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Chapter 10 – All This and A View

End of April

BPOV

My thoughts were singular and constant.

Edward is so fucking sexy.

This Man.

My Man.

Edward ushered me into a waiting cab, closed my door then rushed to the other side to slide closely to me. He draped his right arm over my shoulders and I fit snugly into his side.

Across our bodies, he held my right hand in his left; our fingers weaved loosely together, his thumb lightly brushed the inside of my palm, making slow random patterns.

Up and down.

Figure eight.

Swirly line.

Growing spiral.

It was sweet agonizing torture.

His warm breaths teased my temple as his soft lips danced tenderly on my skin.

The ride was silent save for the subtle bumps on the road and the intermittent voice on the taxi's dispatch radio.

I was relaxed and wound up all at once.

Soon we found ourselves before a lakeside condo complex.

"Nice," I said, feigning interest.

He smirked after he paid the driver, with our hands connected, Edward quickly led me into the elegant lobby, waved to the concierge and through the gold plated doors to the bank of elevators.

After pressing the button, he tugged me gently closer, our bodies brushing lightly together.

His eyes were unending pools of sea green that seared into me, reading me like no other had before.

I wanted to curl into him.

I wanted him to sink into my skin.

I wanted to have the heady taste of him on my lips, in my mouth.

I wanted to grab his sinfully soft hair and bury his face between my legs.

His hand curled possessively around my neck, pulling me closer, inhaling the shared air between us.

"Je vais mettre ma bouche sur toi et te lécher jusqu'à ce que tu voies des étoiles." I'm going to put my mouth on you and lick you until you explode…he whispered into my lips.

My eyes flew open at his words as his own sparked in mischief.

Speechless.

The subtle ding of the elevator's arrival interrupts our bubble.

He led me inside, pressed the button to his floor then held me in place in front of him.

I felt his strong hard body behind me, his straining arousal pressed firmly into my back.

He bent slightly to run his nose down my neck and I tilted my head to allow him better access.

"J'ai tellement hâte de t'avoir nue dans mesbras." I can't wait to get you naked, he muttered into my skin.

"You're awfully sure of yourself there Cullen," my voice escaped in a soft breath as I tried to hold on to a thread of composure.

"Oh, I'm sure, Isabella. I know what I want. By the end of tonight, there will be no question, you belong to me."

We finally reached his floor, and he dragged me out hurriedly, but I kept up as I wanted this just as badly as he did, the two of us, naked, pulsing, screaming.

God, I hoped his neighbours were out… or slept like the dead.

His keys were in his hand and he was so focused on the lock, I giggled at the determination there.

"Is that so, Edward?" I teased as we finally gained entrance and he pulled me inside.

He dropped his keys and I heard the click of the bolt.

Suddenly, he was pressed against me again. Only now, my back was to the door and his deliciously hard body was rubbing up against mine.

It was overwhelming and still not enough.

His lips curled into a smile and his voice was husky and oh! so fucking sexy,

"Oh yes, my sweet Isabella, and I may not be gentle. I'm gonna fuck you with my mouth… to start."

Then his lips are on mine, a welcome invasion of tongues and teeth.

His fingers found my leg and he gripped at the back of my knee, lifting it high and I helped by hooking it around his waist, pushing my dress up and him closer into my body.

Edward ground himself into me, into where I was scorching with need for him, and I was too turned on to care about the sounds that were coming from my mouth.

I scrambled out of his sweater and it fell to the hardwood floor.

I wanted to touch him everywhere but settled for tangling my fingers through his hair. His hand moved further up my leg and he groaned into my mouth.

His fingers found the lace of my thigh high stocking and he stopped to look down.

"Fuuuuuuuuck…" he muttered, "Come…"

Yes, please…

We walked quickly into the expanse of his home and I was awestruck for a moment at the beauty before me.

"Quite a view here, Edward."

I was silenced by the look he gave me.

It was commanding and intimidating and I think I whimpered.

