Good Morning, Little Ones!
It's finally here!
Thank you to Mel, Jill, and Dani!
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Edward stares at me a moment, his eyes devouring my naked body as I hold a hand out to him. Normally, I'm self-conscious when people stare at my body too long, but the longer Edward's eyes roam me—taking in the sweep of my breasts, the flare of my belly, the soaked center between my thighs—the hungrier I am for him.
I want him to watch me, always.
Edward's eyes finally lift to mine, and I know there is no going back for either of us.
"Oh, Little One." He groans, standing slowly. My body shivers, the peaks of my breasts puckering and betraying just how much I love it when he calls me that. His eyes drop down my body, and I know he's taking it all in, learning, savoring.
"Once I begin, I won't stop," he warns, his eyes lifting to mine. One last attempt to let me go.
I climb from the tub, my feet landing on the fluffy bath mat. I smile at him as I step into his body. He doesn't retreat, and I'm crowding him, invading his space and senses.
"Is that a promise?"
Edward's head dips toward mine, and he breathes me in deeply, like sampling the bouquet before indulging in wine.
"You once told me," I whisper, my fingers coming up and hovering just above his body, not quite touching, but close enough to exchange heat and magic. "That your true name means wicked pleasure." My eyes flicker up to his. "And there was no end to the depravities you wished to unleash upon me." I step into him again, and my breasts press against his covered chest. "With me." I reach for his hand, taking his fingers into my own. My eyes flicker up to his as I move his hands between my thighs. "Within me," I whisper, pressing his fingers against my scorching center. Edward lets out a feral sound, and then he's shoving me back into the wall, his body hoisting me up so that he can capture my mouth with his, even as my legs are parted. His long, strong fingers trace through my wetness, teasing, and my body undulates in desperation. His teeth latch to my bottom lip, nipping and sucking and driving me wild as he stokes a fire in me that I've kept at bay for far too long.
"You wicked creature." He groans, his teeth stinging bites into my lip. He releases it, swiping across it with his tongue, invading me so thoroughly I'm no longer sure where I end and he begins. His fingers twist, plunging into me, mirroring his tongue's actions in my mouth, and I shudder under him, my hands scraping up his broad arms, pulling and tugging at him to get a better grip.
"What devious spells have you cast upon me, Little Witch?" He groans, sucking my tongue and leaving it with a small nip. "I must taste you."
My head falls back against the wall, and I nod, breathless. He nips at my jaw, all the way down my body. He bites my nipples again, and I cry out, clenching around his fingers that are still buried inside of me. "Oh, Little One." He groans against my breasts. "You like that little sting of pain, don't you?" He nips at me again, and my hips buck against him. I feel him smile against my chest. "We have so much to explore. Together, we will find the place where pleasure and pain become one, blinding sensation." He bites the skin just below my breasts, his teeth scraping lightly, and I cry out, my hands gliding up to his hair to tug. He slides to his knees, his tongue dipping into my belly button as his fingers curl in me, and I'm shaking, near ready to shatter.
He bites lightly across my belly, nipping and sucking, scraping then soothing. My hips grind against his hand, and I'm nearly there, nearly on the edge when he settles between my legs.
"Oh, Little One." He moans, burying his nose right there between my legs. My head hits the wall as I throw it back. "You are positively overflowing."
His eyes travel up my body, meeting mine, and his smile makes my belly clench. "Don't worry, not a drop of you will go to waste."
He keeps his eyes locked with mine as he removes his fingers from me. I'm about to protest when his tongue comes out, giving me a long lick.
"Oh, fuck!" I scream, my knees nearly buckling.
Edward grins, his hands curling around my hips. He takes one of my legs, his eyes dropping to my center. He throws my leg over his shoulder, opening myself up to him.
"Oh, what a feast." He groans. My breathing is short and shallow as he buries his face between my legs. His wicked tongue is everywhere, licking along my seam, plunging deep into me, wrapping around me. It is merciless, and in a matter of seconds, I'm screaming as pleasure unlike that which I've ever known comes racing through me. Edward's hands grip my hips, and he moves my standing leg, throwing it over his shoulder as well so that my torso is against the wall and the rest is under his complete control.
He dives into me again, relentless, his teeth scraping the most sensitive parts of me until I'm incoherent, tugging at his hair and thrusting against his face as if my body has been possessed. Edward takes it all, pulling pleasure after pleasure from me, until my whole body is shaking, right on the verge of collapse.
I am a raw nerve, exposed and twitching in his hands. Edward places a hot kiss to the insides of my thighs, making my body jerk in response, and then he carefully stands, sliding my legs over his shoulders and down his body, securing them around his hips. He pulls me from the wall and I cling to him, too weak to stand or even speak. He carries me out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom, laying me out on the soft duvet.
"Are you all right, Little One?" he asks, a smirk on his beautiful face. I reach up to him, taking his face in my palms as I bring him down to kiss me. I can taste myself on his lips, and the foreignness of it sends a dark thrill through me. I want more.
His face is shiny, dripping with me, and I pull away from his mouth, licking myself off him. The combination of our flavors is decadent and sinful.
Edward groans as I lap at him, his hips thrusting against mine, making my breath hitch.
My hands travel down to his back, clawing at his shirt. He releases me enough to pull it over his head, settling back over me. The moment our naked flesh touches, we both shudder.
"I want to taste you," I tell him, my tongue sliding across his chin and jaw.
He groans.
"Yes, Little One."
