Disclaimer: Stephenie owns all things Twilight. I own nothing.
A/N: Last chapter for tonight. Remember, this drabble is rated M...so if you're not old enough, sorry but you need to leave... thanks for stopping by though. As for the rest of you, enjoy a little bit of Eddie.
Selfish 36
God, do I want to fuck you.
Take you here on the floor and make you my slut.
But that wouldn't be the gentlemanly thing to do... now would it?
My strides become long, and before I know it, I'm in front of you...
Close enough to where I can smell you...
Enough distance to where I haven't crossed this invisible line that my stubbornness has created.
All these problems, all this separation is my fault.
Had I just given in to the urges, the lust... you would have been mine already.
You would have been under me, over my body, riding my cock against a wall.
Instead, I'm stuck in this inferno with Tanya...
My fuck-buddy turned girlfriend overnight.
But that's not important right now...
She's not important, not in my mind, and hopefully soon, not in my life.
I'm here now, looking down at your dripping pussy...
Just savoring the smell and sights... sampling the wine.
My resolve is weakened...
And when you moan, I swear my cock just teared through the fabric of my slacks.
I know you hear it, when you begin to writhe on the tile floor.
I don't think you need anymore friction to get off.
That is exciting in it's own, it means I can get you off without touching you.
How many men can say that... can boast an undeniable truth like that?
I get on my knees, where I belong before you...
With one last look at your half-lidded eyes, I get on my stomach...
My face a few inches away from my meal...
One long-drawn out breath, and I gently blow on your pussy.
You surprise me with the feral groan that leaves your lips...
And the way that your hips lift from the floor, only brings your pussy close to my mouth.
My hips take control, grinding against the floor...
I look at your face, sweat pouring down the sides of your temples...
Your breast, swollen with hard peaks that could cut through glass, begging me to suckle and bite...
Lastly, I look at the rest of your body as a whole, as you vibrate from uncontainable ecstasy as I gently run the tip of my tongue over your sensitive button.
It doesn't take long for your gushes of pleasure to pour out of you...
Fucking delicious.
As I begin to lower what is left of my zipper, I hear someone at the door...
I hear her.
I have to get rid of her.