I won't even try to make you read an A/N... LET'S GO!
"No buts, no nothing. I'm driving my lady home now, okay?" Bella's smile was endearing as she stepped away from the driver's seat and to the other side of the car where I held her door open for her.
"You better kiss her first," she remarked before she pulled onto the fabric of my shirt and got me closer to her.
I obliged, letting my lips meet hers softly. She kind of whimpered, turning me on even more than I already was and I let myself go, my hand roaming around her lower back until my palms lay on her ass, squeezing slightly and pulling her even more into me. I was sure she could feel how much I wanted her. Since Rosalie told me Butterfly was holding back, there was no way she'd take this the wrong way. Bella molded herself to me, leaning her body against the cool metal of the car as my mouth continued to devour hers. I groaned when she rubbed her lower body to mine and I felt like I was going to explode right then and there.
That would not be a good idea.
"Oh fuck, Edward…" Bella whimpered when I exchanged her lips for the delicate, soft skin of her neck. My hand palmed one of her breasts and I instantly loved the way she seemed to be made for my touch, it was a perfect fit.
My teeth nipped the skin just inches from her collar bone when I realized we shouldn't be doing this right here, right now. This was not what my Butterfly deserved, to be mauled by a guy up against his car.
"Let's get home," I said, my voice shaky. I needed to get her home, in a bed as soon humanly possible.
When I drove home, I was quite positive that I may get a speeding ticket in the mail soon, but just way no part of me cared. At all. I felt on top of the world, like all the misery of the past couple of weeks, months and even years was somehow going to be worth it. It was silly to behave and feel like a lovesick teenager, but I just couldn't help myself.
I caught my Butterfly staring at me a couple of times, her smile and averting her gaze whenever I caught her was simply adorable.
My hand found her thigh each time I knew I wouldn't have to shift gears for a bit, the warmth of her skin soothing. She shifted her legs around several times, which left me with a smug smile on my face. She wanted this just as much as I did.
I got us home safe, and Bella kept holding my hand when she unlocked the door of our apartment. There wasn't much talking at this point, just a lot of staring and smiles and a lot of touching.
"Do you want anything to drink?" Bella asked, opening the fridge and staring inside.
I just shook my head when she retrieved a water bottle and screwed the top off.
"Is something wrong, Butterfly?" I asked when she put the bottle back down.
"It's just," she took in a deep breath and held it for a few seconds before she let it back out. "Kiss me, please?" I heard what she said, but her eyes mesmerized me right now. They told me something else as she looked at me with those big, brown pools of emotion.
Yes, baby. I love you, too.
Out of nowhere came this wave of affection and overpowering love. I knew it was too soon, and telling her now would probably only make her think this was some kind of rebound. It wasn't, and I had to show her first before I told her. I couldn't screw this up.
I stepped forward, cradling her face in my hands and stared deep into her eyes, willing them to reflect hers that moment. Maybe she'd see it too like I just had, even if it just was a fraction of it. She just smiled at me and bit her lip. I kissed her bottom lip, making her teeth let go of it and I slid my hands down to her narrow waist, clutching her close to me. Butterfly sighed into the kiss, hands running up over my arms. I felt my jacket slide off of my shoulders and heard it drop on the floor before I felt Bella's touch on my bare skin, light as a feather and I needed more of it. Our kiss was soft as first, that gradually intensified up to the point where I felt myself pushing my Butterfly up against the fridge. The insides rattled which made Bella giggle slightly and she broke away, leaving me heartbroken and panting as if I'd just ran a freakin' marathon.
"You honestly want to do this right here, Good Guy?" She joked, averting my gaze by staring at the cotton blend of my shirt. I searched her face for clues that maybe she didn't want this, but didn't find any. I chuckled at her flushed cheeks and let my eyes wander. She was just so beautiful, too beautiful.
I raked my hand through her hair, resting it against the back of her head where she leaned into my touch like a little kitten.
"Come with me," she took my hand in hers and lead me over to her bedroom. It looked like she'd just cleaned it, no traces of her shoes or scattered folders and files anywhere. It was less chaotic, but it felt like her. Exactly like her.