He flips us over on the bed, and I settle above him, my hips caging his, our centers pressed together so exactly, my breath hitches again. His eyes, dark with his hunger, meet mine and he grins, bucking up against me. I cry out, sitting up, my hands clutching the muscles of his abdomen. "I can feel you quivering for me." He growls, bucking again. My legs clamp around his as delicious thrills race through my body. "I bet you are aching for me." He sits up a little, his hand reaching down to the place I'm soaking through his trousers with my arousal. "Oh, Little One." He purrs, his hands brushing my sensitive body and making me shudder. "I'm going to bury myself in you so deep, nothing will ever be able to remove the feeling of me inside you." His hips and fingers grind against me again, and my body flutters, pulsing with need.
"Goddess." I moan, and Edward's chuckle is dark.
"No goddess can save you now, Little One. You're mine." His fingers pinch the most sensitive parts of me as his hips buck up again, and I scream, shattering over him once more. He leans over me, his tongue trailing from my breasts up my neck as I shudder and shake over him. My heart is frantic, but still I want more.
When I can breathe again, my fingers slide into his hair, fisting it and yanking his head back. He grins up at me. "Let me taste you." I growl.
Edward's eyes flicker with amusement. "As you wish, Little One."
He leans back and I bend over him, starting at his mouth. He lets me explore him, opening his mouth to me as I take a turn biting and sucking him. If the smell of him is potent, it is nothing to the taste of him. I'm drunk on the wine of him, savoring every note and flavor.
My lips and teeth scrape over his jaw, down his throat, suckling and teasing him until he's gasping under me. I'm drunk on the power I'm able to hold over him, and I grin, nipping at the spot where his throat meets his shoulder. His hips buck up to me, desperate, and he moans.
The wounds on his chest somehow have healed, leaving behind a few pink scars. I don't take much time now to think about his quick healing as I let my tongue trace the hollow of his throat before trailing down. I trace every muscle I can find, letting my teeth and nails dig into his flesh every once in a while when the flavor of him becomes too much. He swears every time.
I slide down his body, worshiping every inch of him, biting the enticing V of his hips that dips below his trousers. I pause over them, my eyes flickering up his body. He's watching me with hooded eyes, waiting. His tongue slips out, licking his lips, and I groan, reaching down to bite just above the tie to his trousers. His hips thrust toward me and I grin, leaving an open-mouthed kiss over the bite as I work on slipping the tie free.
My eyes flicker up to meet his again, and I smile as I tug his trousers down over his hips.
He's not wearing anything beneath them, and my eyes travel down to take him in as he bobs free of his clothing. I slip his pants off his long legs then settle between them, taking him in. He's absolutely beautiful, as long and strong as the rest of his sculpted body. My mouth is salivating the more I stare at him, drinking him in. Finally, my eyes flicker up to his again. He's watching me with a sharp focus, his breathing shallow as he waits.
I smile at him, settling between his thighs as I take him into my hands. He twitches in my palms, and I lick my lips. "And I wondered if you have a cock," I whisper as I lick the length of him.
He barks out a strained laugh. "You nearly undid me with that question, Little One."
I smile, flattening my tongue to taste him again. He groans, his hips jutting toward my mouth. He's right—he's bigger than anyone I've been with before. He will hit places in me never before touched nor discovered.
My thighs clamp together at just the thought.
I take him into my mouth, savoring the more potent flavor of him here. He is hot and thick and heavy in between my lips, and I moan against him, making him shudder and swear. I dip one hand between my own thighs, gathering myself on my fingers before bringing my hand up to fist the base of him. Edward's breathing turns harsh, his eyes suddenly ravenous as he realizes what I'm doing. I release him from my mouth, my tongue sliding up and down him again, letting my teeth scrape lightly over the path as my hands move lower, cupping and squeezing him lightly.
"Fuck, Little One." He snarls, reaching for me. I'm hauled up his body and flipped onto my back so fast, it takes the wind from me. "I need to be buried inside of you."
My legs fall open wide, and he dips between them, sliding himself through my soaking heat. We both shudder.
"I want to take from you until you have no more to give," Edward warns, his hips undulating and sliding through me again. He bumps that sensitive spot on me and I gasp.
"Yes," I cry, my hands fisting in his hair. "Fuck, yes, please."
I'm begging and I don't care. Edward reaches down, pulling my legs up, hooking them over his shoulders so I'm bent in half. I'm so exposed like this, my body utterly open to him. His eyes meet mine and he gives me that wicked smirk before he thrusts into me, sinking in so deep, I feel it in my soul.
We are both still as we adjust to each other's body. My heart is pounding, screaming out for more of everything.
"Oh, Little One." He growls, his head dipping down to my shoulder and suckling my skin. "A creature could be lost to this pleasure."
My body clenches around him and he hisses. It's enough to urge him to move, pulling out of me almost completely before he slams back in. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he manages to drive home surge after surge of unrestrained pleasure. His pace picks up, and he becomes unrelenting, slamming in and out of me with a force that should hurt but really only drives me harder. I want more, more, more.
I meet his body, thrust for thrust, demanding as much as I'm giving. He is wild, utterly unrestrained as he slams into me, and it only carves my hunger deeper. I want him to lose himself in me. I want to watch him come apart.
His eyes meet mine, and I gasp. His eyes are fathomless, reflecting the eternity that's burning between us, and suddenly, I'm lost to it. He pounds into me, delivering us both toward a paradise all our own. With a pinch of his fingers, and a stinging bite against my overly sensitive skin, we tip over the edge, falling as our cries rewrite the stars.