Instantly, he was on his knees before me, his hands trailed my body.

His fingers found the exposed skin at the small of my back from my not so innocent black dress.

Then roughly, he cupped my ass, grunting deep in his chest as he kneaded the soft muscle.

My dress was hitched high over my hips so my entire bottom half was exposed to him. I felt his ragged breaths on the naked flesh of my thighs where he was teasing me with his lips.

I swayed slightly, overwhelmed at how he worshipped my body on his knees, but he stilled me with his strong grasp, anchoring me.

I felt his mouth skimming me where I wanted him the most, the only barrier between us was my now drenched black lacy thong.

"Though these are quite lovely, you won't need them any longer…" he whispered huskily as he hooked the sides of my panties with his thumbs and pulled them down.

After I stepped out of them, I tried to remove my boots, but he shook his head briskly.

"Sit, Isabella." I complied, sinking down into the loveseat. "Move to the edge, I want to feel your heels dig into my back while my face is buried inside of you."

Fuck, yes!

"Now, this is a view," he said as his hands spread me wide.

So wide.

So exposed.

So vulnerable.

So good…

His hands squeezed and caressed up my thighs, his breaths becoming laboured.

Then he licked one side, starting where the lace of my stocking met my skin.

One… slow… wet… lick… up.

He stopped when he was right there and inhaled me deeply.

"Intoxicating…" he muttered into my drenched centre.

Oh fuck! Stop teasing me!

"Edward, please…" I begged.

He focused attention back to my other leg, repeating the process until I was squirming unbearably.

"Be still," he ordered. "Watch me…"

And finally his mouth was on me.

Licking me.

Softly at first.

Savouring.

Finding every hidden part of me.

It was euphoric.

I was moaning.

It was crippling.

I was panting.

He was skilled.

I was dizzy.

Then more…

His fingers…

Oh God!

He moved back and I felt cool air hit my wet pussy.

He blew lightly, taunted me, brought me to the brink and pulled me back again.

I shifted in frustration.

With one fierce look from him, I stilled once more.

Then his fingers were there again, inside me.

My head fell back onto the soft cushions of his loveseat.

"Isabella." I snapped back upright, facing this man, my man. "I said, watch."

And I did, as those fingers, the ones inside me were removed from my heat and he sucked them slowly into his mouth.

He growled low, deep in his chest —a primal, hungry sound that went straight to my core.

I couldn't fucking take it anymore, I lifted my knees up and over his shoulders, my heels dug into his back as he predicted, and my fingers found his silky hair.

"Taste me. Now…"

And I tugged on his head; buried it between my legs, and he grunted, tasted me, licked me, his tongue fucked me, again his fingers…

one…

then two…

then three…

Oh my fuck!

I felt it, deep, growing, simmering, flaming…

He curled his long elegant fingers inside me, his tongue was everywhere his hands weren't, his nose rubbed that sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Oh, God! So… close… please… Edward…" I panted as he found that secret spot inside me, and then he bit lightly on my clit.

"Yes… oh fuck! YesyesyesyesYES! Unghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…"

Shattering, explosive, unrelenting, bliss.

And he drank me up, devoured me, taking everything I had inside him.

My legs shook from the intensity of my release and he finally slowed his assault and rested his head softly on my pelvis.

My hands bunched around his hair and I sank to my knees onto the floor.

Then we kissed.

And it was incredible.

I tasted him, and me, and us and it was perfect.

"I want you…" he said into my mouth.

"I'm yours…" I responded.

He rose swiftly to his feet, offered me his hand to join him.

Edward smiled down at me as he reached for my dress.

"Arms up, love." He lifted it up and over my body, his eyes a deep jade when he saw me before him in nothing but my thigh high stockings and boots.

"Oh, Isabella… You are exquisite…" His words were soft and full of meaning as he tauntingly trailed his finger around the curve of my breast, and cupped the weight in his hands.

"Est-ce que tu aimes comme je te caresse?" Do you like how I touch you? he asked as his thumb brushed my hardened peak.

