"For fuck's sake," he groaned before leaning down, his hand cupping my face tenderly. Edward leaned down and closer, until I could finally feel his soft, full lips on mine. It was everything I could ever hope for. It was everything I wanted. The kiss was sweet, passionate, rough and simply amazing. His scruff moving against my skin was adding another dimension, a prickly one which told me I wasn't making this up. I wasn't lost in some incredible daydream. This was real!
I let out a shameless moan when Edward's tongue caressed mine. I was clinging onto Edward for dear life as I met him movement for movement. A kiss had never felt this good. It had never felt like this. Even in the beginning of my relationship with Mike, nothing had ever felt like this. I let myself go, falling harder and faster than ever before. I could feel the hard planes of his body against mine. My hands trailed from the bunched up fabric in my hands. I let go, moving them up over his pecs and along his neck until my fingers knotted inside Edward's slightly damp hair. He groaned in my mouth when I pulled a little harder, his hands finding my ass. He grabbed me, palming my butt and squishing me into him. I could feel every inch of him. Every impressive, hard inch of him as I grinded my hips against his.
"What are we doing?" he breathed as we parted.
I shut him up by kissing him again, willing him to shut down his head and open his heart. For me. Only for me.
He kissed me back with force, our noses bumping into each other as he walked me backwards, the backs of my calves hitting the couch. I resisted, turning us around and pushing him until he let go and plopped onto the leather. The material was noisy, as were our kisses and mingled breaths as I straddled him, desperate for more contact.
Edward's lips left mine as he kissed my jaw and then my neck. He nibbled the sensitive flesh, wetting it with his tongue as my eyes seemed to roll back into my head. I couldn't believe what I was doing, and more importantly, who I was doing it with. But most of all, I couldn't begin to comprehend what Edward was making me feel. The longing inside me was building up so forcefully that I thought I was going to combust. Lust was crawling its way up, consuming me to the point of no return. I was literally seconds away from ripping all of my clothes off and begging Edward to fuck me, right then and there.
"You'll be the absolute death of me," he murmured as his hands trailed their way up under my shirt, impatient fingers meeting the delicate lace of my bra.
A phone rang, but I didn't care whose it was. Instead I allowed Edward to take off my shirt. He lifted it from my frame, biting his lip as he flung it across the living room, never taking his eyes off me. I sat straight-up, trying not to be self-conscious about the fact that I was willing to show him absolutely every inch of my body, flaws and all.
We kissed as our bodies practically merged together on the couch. Meanwhile his shirt came off as well, and I let my eyes travel over the masterpiece that he was. Always hiding underneath the cheap cotton. Chiseled chest and inked skin pulled tight over hard muscles. Holy, fuck, this man was an absolute knock-out, he honestly should've pursued modeling.
I rocked my hips against his and heard Edward inhale a sharp breath as my lips and hands explored his skin. He had barely touched me at all, and yet I had never felt my skin tingle like this before or my heart thump this wildly in my chest. Being with him this way was pure and utter ecstasy, heaven.
"You want to take this to the bedroom?" he asked me, breathless and his voice deep and raspy.
I didn't need to verbalize my answer, instead I got off him. The loss of his warm hands on my waist was unbearable, but there was an unspoken promise for more so I let him take my hand and lead me to the bedroom. Even though we'd shared the bed the night before, this still felt quite a bit out of my comfort zone. I hadn't done this with anyone other than Mike and I suddenly couldn't help second-guessing myself. I hadn't had a first time as a proper adult and even though what we were doing in this moment wasn't exactly the correct time to do it, I didn't care. Mike didn't care about me anyway, and for me our relationship felt as though it ended a long time ago. It was like the break-up talk was long overdue, just a formality to break the ties between us completely. Mike hadn't touched me in a year and never did so in the way that Edward just had. It had never been like this, this fire, this obsession for more. I was completely powerless to stop it.
Edward noticed my silent thoughts and took them for hesitation, his voice sweet and understanding when he spoke.
"If you don't want to do this, I get it."
His thumb caressed the back of my hand. I stared at our hands joined together, at his calloused skin and scattered scars. You could tell Edward worked predominantly with his hands, and I loved that. He could actually build things, fix things with his own two hands which only added to his sex appeal as I imagined him sweaty and greasy in nothing but a pair of overalls.
"Don't. Don't take this away from me. I want you," I pleaded.
