering who it was. Then, right on his heart, there were an hourglass tattoo and Roman numeral 'XIX' just below it. Yeah, Edward was the man full of secrets.
I moved a little, craning my neck to get a look of a beautiful woman tattoo on his upper arm when all of sudden his hand gripped my elbow. Those eyes were open, red and careful, scanning the room in anticipated gesture. After he was sure there was nothing dangerous going on and the fact that it was only me, his body was relaxed. "Habit, sorry." He grinned lazily before rubbing my lower back.
"No wonder you always looked like you never had enough sleep." I snorted.
"I slept just fine." He mumbled. For a moment none of us said anything. I would think he went back to sleep if not for the constant rubbing on my back. "Do you hate me, bellissima?" he asked, out of the blue. My body tensed up, recalling what had happened between us. From the first time we met until this minute. "Ah, of course, you do." He added as if sensing my hatred. Then he leaned away a little to inspect my reaction at his next question. "Do you prefer I killed you, though?" I wasn't prepared for that. My eyes widened as panic overtook me. This apparently amused him. "Well, I think it's a no."
I tried to calm my breaths while he was watching me intently. And as soon as I gained my composure, I asked him. "Do you want to?"
"Right now? No, of course not." His lips quirked a little. He was about to open his mouth to continue when his phone on the bedside table vibrated loudly.
He got up and sat on the side of the bed, answering the call. His back was on me. It was bare for the world to see. Which was mostly covered by the grim reaper tattoo sitting on the throne with—confusingly—large angel's wings. One of his hands carried a scary scythe while the other was held out. I couldn't help but staring hard at the image. Amazed and stupefied and thinking about the meaning. Until Edward's irritated voice caught my attention.
"….yeah, you have problem with that?" laughing humorlessly. "…no, can't promise I'll share…" I could almost hear his smirk. What was he talking about? "Shut the fuck up, J, it was your fault…" J? Was it Jamie? "...asshole. Just give Hailey the fucking diamond before she steals it from you…" I could imagine him roll his eyes. "You know she will…whatever, fucker, I'm hanging up."
He put his phone back to the bedside table before turned to me, holding out his hand and looking at me mischievously. "Let's take a shower."
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