She seemed to twirled around me, and then glanced over her shoulder to look at me.
"Sit." She instructed, so I arched a brow and obliged as I sat my ass down on her soft bedding at the foot of the bed.
She turned her back to me, closing the door and fiddled with her phone. Heavy bass music filled the room in soft volume and I could tell there was no way she'd be the little innocent, shy Butterfly anymore. The way she looked at me explained that she wanted more than that kiss this time and I would not hold back anymore. I physically couldn't anymore.
"Right now, I won't let you be that Good Guy anymore." She shook her head and toed off her boots, which she'd already unlaced. She stepped forward, in between my legs and looked down at me. I nodded, to tell her I knew what she meant and I did. She wanted me.
"Fuck all this tension, I can't take it anymore." I sighed and pulled her down to meet my lips again. This woman and her kisses could make me forget just about anything. Bella moaned and I could feel her shift around, setting her knees on the bed on either side of me. She already got me so worked up, there wasn't much need for any kind of foreplay: she'd mastered making my body talk to her already.
Bella felt like the only solid thing in the room, making me cling to her body like she was the only thing keeping me alive right now, sending wild tremors all through my insides, aching to get closer to her. I could feel her against my raging hard-on, the fabric between us driving me insane.
I pulled away from her lips, kissing my way down to her jawline and neck and lingered there, enjoying the way she squirmed on my lap whenever I would place some open-mouthed kisses there.
"Fuck. You weren't kidding when you said you were only getting started," she breathed.
"Take it off," I said, pushing her back slightly so I could admire her body once more in the tight-as-fuck dress she was wearing.
"Are we demanding things now, mister Cullen?" My eyes narrowed at her question.
"I swear to God, if you don't do it, I'll rip it to shreds."
She got off me and I wanted to cry, pull her back and tell her I was sorry, but she just giggled a little and brushed some hair out of her face. Her hands trailed to the hem of her dress. With her back still to me, she pulled up the fabric tortuously slowly until she revealed her tights weren't just the normal ones. They were the kind with lace trimmings, ending high up her thighs and fastened onto a garter belt. I bit my lip and just stared at her when she continued, lifting the dress up over her head. It ended somewhere across the room, neither one of us cared about its whereabouts. My gaze lingered on her legs, inching up over the smooth stockings and the creamy skin of her thighs and the swell of her ass. She was wearing the tiniest thong I'd ever seen, the only fabric there was too it, was a simple heart where the strings all came together.
She turned around and I'd seen her like this already -at the club, but this was so fucking different. Her bra was lace on satin, the perfect shade of purple that made her skin tone luminous. Her breasts were pushed up slightly, creating the most amazing cleavage on her, with straps that crisscrossed over her midriff. My Butterfly was exquisite, perfection. She leaned down to undo her stockings, but I wasn't having any of that.
"Let me." her head shot up, eyes meeting mine. They were darker than usual, fiery.
"Fuck," I muttered as she got closer to me again, raking her fingers through my hair and gliding lower and lower until she sat back on top of me, straddling me.
"You're wearing entirely too many clothes, Good Guy. It's not fair, at all." She purred into my ear."
"You have seen all this before, and yet here I am. Completely oblivious to what you're hiding under there." She put her hand on my thigh, sliding up until her hand was on the bulge in my pants. "Now, I know you're hiding quite a bit and I just want to see. I need to see you, feel you. I need you, Edward."
Every trace of doubt in my head disappeared as I gave myself to her, completely. We kissed until she pushed my back flat on the mattress, my hips grinding into hers before I rolled us over to the side. Bella's hands made quick work of my shirt before they went to my belt buckle. She unfastened it swiftly and kissed my torso as she unbuttoned all four buttons. I wished I'd worn sweatpants, that would have made this so much easier.
I flipped over onto my back again and got out of those jeans as fast as I could. My heart throbbed into my head, I was just in over my head. Just like that, she was all touch and kisses and I hovered over her, my hands on either side of her body as I showered her body with kisses. I felt her skin, goosebumps on heat and nothing has ever felt this good. I noticed a slight tremble in my hands when I reached the ridiculous excuse of a pair of underwear.
