Hmm, is it Tuesday already? Guess that means it's update day!
Props to my awesome team: Theonlykyla, Cutestkidsmom, Grnidgirl, and Nicole. Extra love today to Grndidgirl and to my AMAZING beta TexasBella for polishing this chapter and for squashing my fears over all things lemony. Did I say lemony? You all know what that means! I won't make you wait any longer, I know what you all have been waiting for. Enjoy.
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Bella
"Time's up, Bella." Edward's grabbed my hand and I don't pull it away. The phone call he received had to have been bad news because he looks tense. Glancing over at Ali, her expression is pensive.
She stands and gives my shoulders a squeeze. "I'll go find Jazz and ask him to dance," she says happily.
Rose gives me a hug and quietly whispers, "Go with him, Bella."
With Edward's hand still firmly gripping mine, I grab my handbag and we head out of the hall.
Part of me feels nervous, but another part feels excited. Glancing over at him, his expression is hard to read. It's as if there is a battle raging inside ... I should say something; anything, but I'm at a loss for words. The steel grip he has on my hand hand loosens, and then his fingers lace lightly through mine; it's vastly more intimate and I relax a bit with the gesture.
Edward leads us over to the elevators and pushes the button while his lips graze over the back of my hand as if in reverence. At this tenderness my body reacts, and all my senses are heightened.
With an abrupt movement he stops, takes a frustrated breath, and combs his hand roughly through his hair; practically pulling it out. Having the same annoying habit, this is a nervous gesture I know all too well. I want to calm him down, but I don't know exactly what he needs. He is conflicted, and I'm feeling all kinds of helpless.
The doors open and he guides me inside the empty lift by the small of my back. I gasp as I feel the heat radiating from his hand right through the fabric of my dress. The tension in the confines of the small space is thick; and charged with an unnameable force. As the doors close behind us something inside me tells me nothing will ever be the same between us again.
He leans against the handrail still holding my hand but then turns and faces me. Oh God, his eyes are darkening, he looks predatory. I swallow nervously and start chewing my bottom lip ... Another stupid habit.
His eyes dart from my eyes down to my lips. "Do. Not. Do. That." His voice is rough, yet passionate.
He needs to kiss me, soon. Kiss me, Edward, I think while trying to convey the message with my eyes.
It works, he peers into my eyes and inhales sharply. Letting go of my hand Edward places his own on the wall to the right of my head. His left hand abruptly slams against the wall to my other side effectively trapping me.
I drop my handbag.
He speaks to me again, his voice stern. "Bella, don't –" So many different emotions appear in his eyes: confusion, hesitation, hurt, anger, lust, and yes, perhaps even love.
Slowly my hand moves to the side of his heavenly face where I lightly stroke his cheek. The only sound around us right now is Edward's labored breathing.
"It's okay, Edward," I tell him staring right into his eyes.
A look flashes across his face before he utters a sentence that sounds so heartbreakingly broken. "Bella, you don't want me. Trust me."
Without hesitation my heart speaks, "I do – want you and trust you."
In one swift move Edward grabs both my hands and pins them to the wall before the he crashes his lips and body to mine. We are mouths, tongues, and moans of desire. My body is on fire from his kiss. He releases my lips and begins to trail kisses down my neck and I feel the flames licking at me, consuming me.
A bell sounds signaling we have reached our floor and the elevator doors open. He abruptly pulls away and we are both breathing heavily. I'm already feeling the loss of him, there is too much distance between us. He roughly grabs his tie, loosening it, and I take a step closer and grab it, bringing him closer to me.
I want his lips back on mine. "Kiss me." My voice sounds desperate, demanding.
He groans and then lifts me up into into his arms; I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. As he is walking us down the corridor our lips connect again, this time it's slow and lingering. Pulling back and looking into his eyes briefly, I begin placing open mouth kisses along his jaw and neck.
The sound of our rapid breathing creates a stirring deep inside. I go with it, no hesitations. A door crashes open and Edward whispers with a low sexy voice in my ear, "What are you doing to me, Bella?"
Edward
After kicking the door shut with my foot; I turn and slam Bella into it. She is kissing me along my neck, jaw, and her hands are tangling their way through the hair at the base of my neck.
Dammit, I know I need to calm the hell down. For a second thinking of Kate and Royce makes my temper flare. The whore deserves nothing, not even a fleeting thought.
The feeling of Bella wrapped around me in this moment makes me realize that this can't happen out of spite. You have to know how much she wants this Edward. No, not like this.
