Chapter Nine
The hotel isn't too far, but we take an Uber instead of walking back to grab my bags and some clothes for Edward. We sit close in the backseat, his face nuzzled in my neck, arm around my shoulder. His touch isn't as explicit as it was in the bar, but when his fingers graze my breast, I playfully shove him away, my eyes darting toward the driver. We're sweet, sensual kisses and murmured laughs. It's easy and natural, and both knew this was going to happen. It wasn't a matter of if, just when.
We ask the driver to wait for us while we quickly run up to the room, and he obliges. Soon enough we're Ubering to my Airbnb a few minutes from downtown. It's not in the hubbub of things but in a more residential area. Months ago, we picked it out together. I liked it because it was in a quieter part of town, and he liked it because there was a pool in the backyard. I didn't imagine us being on rocky terms back when we were planning for my visit. But things don't feel so rocky right now. With his hand in mine in the backseat of the car, things feel solid.
We let ourselves into the house with the keypad and walk throughout the place, turning on various lights and lamps.
"Drink?" he asks, moving toward the fridge to see what they have.
"Sure." I sit on the couch and take off my sandals. "Swim?"
"Fuck, yes."
I take my bag into the room and dig through it to find my swimsuit. I doubt he brought one, but he probably doesn't care. I change into the new white bikini I bought, knowing he'll go crazy for it. When I walk out of the room, he's not in the kitchen anymore but in the bathroom.
"I'll meet you outside," I holler to him, grabbing the two abandoned beers he left on the counter.
The backyard is private, and after taking what feels like a lifetime to figure out the stereo system, I'm finally able to get some music to flow through the speakers. I don't turn it too loud, since it's after ten, and there are neighbors.
"Jesus," I hear Edward say when he finally makes it outside. His eyes are on my bikini top, and he moves in for a kiss, his hand sliding down my back to cup my ass. "Please don't tell me you wear this in public."
"I haven't yet. It's new." His fingers play with the string on my hip, just enough that the material pops against my skin when he lets go. "What took you so long?" I ask. "I almost got in the pool without you." He doesn't answer me, only grins. "What?"
His eyes are so dark and playful, and when he lifts me up in both arms to throw me over his shoulder, I shriek.
"You can definitely get in the pool without me," he teases, threatening to toss me in.
"Don't you fucking dare," I warn, letting out another shriek.
"Ssh." He laughs. "You'll wake the neighbors."
"Then put me down."
He pretends to toss me, but doesn't. Instead, with my body over his shoulder and his hand on my ass, he says, "Actually, I have other things in mind. Other things I wanna do to you."
My stomach flickers when his hand slips under the material of my swimsuit bottom, his palm warm on my skin.
"Like what?" I ask breathlessly.
He maneuvers me, so I'm not over his shoulder anymore, but he still holds me up, both arms linked just under my ass, my tits nearly in his face.
"You'll find out," he says quietly.
I go to kiss him, but just before our lips meet, he tosses me in the pool.
"You're an asshole," I call out when I break the surface, but I'm laughing, and so is he as he jumps in with all of his clothes on.
He swims right toward me, but I'm trying to get away, pretending I'm mad. I'm definitely not because I love him like this. Carefree and playful and so fucking sweet. His hands grab my waist underwater, and he pulls me to him. I instantly wrap my legs around his still-clothed hips.
"I'm glad you came," he tells me softly. "Thank you for coming."
"I'm glad I came, too."
With his lips on mine and my body still attached to his, he moves through the water, until his back is against the wall of the pool. He tells me loves me. So fucking much. I feel it. I know it. I love him, too. It's not just the alcohol or how good things are right now. I'll always fucking love him despite all of the bullshit we put each other through.
His hand slides into the front of my bikini bottom, and his fingers fuck me until I tell him to stop.
"I don't wanna fuck in the pool," I tell him, and he breathes a laugh through his nose.
"I'm not gonna fuck you," he murmurs. "I'm gonna fucking worship you."
He guides me inside, both of us dripping with water as we walk through the house and into the bedroom. He unties my bikini, taking his sweet time with each string, then he strips out of everything but his boxers, tossing his T-shirt and jeans on the floor.
"Fuck, hold on," he says, his focus elsewhere as he moves off the bed.
"What?"
"I need to throw this shit in the tub," he tells me, picking up his wet clothes from the hardwood.
I prop myself up on my elbows. "Now?" I laugh. "Who cares? Leave them."
He dips his head closer to kiss me. "One sec. Don't move."
I lie back against the mattress, hot and bothered, waiting for him to come back. When what feels like too long for him to still be gone, I call out to him, and moments later, he returns.
We pick up right where we left off, and he hovers over me, completely unclothed now. I stroke his dick until he's fully hard and it elicits a groan from him. I've missed this. Us. So, I tell him. His face is so sincere and serious when he tells me he has, too.
Instead of fucking me like I'd hoped, he kisses every inch of my skin. It's too slow, and I want him so fucking badly, but I let him take his time with me. Kisses up my legs. Down my arms. Over my tits. Until his mouth is between my legs. It's been a while, so it doesn't take long for me to come from the wet heat of his mouth and the pressure of his tongue.
He moves on top of me then, his arms toned and tatted as he holds himself up. I open my legs wider, and he grips himself as he slides inside until his body is flush with mine.
"Fuck," he hisses. "Fuck, baby."
It's not slow then. He thrusts into me, the headboard pounding against the wall. With an arm hooked under my knee, he pushes deeper. Faster.
"I wanna fuck you from behind," he grits out, and then he flips me over and does just that.
His fingers dig into my hips, and he fucks me before switching positions again, so I'm on top. He says he wants to watch me ride him. And he does. His eyes glaze over, and he cups my tits, bringing his mouth to them.
"Are you gonna come?" I ask breathlessly after a few minutes, and he nods.
"Yeah, just… gimme a sec," he moans. "Fuck, keep doing that. Keep riding me, baby."
It takes him a while, which is fine because I end up coming for a second time. He tells me to touch myself, so I do. Seeing that drives him fucking crazy. His eyes clench closed, and he grabs my ass, setting the pace until he comes.
We shower together after that. He washes my hair, taking his time, his fingers massaging my scalp.
"Sorry it took so long," he says, and it takes me a second to realize he's talking about the sex we just had.
"Why are you apologizing?" I ask. "I like when it lasts."
"Yeah, but…"
He's quiet, and I turn around in the shower to face him as I stick my head under the stream to wash away the suds.
For a split second, he looks torn, his face clouded with uncertainty.
"What's wrong?" I ask, running my fingers over the wet scruff of his jaw. I didn't think anything of it, but now, his reaction is making me pause. I guess this is the first time for us in a long time. Like, two months. It was pretty quick for me, so now I am wondering why it wasn't the same for him, but I chalk it up to exhaustion and alcohol. "It's fine, Edward. We've been drinking, like, all day," I say to reassure him.
We switch spots, and he tilts his head back under the water. When he looks at me again, whatever was bothering him has washed away, and I'm met with a soft smile and a sweet kiss.