DISCLAIMER: This story is a Twilight spin-off/crossover of the movie made for TV in 2000 titled Sex and Mrs. X. All publicly recognizable characters, settings, dialogues, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
CHAPTER FORTY NINE: Close-Up
Edward's studio was large. There was a small kitchenette and sitting room by the entrance, but the rest of the space was empty except for a few lamps and worktables. Against one wall, there was a long wooden table with a computer and several cameras on display. At the back, there was a white backdrop with different furniture scattered around.
Edward guided me over there and told me I was free to move around as I pleased, that I didn't need to pose at all. He loved to get candid shots any chance he could get, and that was what he wanted for me.
"Just have fun, Bella," he whispered softly against my ear as he ran the back of his index finger across the apple of my cheeks.
I blushed and nodded.
I didn't know what had come over me tonight, but when I was in his arms, I felt so safe. I realized I trusted him with my heart, but most of all, with my body. I wanted him, so badly, and this was the last piece of me I wanted to let go before I gave myself completely to him. So, I had asked him to bring me here, to photograph me, and if everything went as I planned, I would ask him to make me his tonight.
Now I wished that I wasn't so damned nervous.
Edward kissed my cheek. "Are you sure, ma douce?"
I took a deep breath and nodded firmly. "Yes."
He smiled, taking my hand and guiding me over to a divan covered in sheets with pillows in different shades.
"Sit down, pretend I am not here. You are at home, relaxing—"
"I would need a book for that," I interrupted him.
He lifted a finger. "Un instant, s'il te plaît."
He turned around and made a beeline for his desk. He picked up a small book and then came back to me, handing me the book with a flirty smile.
"What ma douce asks, she shall receive." He winked.
I took the book from him and giggled when I read "The Little Prince" on the cover. I sat down on the divan and opened the book.
He first took pictures of me lying down on the divan, reading in different positions. After a few minutes, I dropped the book and looked straight at him, no hiding any longer. I rested my chin on my hand at the end of the divan and watched him, his camera clicking wildly. I saw him exchange memory cards and then kept taking pictures.
"Feel free to do whatever you want. The floor is yours, ma douce."
"You keep calling me that, and I don't know what that means."
His smile was secretive and playful. "When you do, let me know."
"Why?"
"So I can come up with a different term for you to figure out."
I giggled and bit my lip. He winked and went back to looking through the lens.
I posed for him on the divan for a few more minutes, until an idea came to my mind. There was an empty space in the studio with a white backdrop. I stood up and walked over there and simply posed standing there for few minutes. I kneeled on the soft carpet, and then crawled on all fours toward a mountain of white pillows on the side. I plopped down on top of them with a carefree laugh, being silly.
The only sounds in the room were my laughter, his chuckle and the constant click of his camera.
I closed my eyes feeling comfortable. I could hear his footsteps as he circled me. I opened my eyes and found him standing, looming on top of me, the click, click, click of his camera never stopping. Feeling flirtatious, I blew him a kiss and I saw the wide grin on his face as he took pictures like crazy. He moved to the side, kneeling down to take a few close-ups and then moved back a few steps.
When he was far enough, I stood up again and took a deep breath, mentally getting ready for what I was about to do. I'd been thinking about this since that day he'd said he wanted to shoot me, and I knew this was my chance.
I turned around, my back to him and slowly raised my hand to the knot at the small of my back. I looked back at him over my shoulder, locking his gaze with mine. I slowly pulled one end of the tie and let the dress fall open, the strap around my neck falling and pooling provocatively on my bended elbows.
He couldn't see what I had on underneath my dress yet, but I knew. I was wearing the set Alice had pushed me to try on when I went shopping with her: a strapless black satin corset with a garter belt, black lace panties and black stockings. The boned corset had a traditional front bustier and was laced up in back. It was a simple and pretty piece that molded my hourglass figure perfectly.
I turned my face away from him and let the dress fall to the floor with a whoosh, and then turned around, looking up at him from beneath my eyelashes.
His gasp rang out loud and clear in the room, filling me with courage.