"Mmmmmmmmm…" I moaned and stepped back because all I wanted was this man inside me.

My eyes flitted to the side, to where I guessed his room was and his brow quirked. The bedroom looked spacious but I barely noticed the remarkable view of the city, as my concentration was fixed on my man.

His fingers slowly released the buttons on the cuff of his shirt, and then he moved to the front, started from the top and worked his way down.

He unbuckled his belt and leisurely pulled it through the loops, dropping it to the floor.

His trousers were next… fuck, please… they lay in a crumpled heap on the carpeted floor and he stood in only his black boxers.

His remarkable thick cock peaked from the top of his waistband and I couldn't believe I had almost forgotten his incredible perfection.

I sat on the edge of his pristinely made king-sized bed, and while I thoroughly enjoyed the show, I finally freed my feet from my shoes, and rolled my stockings down my legs.

His steps were sure as he advanced towards me; he paused at the nightstand and showed me that half smile as he produced a new box of condoms. He ripped one from the strand and held it in his palm before he stood before me.

His predatory look was briefly replaced by something else -reverence, admiration?

His fingers found the tip of my ponytail, and he tugged again lightly,

"Down baby, I like your hair down…"

I reached for the end of the long flat leather cord as I started to unwind it from my hair, around and around and around.

He watched me and his eyes darkened again, my hair tumbled free around my shoulders and he reached for the accessory that contained my locks moments ago.

"This can come in handy… maybe next time…" He placed the long cord by the now opened box on the nightstand and returned before me.

I was so wound up, so ready for him; I pulled him towards me by his boxers.

"I want to kiss you…" I whispered eyeing the bulge behind the fabric.

He smiled as I licked my lips and my fingers twitched to touch him.

My hands grabbed at his waist and then harshly, I pulled down on the last piece of clothing that shielded me from him, and his cock sprung free.

He hissed through his teeth as the air hit his newly exposed sensitive skin, then he grunted as I enveloped the length of him into my mouth.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck… so warm…" he moaned.

And I was hungry for him, for more of that tease of moisture I tasted when he first hit my tongue.

My legs shifted and I rubbed them together because I wanted him inside me, but he tasted so good on my lips.

"No, love… I want inside of you…"

And I agreed.

We paused to take a welcome calming breath and he handed me the condom.

"Dress me…"

He held himself, gripping his length from the base and fisting up.

I swallowed at how erotic he looked.

He was so sure, so sexy, so mine.

Edward looked on in amusement as I tore the foil package between my teeth and threw it to the side.

I squeezed the condom tip between my fingers, released the air, and I slowly covered him.

"Yesssssssss…" he groaned.

I reached out to pull him to me but he stilled me with that look.

"Back, Isabella. I want to see you spread wide on my bed."

I moved back as he commanded, and then I spread my legs to welcome him in.

He climbed up and hovered over me; his hands on either side of my head and that look of pure enrapture returned in his eyes.

My fingers found his lips and I traced them lovingly, like I adored every inch of him, because I did.

"Take me, Edward…" I said before I threaded my right hand through his hair, and my left reached down to guide him inside of me.

My right leg was around his waist, pulling him closer.

Our breaths halted as he pushed into me.

My lids fluttered as he filled me.

His brows furrowed as he savoured.

Slowly, more.

Pushing…

Filling…

Savouring…

Slowly… more…

And finally every hard, delicious, inch of him was inside me, consuming me, completing me.

We released the breaths we were holding and I nodded to urge him to move.

He reached for my left leg to join my right around his body and he pushed further still, filling me more.

"So good, Isabella, like you were made for me…" he whispered close, licking the lobe of my ear then biting it gently. Oh…

"Mmmmmmm… yes… Edward…" I lifted my leg higher and he hooked my knee over his forearm, spreading me wider, delving in deeper.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh… yes…" He hit another spot inside me and it was just as good, I felt my body shiver.

He was reading my body, he knew when I wanted more, when I wanted it harder, when I wanted it deeper, and he gave it to me.

