The Learning Curve: Chapter 21
Edward Cullen's Bed
"Last time we worked on kissing," Edward said, turning to face me. I got distracted by the way his shoulders moved under his sweater and hastily looked back to his eyes. "Today I want to focus on touching."
I swallowed nervously. "You want me to touch you?"
He shook his head, smiling at my assumption. "Not today. Today I want to touch you. Something tells me you've never been touched properly with an imbecile like Newton for a boyfriend."
"We didn't do much of that," I admitted.
Edward nodded. "Anything under the clothes?"
I shook my head quickly.
"What about below the waist?"
"No, never."
Edward seemed unduly satisfied by my answers. "Good. I want you to lie back on the bed for me."
Self-consciously I reclined against his pillows, which smelled as wonderful as he did, and lay stiffly with my arms at my sides and my legs held together.
He chuckled and leaned over me, bringing his lips to my ear. "You can relax," he whispered as if telling a secret. "This isn't a doctor's exam. It's supposed to be enjoyable."
"I'm relaxed," I lied defensively, but I tried to let my arms and legs fall more naturally, all the same.
"Better," he murmured, his face directly above mine. "Just relax and let me lead. All you have to do is say the word and I'll stop."
"Okay," I said meekly. He lowered his face to mine and kissed me in a way that would have made me blush if I'd been watching. As it was, the way his lips played with mine made me really wish he'd start the touching soon.
He settled in a position lying alongside me and continued to kiss me with one hand on my face. As I began to truly relax, floating along in Edward's scent and the heat of his mouth, I felt his hand drift down the side of my neck, sparking to life rarely used nerve endings.
His fingers lightly traced my collarbone, skirting just the tiniest bit beneath the neck of my shirt, and then they trailed further downward.
My stomach clenched in excitement as his hand neared my breast. My body surprised even me when I felt my nipples tighten, aching to be touched. I held my breath, but after his hand reached the upper curve of my chest, he brought is down with only the barest graze to the side of my breast, and then his hand travelled down to my waist.
An accidental, pleading moan slipped from my lips and into his mouth. I felt him smile.
"Patience," he said without taking his mouth far from mine. "It's better this way."
I found his reasoning rather dubious, but he was the expert, and he was kissing me again, so I didn't argue.
The hand at my hip slipped just under the hem of my shirt, and a single finger trailed along the waistband of my jeans. A shiver went down my spine and goosebumps rose on my arms.
Edward shifted his weight beside me and then finally brought his hand upward beneath my shirt. His hand was dry and warm across my skin. It felt so good. I was beginning to think I was actually a bit of a genius, turning to Edward Cullen for sex.
Then Edward touched my breast over the thin covering of my bra, and I very nearly had a heart attack.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, freezing in place.
I shook my head. "God, no."
He chuckled and kissed me behind my ear. "I was hoping you would say that."
His hand curled gently around my breast, even as his thumb swiped over my nipple. I groaned and arched my chest toward him without thinking, it felt so good.
I watched him wet his lips with his tongue as he gave my breast a gentle squeeze and lightly pinched my nipple.
His eyes rose to meet mine, and they were dark with lust. My mental surprise didn't even compare with the reaction happening in my panties. Edward Cullen wanted me.
I was now a sex goddess, clearly.
"Do you want to keep going?" he asked.
I nodded eagerly.
A/N: Okay, I'm ready to be called a tease now. ;) For those who have asked, the kitten is still good. The other cats have warmed up to him a bit.
Also, no, I don't know how long this story will be. I'll just keep going until I finish!
Next update will be in about...17 hours.