OKAY! Ladies and gents (if there's any), before you react to this chapter, please bare in mind that the two are drunk... and horny... and crazy... and DRUNK!
You can also treat this as one answer to some of your questions :D The chapter title gives you the idea...
I MADE A WARNING, OKAY? PLEASE DO NOT KILL ME!
26.
NONCONSENUALLY CONSENSUAL?
*.*- BELLA'S POV -*.*
I swear, I think we knocked out the vase outside the hotel room.
Anyways…
"Stop, Edward," I mumble while I clutch the back of his neck for support. He's kissing me so hungrily that I almost think he is going to eat me.
His hand wanders to his pocket, looking for his card. He quickly slides it and brings the two of us inside the suite.
He closes the door by pushing me into it and shoves his tongue back into my mouth. I angle my head one side to deepen the kiss.
"Stop it, Edward," I say again, but he won't listen. His lips skim down my neck and nibbles on it. I grasp his hair tightly as I arch my neck backwards.
He then decides to carry me to what I suppose is his bedroom, were we continue our torrid make out.
I am thrown onto the bed with a swoosh, and he ultimately strips down in front of me. I can almost hear the thoughts of his stiff cock. Fuck that cunt!
Tsk. Bad dick!
Edward slowly crawls over me, attacking my lips again. I push my tongue against his. Mmm… too good…
Great! My dress is hard to remove. Damn you, Alice.
Soon, I successfully undress in front of him. God, the way he watches me… it's so obvious how long it has been since the last time we've been screwed senseless. Or maybe we haven't been screwed senseless… Hmm…
He lunges at my tits, nipping and biting and sucking. I dig to the roots of his hair.
"Stop."
"Stop talking, Bella!" he whines. I giggle.
His mouth goes back to my neck, and his hands roam all over body. I can feel his fingers on my pussy, pumping and pinching until half of my body is in mid-air.
Tension starts to build inside me. I need more.
I close my eyes, trying to rein in tension and ecstasy.
I feel him parting my legs wider. He positions his dick.
"Stop," I murmur, grasping the headboard for leverage.
Who knew counting down during sex could be hot?
"Ten," he starts, pounding into me. He picks up the pace but not the counting. "Nine," pound, "Eight." He tightens his hold on my thigh while I anchor my foot on his ass. "Seven," pound, "Six." I restrain myself from coming. "Five." He's now pushing harder than quickening his thrusts. "Four," pound, "Three." I whimper. "Two," pound, "One."
"Oh, Edward," I scream, shuddering intensely.
*peeks* What can you say? Are you still mad? :/