"Show me how to get this off," I fingered the garter belt and the straps attached to her stockings. Bella giggled and sat up, reaching behind her back. She undid six clasps before she was freed of the purple satin, unclasping the straps and looked at me.
"You don't like them?" She asked, humor in her voice.
"I love them, but right now they need to go Butterfly," I said, pressing a kiss onto her shoulder.
I kissed her again, forcing her to lay back down into the pillows. My hands went for the stockings, sliding them down her endlessly long legs and throwing them over my shoulder once I was done. There she was, a halo of luscious long hair around her as she looked at me with her bottom lip between her teeth.
"You're so fucking beautiful," she uttered. I shook my head, feeling self-conscious because of her little comment.
I didn't say anything back to her, instead, I let my actions become my words. Gentle caresses mixed in with needy touches and heated kisses until we were both naked, our bodies becoming one body like it was meant to always be this way.
Bella crawled on top of me and I touched her everywhere I could reach until she was panting and begging me for more. Her little sighs and noises were everything to me, passion coursing through us and around this room.
I felt just how ready she was for me, slick heat as I circled her clit slowly with my thumb while my mouth found one of her perfect nipples.
"Please," she whined adorably, chest heaving. I felt her hand against mine while I was working her closer to the edge, reaching for my hard cock. She lifted her body, sitting up on her knees and kissing my neck.
"Condom?" I managed to remember.
"Pill," she breathed. "I'm clean, don't worry." she panted as I circled her clit faster. She was beautiful like this, losing all control.
I hadn't had sex in forever anyway, and I trusted my Butterfly so I let her continue. She pushed me back down as she hovered over me, her hand guiding me against her entrance, teasing me.
She sank down slowly, and I watched her while I battled the urge to close my eyes at the goddamned sensation of her around me.
"Ah, fucking hell. You're fucking perfect," I said to her, my voice raspy as hell.
"I knew you'd be." She sighed.
Bella started moving, her body taking me on the best high of my life. She leaned forward to kiss me. A deep, searing hot kiss as her hips gyrated and I couldn't hold back the obnoxiously loud grunt coming out of my mouth as she guided my hand back down to her clit. I needed my Butterfly to feel good, I needed to make her feel exactly as good as she made me feel right now.
"God, yes." She moaned, her head thrown back and the very tips of her hair tickling my legs. "More, please."
I lifted my hips each time she came down, the more powerful and harsher movements seemed to be precisely what she needed.
I felt my balls tighten and I knew I wasn't going to last incredibly long. This just felt too good and it had been way too long since I'd had sex.
With my hands on her hips, I tried to steady her and rocked back up hard. I could tell she liked it, as her moans got louder and more explicit each time I did that. Bella kept one of her hands on my chest to steady herself as the other one replaced mine on her clit. The sight alone almost made me come right then and there.
"Yes, yes. Oh fuck, Edward." The sound of my name on her lips on this occasion was everything, the way she scrunched up her nose and closed her eyes in pure pleasure only spurring me on.
"I'm so close, Butterfly," I grunted, almost ashamed to admit it.
"Me too, you're so fucking great."
I took the time to watch her again, arched back and flushed chest all the way up to her neck.
"Edward… I'm gonna," she gasped for a breath and I nudged her hand out of the way, taking over, enjoying the feeling of her nails lightly scraping over my chest as she rocked on top me, her movements frantically in search of her release.
I tried to hold on, hearing her breathing hitch before I felt her walls flutter around me with a loud 'fuck'.
Just like that, I let go and couldn't stop the moan from coming out of my mouth. I let go, my heart thundering in my chest as I fell over the edge.
"Oh my fucking god," I muttered, entirely out of breath while my Butterfly smiled at me.
"Don't you ever make me wait that long again," she said and collapsed next to me, her legs draped over mine, one tangle on top of her sheets.
There was no way I could even if I wanted to.
So. How was this for you? *lights cigarette*