Shaking my head in shame, I plead with her, "Bella, you don't deserve this, not this way. You deserve so much more. I'm so sor –"
She cuts me off. "Don't say it, Edward. Do not say you're sorry because I'm not."
Looking into her beautiful face my breath hitches, yeah she has that effect on me. If I open my mouth I'll say something that I may later regret so after putting her down, I turn my back away from her, head to the bar, grab the scotch decanter, and pour myself a drink.
"No, Edward, don't ..." She comes up behind me and grabs my arm forcing me to turn around to look at her.
I shake my head while breathing deeply, trying to stay calm when I'm anything but.
"What is going on here, Edward? First you are all over me and then you can't get far enough away? Tell me you don't want this – and I'll leave."
"I'm not good for you, Bella, you don't want me."
"Don't pretend to know what I want here, Edward. You don't know me at all."
"Dammit, Bella. Why are you pushing me? It shouldn't be like this."
"Then why the hell did you drag me up here? Are we just going to talk, Edward?"
I brought you up here to fuck you senseless, Bella, is that what you want to hear? "Yes, Bella, let's talk." God, I'm such a sarcastic bastard. "To be honest, talking is the last thing I feel like doing at the moment."
"...and we're back to hot and cold again. Really, Edward? Maybe I should just go, Jasper is probably missing me by now."
She did not just go there.
"You really shouldn't have said that." I grab my glass, down the scotch, and hurl the glass across the room where it shatters upon impact. I'm seeing red ... How could she just stand there and calmly announce that she was going back to him?
All rational thoughts have left my mind. Without thinking, in one fluid motion my arm knocks everything off the surface of the bar. Then I grab Bella, sitting her on top of it, before I lean over her using all my weight. Grabbing her by the chin, she is forced to look into my eyes.
"You. Are. Mine."
"You belong here with me."
"You will not walk out that door."
I can't be gentle with her right now. I'm too edgy, and my emotions and temper are all over the map. She needs to understand what I'm asking of her.
"Is this what you want?" I ask her, my voice low, jaw tight. She is practically panting, but she doesn't utter a word. The last of my self control is quickly leaving my body. I want her ... NOW!
I let go of her chin and wrap my fingers around her wrists, pinning her down. "Last chance, Bella. Tell me you don't want this, and I'll stop."
"I want this," she whimpers and I hear her stuttered breath. "I need you, Edward, please."
Reaching behind her, I yank the zipper down, roughly pull the dress over her head, and toss it aside; not caring where it lands. Bella is sitting in front of me in nothing but a pair of black, satin and lace panties and heels. The heels are staying. My right hand wraps around the miniscule fabric that is covering her pussy and with one firm pull the panties tear and join the dress on the floor. She gasps and I just shrug my shoulders. "I'll buy you a new pair," I say giving her a smirk.
God, she is sitting there all beautiful and bare before me and fuck if she isn't biting on that damn bottom lip. My fingers are itching to touch her and my cock is as hard as a rock and straining against my pants with need.
Bella roughly pulls my tie again, bringing me closer and crashes her lips to mine. She pushes my jacket off and begins tearing at the buttons of my shirt. I grab her ass and roughly pull it toward me, wrapping those long legs of hers around my waist. Shit, I can feel the heat radiating from her sex, she's so damn close to me and all I can think of is tasting her. My brain is in a Bella induced haze.
I hook my arms under her shoulders and lean her back. Her breathing is erratic. I begin at her ear and nip all the way down to her collarbone where my tongue swipes into the divot just above it. Finding my way back to her mouth, I roughly force my tongue inside needing to dominate her.
She whimpers again and I take her bottom lip in between my teeth. I bite down hard, and she trembles in my arms.
I proceed to trail kisses down and around each of her breasts. Her pink, taut nipples are begging for attention so I take one into my mouth and bite, causing a ripple of pleasure to course through her body. "Dammit, Bella, you are so responsive to my touch. Just you wait, baby," I tease while giving the other nipple the same attention.
I continue to move down her stomach and swirl my tongue around her bellybutton rejoicing in the way her body is quivering from my touch.
"Please, Edward."
She's panting now, I know I'm teasing her. "Are you begging me, baby? That is so hot. Tell me what you want. Say it. Out loud. Say it."
"I need to feel you, inside me." Her head falls back and she grips the rail of the bar. I lightly trail my finger down to her sex watching her body breakout in goose bumps in its wake. With that I thrust two fingers inside of her causing her to moan in pleasure.
