Chapter 4- Bella- Dibs
"I'm calling dibs, On your lips, On your kiss, On your time, Boy I'm calling dibs, On your hand, On your heart, All mine." Dibs- Kelsea Ballerini
"Come on, Slugger," He calls me a nickname my dad gave me after I punched a kid because he said my baby sister looked like a hairless mole rat. "Let's go dance this food off." Edward pats his non existing stomach and stretches a little.
Mine is soft, and probably a few inches larger than most men would find sexy. I want to assume Edward is not worried about it, but very rarely do men prove me wrong so I'm cautious about dancing. His hands on me, feeling the extra padding I have on my hips and stomach. I'm not sure I'm ready for that.
"Oh no, I know that face, that's the 'how do I get out of this shit' face. No way, bring your sexy ass on and let's bump and grind, woman." He grabs my hand and pulls me out of the booth and toward the dance floor.
Some of the tables have been moved to make more room for dancing, seems to be a good idea since the floor is crowded already. We make our way to the back corner to a high top table and sit our drinks down. As soon as my drink rests on the table, Edward pulls me into his arms and closer to the dance floor. Strip that Down is playing. I do a little internal squee, don't judge me, One Direction were my Bae's, except for Zayn since he dipped. I'm ready, we've danced to this song in my fitness dance class so I got a few moves.
He allows me to set the pace, his hands on my hips and he moves with me. Not too close but close enough that I feel him with me. I flip my hair off to one side, probably not the best idea to get sweaty with Edward that close to me. He leans in and I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure he just smelled me. "Damn, girl, you smell fantastic." I feel his breath on my hot skin, it immediately raises goosebumps.
"It's my body wash, it's Peony and Macadamia nut oil." I can't lie, I push slightly closer to him and make sure the hips swivel is a little bit bigger than last time. Edward rests his forehead on my shoulder and we keep dancing.
The song switches to Talk Dirty by Jason Derulo and 2 Chainz. Esme and I freaking love 2 Chainz more than white girls should. Usually when we're together we both scream 2 Chainz as loud as possible and take a tequila shot. Since Esme left me on my own, I'm going to initiate Edward.
"Tequila shots!" I twist my head to whisper into his ear. He just nods, and lets me go. And I instantly want to take back the decision and go back to dancing with him. His hands feel like they were made for my hips, I want to feel them where they belong, on me.
We make our way to the bar, I step in close and Edward fits his body up against mine, sandwiching me in. We wait our turn, and when the bartender makes eye contact with Edward, he orders four Tequila shots.
"I hope you're thirsty, because I sure am." His nose makes a slow trek up the side of my neck as he whispers to me. I can only nod. Body Like A Back Road comes on while we're waiting on our shots. I hear Edward mouthing the words while his hands roam over my waist and hips. Every single inch he touches fuels the fire in me. I'm thinking of doing things to this man there is no way I'd ever think of doing under normal conditions, is it just the situation or is it Edward? I have no way of knowing.
When our shots arrive, Edward takes my hair and moves it off my neck again. He licks my neck and sprinkles a dash of salt along the wet spot. So I turn and do the same to him, he bends his knees to accommodate our height difference. He takes a lime and puts it between his lips, and places one in my mouth.
My heart stops, a few nose rubs and hands on hips is far different than what we are about to do.
Our eyes lock as he reaches for a shot for each of us, he presses my shot into my hand and takes his. His slight nod precedes the quick lick to the salty spot on my neck, and then he drops his head back to take his shot. I use the chance to lick the salt off of him and dump my drink into my mouth. As soon as my head returns to a normal position, Edward's hand grabs the side of my face and smashes our mouths together. I feel the limes releasing their juices as our mouths almost kiss. I feel a few brushes of his upper lip, no actual contact because of the limes, but it's the most erotic thing I have had the pleasure to be a part of.
When he pulls away, my chest is heaving with the panting breathes that are doing their best to keep me alive. I drop the lime from my mouth and pull Edward back to my mouth. This time our lips do touch, he's slightly salty and tangy from the Tequila. His tongue immediately invades and mixes with mine. One hand drops to my waist to hold me close and the other slides around to the back of my neck. But his hands are so large that his thumb reaches around to caress my lower jaw. It's a picture perfect scene from a Nicholas Sparks movie. So much so that I can't help but whimper.
Edward's lips tear away from mine. "Jesus, woman, what in the hell am I going to do with you?" He asks to the air around us. I dip my head and place my forehead on his chest. It's nice to know that he's having just as hard a time as I am. A smile crosses my lips and I realize he's just as effected by me as I am by him.
