A/N: You might like this chapter :). I wish I owned Twilight and Rob's Sweden black jumper. Was he hot or was he hot? Enjoy!
My whole body is on fire. It sings whenever he is close and now that he is, it can't get enough. His lean form, his broad shoulders, his arm around my waist like a silky and loving snake, his long, long legs are perfection. He tastes wonderful as well, part cologne (I definitely must ask him what he wears) and part him, clean and sweet, male and irresistible.
I kiss his neck, every little part I can reach, under his magnificent jaw, his Adam apple. I want to lick him but I don't dare. Maybe he'll push me away, tell me I'm crazy. After all, I just told him I wanted him and he still hasn't said a word or reacted. What if I'm too late, what if he doesn't want me?
I stop worrying and start moaning softly when I feel his lips on my hair, peppering kisses on my forehead and my temple. He slowly rubs his large hands all over my back and shoulders and I feel like I'm going to explode from so much tension. My breathing is labored and so is his. Our eyes meet and the desperation and desire I see in his mirror mine.
"I want you too…" he whispers hotly in my ear. "I want to…" He stops, shyness reappearing.
"What do you want?" I kiss his chin, worshipping every part of him.
"I want to have you in my room." He moans, lost in the moment and I moan too.
"Really? What would we do there?" I provoke, wanting to hear him say the words I long for. The throbbing between my legs is unbearable.
He looks at me, eyes hooded and short breath. I see he's struggling with himself, his natural reserve restraining him but he finally finds courage.
"You would fuck me", he says and he licks his lips, making me whimper. "And I would fuck you too."
I lose all reason and attack him. No more sweet kisses, savage deep ones and our tongues make love to each other. He attacks me in return, devouring my mouth, so sensually I want to weep. He learns my lips and I learn his. When he's out of breath, he trails his mouth and tongue on my neck and sucks almost brutally under my ear. His hands are wandering all over my body, my back, my ass, my legs.
I press him against the wall and do some wandering of my own. I slip my hands under his shirt and finally, finally feel his skin, hot under my fingers. The fire explodes between us and even though I know we can't do anything here, I want him to take me, to possess me. He already owns me in every sense of the word. I want him so much I can taste it. I love him so much it scares me.
"Please…" I whisper while he keeps assaulting my neck and sucking on my collarbone.
"What?" He grunts, his lips never leaving my skin.
"Make me come, please…I'll make you come too." I am shocked by my own words. I've never said this kind of thing before, never pleaded for pleasure like this.
He gasps, his surprise evident but it doesn't last. To my great relief, it is replaced by a deep groan, almost animalistic and a look of pure lust. To be sure we understand each other, he presses himself against me and turns me around, my back now pressed against the wall.
He thrusts his whole body against mine and I can feel him, his erection even through the jeans. He grinds but seems to think it's not enough and suddenly lifts me up. I feel frustrated too and pull my dress up so it's not in his way anymore. My legs surround his waist naturally as if they had always been there.
His hands are on my hips, holding me firmly and his lips find their way back on mine. I'm happy he kisses me because it swallows the deep moan I can't repress when he starts moving against me. He puts his whole body into it and my hips respond to his, circling and pushing and pulling. My clit is stimulated in all the right ways and hearing Edward's noises turns me into a wanton creature. All that matters is his cock against my center and his tongue fucking my mouth, promising me divine pleasures later.
I come first, and this climax is hands down the best I've ever known, blindingly exquisite. I cry in his mouth and bite his lower lip. He comes right after, grunting and panting my name.
We catch our breath together, my legs still locked around him and never wanting to let him go. It's the first time in my life I've done something so daring, so forbidden. I know it's wrong but I'm too blissed up to care. The pleasure was absolute and obvious. No need for pathetic foreplay or romantic settings, just him and me together, our desire and need enough to make us explode.
He rests his head on my shoulder, still panting. I caress his hair, so silky and wild and I want to stay here forever. Reality has no meaning anymore and the way he snuggles against me tells me he feels the same. I feel warm all over, not just from our recent activities but from the feeling of closeness I share with him. I am his shelter and he's my everything, my treasure in this cold world.
"I'm sorry, I've been a brute" He whispers, his eyes afraid.
"Are you kidding? I asked for it, I loved it." I cup his cheek and kiss him lightly. I want him to accept he can be rough, or soft and I'll want him just as much.
"You did?" He asks, a slow smile stretching his lips. "I did too, so much."
"I'm glad you did. I wasn't sure you'd want me, after everyth…" He interrupts me, cupping my ass and pressing me even deeper against him. I can't believe I want him again, so soon.
"Bella, Bella, Bella…" He breathes against my mouth. "Don't you know, you're the one, the only one I want?" He watches me, adores me with his eyes.
"What about Kate?" I had completely forgotten about her but his words awake my memory.
"Don't be mad but…" He kisses me deeply, leaving me wanting. "She is a friend and she helped me. I wanted to make you jealous." He looks shy again.
I'm elated and happy. He never wanted her, he did this for me, to make me react. Boy, did it work!
"I'm sorry I put you through this. I'm an idiot and you made me see the light." I clutch his neck, bracing myself.
"What do you mean?" He asks, uncertain and so beautiful he takes my breath away. How can he want me?
"You're the only one I want too." His eyes shine with a new light and his smile is contagious.
"Ahem!"
Our bubble burst violently. We've been discovered.
Author lights a cigarette and waits anxiously for her dear readers' reactions. XO Steph