"God, baby, you're so wet for me, and so damn tight. I can feel your walls clenching around my fingers. Do you like that, Bella? Do you like my fingers inside you? Can you stand more?"
Her eyes are closed and her body is shaking, and she is trying to clench her legs closed.
"Oh no, beautiful. Open your eyes and your legs, love. Just relax and feel, I'm not nearly finished with you. I'm going to taste you now, I'm going to bury my face in your sweet, hot pussy. I want you to watch me." I practically growl at her.
"Oh God."
I begin to place small kisses on the inside of each thigh, and when I reach her center I pull back slightly to look at her. She's perfect – all pink and inviting. I drag my tongue slowly through her slit which elicits another moan. I'm overcome with the taste of my Bella.
"Damn, baby, you taste so sweet. I just knew you would."
She roughly grabs my hair moaning my name as I unhook her legs from around my waist. After pulling her closer to the edge of the bar, I drop to my knees and place her legs over my shoulders.
Once her sweet taste fully hits my tongue it's like an animalistic frenzy takes over. Her scent and taste is my only focus; hearing her moans of pleasure and my name, my name falling from her lips - is killing me. I want her to come so I can fuck her. God help me, but I want to fuck her hard. I'm greedy, taking everything she has for me; I can't get enough.
I feel her body start to clench, she's so close. That's it baby, let go for me. Only for me. I curl another finger inside her and rub that sweet spot as I'm gently biting down on her clit. She screams as a powerful orgasm hits. Bella's body convulses as she explodes onto my tongue and fingers; the grip she has on my hair is almost painful.
Giving her no time to recover I attack her mouth with mine. My baby sucks hard on my tongue and I know she can taste herself. So fucking hot. After making quick work of my pants, she is in my arms and I'm carrying her to bed. Like a precious piece of artwork which must be handled with utmost care, I lay her back, and then pin both of arms against the sheets while I move in and resume devouring her sweet mouth. When I break our kiss the look she gives me is intense, willing me to continue.
Bella
His tongue is in my mouth dominating my own, and I can't help but to submit to the power he has over me. Whimpering from his forcefulness when he bites down on my bottom lip I feel the beginning of the ecstasy only he can bring me to. This man is a master.
Edward quickly removes his pants and his cock is there before me, all rock hard and perfect. I lick my lips in anticipation. He picks me up and carries me to the bed where he lays me down, pulling my arms above my head, pinning them together at my wrists. He attacks my mouth, the unique flavor of him ... of us together, is potent on my tongue. I suck on it greedily. When we have no choice but to break our kiss, he releases my wrists then pulls back and his beautiful green eyes are staring into mine.
He's silently asking me for permission to continue. Something I would never deny him. The simple act of running my fingers through the soft hair on the back of his head, drawing him closer to me is all he needs for me to convey my consent. A hum, like a satisfied purring, erupts deep in his chest.
His eyes which were once bright green and crystal clear are once again darkening with lust, desire, and something else I can't wrap my head around. My mind races trying to read him.
Edward's hands on me are sure and steady, meticulous. He's playing my body like he would an instrument, and he knows well the melody he plays. It's as if the song is a familiar one.
It comforts me.
He is perfecting our symphony. The harmony is slowly building into a sweet crescendo of pleasure – delicious torture to be sure.
This man, this sweet, beautiful man looks at me as if I may disappear should he close his eyes. I see so many emotions wanting to come to the surface. Now he seems ... unsure.
I touch the side of his face and Edward's green eyes close briefly. When they open again I'm looking at a man. A beautiful man who is guarded, vulnerable, and scared even. A deep seated need rises up in me: a need to protect him, to end the hell he is living in. In short, I just want him to show me the real Edward, not the Edward he thinks he has to play for everyone else, the role that Kate has cast him in.
I pull his face closer and whisper softly to him, "It's okay, baby."
He shudders and then the mask slips away.
"Bella, I want, no, I need you. Please."
"Then take me, Edward. Play me like a song, I'm yours. I've always been yours, you just had to ask."
"Bella," he asks quietly. "Are you protected? I mean, do we need to use ..."
"We're good, Edward. Please ... don't make me wait."
He smiles at me, and the look in his eyes makes me weak. As he slowly pushes into me completing our union at long last, I hear a faint word fall from his lips.
"Heaven."
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Is it HOT in here? Thoughts? I know you have them. Are you thinking he was too agressive for their first time? TRUST ME ...
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