52.
"Show me around."
He guides me throughout the house but we walk straight to his bedroom.
I raise a brow. "Bold move."
"Come here," he demands.
"You."
Always a game.
A small, tortured laugh escapes from him. "Fucking…" He moves so we're inches apart. "You drive me fucking crazy," he murmurs. "Since day one."
I revel in his words and all of the meaning that one sentence holds.
Smoothing my hands up his chest, I tilt my chin up to kiss him.
"The feeling is insanely mutual," I admit softly. "Can we finish what we started in the elevator?"
53.
He picks me up, my legs around his waist, and carries me to the bed, laying me down.
He stays standing, removing my heels, tossing them over his shoulder.
"Gentle," I scold.
"Gentle?"
"With the heels."
He smirks and lifts my leg to his mouth, a kiss to my calf. "But not gentle with you?" A soft bite to my skin, teeth piercing through my hosiery. "Scoot down."
I listen for once and get rewarded by Edward dropping to his knees, parting my thighs, lifting my skirt. He groans at the sight of my black lacy stockings that reach mid-thigh.
54.
"Shit, Bella. So fucking sexy."
His mouth immediately covers my center, pressing a kiss to my clit through my panties. I feel his warm tongue through the material and moan.
"Eat my pussy, Edward. Like you said." I'll beg. "Please."
He does as he's told.
Sliding my underwear down my legs, he fucks me with his mouth, sucks my clit, pumps long, deft fingers in and out. I can hear how wet I am.
I come, fisting his hair, bucking against his face, riding it out.
I'm a goner.
When he looks up at me, he's the smuggest bastard alive.