He shifted again, and I moaned louder, my back arched off the bed, and he smirked in that way that made me want to attack him.

He was relentless as he pounded into me, lust, determination, ownership, radiated from his body. And I relished in it, knowing he wanted me this way, this claim he had over me was overwhelming and entirely welcome.

"So close, Edward…" Because I felt it, it was coming back, that tiny spark that threatened to spread and I so wanted it to.

"Not yet, baby…" he panted.

Suddenly, he lifted me, set my legs astride him and his lips were on mine, his tongue thrusting, fighting my own, and it was furious and amazing.

His hands cupped my breasts and kneaded them roughly, his thumbs brushed at my deliciously hardened peaks and I groaned loud, it sent a new wave of moisture through me.

"Ride me, baby, I want to see you move…"

Fuck…yes… and he went deeper still, it was too much and yet I wanted more.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he whispered, "and mine…"

Then his mouth enveloped my right peak, nipping it between his teeth as his fingers pinched and lengthened the other and it was there, the spark, except it wasn't a spark anymore, it was a flame, it was a fire, and it was growing, overtaking me, spreading through my body from deep deep deep inside my belly, to my legs, to my chest, to the tips of my fingers, and the tips of my toes, and I rode him, overtook him and I felt him watch me let go…

"Yes, baby, cum for me, I want it, I want you…" he growled, then his teeth scraped at the sensitive skin of my neck right below the lobe of my ear and grazed down until he hit the spot where my neck met my shoulder and he bit, and I couldn't feel pain, only outstanding pleasure, and it was enough to break skin, enough to show me he owned me, and I was there, over the peak, soaring, exploding, like never before.

"Oh God… YES!" I screamed as I burst, I clenched him inside me, pulsed, milked, owned, he was mine.

"Fuck… Bella… arghhhhhhhhhhh" he groaned as my nails dug at his muscled back, as my fingers pulled tightly at his silky soft hair. He followed me in my release, almost unbearably pressing me to him, but I didn't care, I loved it, loved how he controlled my body, how I responded to him, how he responded to me.

"That was…" he mumbled into my neck, his hands splayed possessively around my back, like he couldn't bear to let go of me. And I realized that my arms were locked around him too, and it was the best feeling, because it was us, bonded as one.

"I know…" I whispered as we faced each other in the comfort of our embrace.

He laid me gently onto his bed, still connected, and he followed, blanketing me with his heat, the down feather pillows clouds of softness around my head.

The warmth and slickness of his body felt scrumptious on me, but he shifted to remove himself from me and I pouted at the feeling of us no longer joined.

"I know baby, I'd stay inside you all day if I could…" he said into my lips before his tongue softly played with mine.

He tasted of sweetness and Edward and I brimmed with emotion.

He lay on his back with his left arm around my neck tucking me into his body. I tickled the light sprinkling of hair on his chiselled body, running up from the hollow of his neck down to the trail that makes me oh! so happy.

"Rest love…" he whispered as he laid a soft kiss in my hair.

I closed my eyes, felt his chest inhale and exhale and timed it with my own. My leg was wrapped around his body, and our feet were touching, like every single part of our bodies longed to be connected. We quickly drifted into a sated slumber.

My eyes pried slowly open; my first sight was the view of the city lights twinkling against the still night sky.

Edward's warmth spooned me, his arms wrapped tightly around my body.

My fingers trailed the sinews of muscle in his forearm, admiring every inch of him.

I felt a soft thrust behind me and giggled at how awake his body was even as he slept. He groaned softly and I felt the rumble of his chest tickle my back.

I turned and pushed him lightly onto his back, hitched my leg over him, and my hair fell around us, which shielded us from the city lights that streamed through the expansive windows.

And I knew he was awake because his smirk, that smirk I loved so, appeared, though his eyes remained closed.

"Encore, Isabella?" Again, Isabella? he asked.

"Oh, que oui!" Oh God, yes…

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