I look up and kiss his chin. "Another shot?" He kisses my nose and nods.
This time we lick our own hands, I don't ask why. I'm pretty sure I know why, it's probably not safe to repeat our first shot. As soon as all the Tequila is gone and our limes are dealt with, Edward drags me back out to the dance floor.
The couples have dwindled down to just a handful, almost as sparse as the lighting is now. And the music has taken on a much more sensual feel. I don't know if that's because of the drinks in my system or if it's an actual adjustment by the DJ, but either way I like the change.
Long arms wrap me up and hold me close. Our bodies barely moving in time to the new song. Adam Levine is singing about two bodies connecting. The sensual beat of the drums is reverberating in my clit and I'm almost willing to beg Edward to take me back to his room, right the fuck now.
When we danced together before, I led our bodies. This time it's clear that he's in charge. I'm just along for the ride with him. Our hips circle in time with the slide of his hands, the whisper soft touch of his beard across the sensitive skin of my neck. It feels as if everyone else on Earth has faded away and it's him and I alone. No one else. No one else matters.
The warm salty air is heady as it swirls around us, the moisture droplets it carries cool my body. It's almost as if my brainwaves are mimicking the visual beat of the music. When the bass drum hits I feel my thoughts scatter. I should feel scared to be with a man I don't even really know, but my body has never felt more at home than I do with Edward.
"I'm fucked, for sure." He whispers, as the song morphs. I feel the heat between us amp up. I'm almost afraid to look up at him. The new song is pure sex, he's describing in detail what he wants to do to her, and how he wants to do it exactly. I can close my eyes and picture the scenarios he's laying out in 4/4 time, only my perfect partner is none other than the man holding me, driving me higher, pushing me past the edge of worrying about the consequences of it all.
I can't take anymore, I whimper as I pull away slightly, and pull Edward's face down to mine. Our lips tangle, tongues push across each other as we fight for dominance. I want to give up the control and trust him, but my body is too far gone. It's demanding the release that we've been building to all night long.
Mouths, tongue, and teeth twist and turn. Our hands are wandering beyond borders that are safe in public environment, but neither of us stop.
"Wait, Bella, shit. Wait, we can't." My heart sinks.
"What?" Terror fills my body, is this where I hear the 'it's not you, it's me speech'?
"No, pretty girl, it's just, we're both pretty drunk and I would never forgive myself if our first time happens when we're in this condition. We have time, I'm not saying never, I'm just saying not right now. Okay?" I try to comprehend but the electric static in my body is arcing off of Edward's body still. I feel charged up but yet so confused. "Com'ere. Let me hold you, then I'll walk you back to your room, okay?" He pulls me to him as he's speaking. I love his sexy southern accent. And since he smells like spice with a mix of fresh cut grass and sunshine all at the same time, I allow him to pull me into his chest. We shuffle back and forth until the song is over.
Without words we move from the dance floor and I lead him back to my cabana. Our fingers are twined together like it's ninth grade and we're on our first date. I'm almost giddy with the sensations. It's been a long time since I've felt this, life was too busy happening around me to allow me a chance to simply live the life of a teenager.
"This is me." I turn to face him, hoping for more than a few words to end my night.
His hands reach up and pull me close again, they wrap around the back of my neck. I feel his thumbs caressing my jaw again. I feel so small in his hands, I feel safe, cherished.
"Can I see you tomorrow? I meant what I said about this not being the end." He tilts my face up and I meet his eyes. Warm, melted chocolate look back at me.
"Sure." Internally I give a obnoxious squee.
"You wanna sleep in or do you wanna meet me for breakfast?" His eyes search mine, I want to see hopefulness there. I feel like I do, but I'm too afraid that I'm making more of it than what's really there.
"Sleep in and have a late breakfast?" I ask. My nose barely brushes his nose as I speak. I want to lean in for more, to end the night with skin on skin.
"Perfect, ring my room when you're up and I'll come get you. I'm in cabana 20." I just nod. He leans in and kisses my forehead, pressing and holding his lips to my skin. "Sweet dreams, Bella. I'll see you tomorrow morning." He places one more kiss on my forehead and walks backwards away from me. He waves a hand at me to get inside, I wave as I open the door and slip inside.
Songs- Dibs- Kelsea Ballerini
Strip That Down- Liam Payne
Talk Dirty- Jason Derulo feat. 2 Chainz
Body Like A Back Road- Sam Hunt
Lips On You- Maroon 5
It's getting hot in herre, so hot in herre! Right?!