I never looked his way as I walked to a small plush stool at my right and sat down on it. I took off my earrings and set them down on the little card table that was to my left. I then bent down and took off one shoe at a time.
The camera was clicking constantly and I could feel the tension building between us. He never said anything, but his breathing became heavier with each item I took off.
I stood up and placed one foot on the stool, slowly rolling down the stocking.
I heard him groan, and saw him kneel with the camera hiding his face.
The fact that I couldn't see his eyes made it easier for me to pretend I was undressing in my room. I walked to the divan and grabbed one of the sheets that were on top, then walked back to stand in front of the white backdrop again. I wrapped the sheet around me, covering myself from head to toe. I looked back over my shoulder and let the sheet fall down from my head and then my shoulders.
Underneath, I took my time to undo the corset at the front, letting it also drop to the floor. I tied the sheet around me and, with a giggle, kicked the corset over to where Edward was standing.
Edward froze and looked down, inhaling with a loud hiss when he spotted the undergarment at his feet. He made no attempt to hide the way he grabbed his cock through his jeans to adjust himself.
I bit my lip and shuddered at the sight.
He looked up and dropped his camera on a nearby card table. He walked straight over to me and circled me once, and then wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tightly.
"You are a tease, Isabella," he murmured while pressing slight kisses from my forehead, my eyes, my nose, my chin and along my jaw. "I enjoyed every minute of it."
I let out a sigh, shivering from his touch. He left open-mouthed kisses down to my neck. He nipped my collarbone and soothed the sting with a flick of his tongue, igniting a fire all over my body.
My eyes rolled back, and I raised my arms, entwining my hands into his hair, pulling him down to me. His hands were firmly on my hips, holding his body away from mine. I pulled him to me again, causing him to step closer, and I let out a sigh at the feel of his hard body against my soft one. He leaned down and pressed gentle, chaste kisses against my lips, driving me crazy.
I started to slowly unbutton his shirt and then pulled it off his shoulders, uncovering his hard chest. He had a tattoo over his left ribs, a baby footprint with Alexandre written on one side and a date on the other. I touched it, running my hand slowly over the edge of the footprint.
"This is beautiful," I whispered and then kissed it.
He inhaled sharply, but didn't say anything.
He dropped the shirt to the floor and pulled me back against his body. I couldn't help myself and kissed my way up until I reached his lips, biting down on his bottom one. He groaned, and then his mouth crashed down on mine, stealing my breath, consuming me in an ardent kiss. His hands roamed up my torso, and I was so lost in our kiss, that I failed to notice that his right hand had made its way to the knotted sheet at my chest. He gave it a gentle tug, making the sheet fall as he tore his lips away from mine.
"Tellement belle, flawless," he murmured against my lips, his awed expression making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, standing there in only my underwear and heels.
He kissed that spot behind my ear that made me shiver in desire, and then trailed kisses down my neck.
"So lovely and stunning... I need to touch you, Bella."
"Then, touch me, Edward, please," I said, in a voice barely above a whisper.
It was my soft pleading that fueled our passion. Our kisses became stronger, more heated. Our hands roamed each other's body with a passionate urgency. His pants were easily discarded, and there we stood in the middle of his studio, clad in only our underwear.
"Tell me you want this, Isabella. Tell me," he begged as he kissed down my neck.
I cupped his face with both of my hands and looked straight into his eyes.
"I want this, Edward. I want you. I need you."
He pulled me closer to him, our noses touching. "J'ai besoin de toi aussi, Bella," he murmured against my lips, before angling my head, his hand at the back of my head and kissing the breath out of me.
Edward picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, and carried me over to the divan, our lips never parting.
He gently laid me down and pulled back from our kiss, his body covering mine, his hands flat against the back of the divan.
He was looking at me with such tenderness and admiration; it made me feel special, like I was the only woman in the world for him.
Tonight, I would let go all of my inhibitions, and give myself to him.
Tonight, he'd be the only man in the world for me.
BETA: Mauigirl60 | PRE-READER: Alterite
