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This is a sexual chapter, so prepare yourselves
Chapter Four.
My heart -in true high school fashion, seemed to skip a beat when I saw him on my screen. Now I knew what my nana used to talk about when she graced us with the story of how she met my grandfather. She told me that her heart seemed to beat out of her chest and she grew hot all over. -yes nana used to be a sex-crazed kitten all those years ago as well.
He looked better than he did on his photos as well, if that was even possible.
His hair looked like he'd just lost a battle with it, dishevelled and made just to knot my fingers into it. But when I heard his voice, I'm sure my vagina was on fire.
"Hey Isabella," he said. My name on his tongue was the most erotic thing I'd ever heard. I suddenly felt very self-conscious.
"Hello stranger," I meekly responded and bit my lip, getting a crooked smile from him in return.
"Congrats on the promotion, want to tell me what your field of expertise is?" He asked. It seemed as if he was genuinely interested.
"Oh, well I guess I'm going to be an editor when I grow up," I joked.
"Cheers to that, Enchantress." I felt myself blushing as he put the bottle of beer to his lips and took a sip. I needed more wine, I thought.
"You were on my mind all day, I just couldn't help myself." He admitted and I couldn't bear to look him in the eyes.
When I did have the guts to do that, I noticed his green eyes could probably make me do anything he pleased. I could get lost in them, in him entirely.
He's a stranger, Isabella! Don't be this way, you lovestruck puddle of goo.
I told him about my day and he told me about his nerve-wrecking, bitchy client that wanted all sorts of weird things on her website and couldn't make her mind up. Edward had already made her three different designs which she kindly threw in the virtual trash.
"I have to tell you a secret though," he started and lifted a finger to his gorgeous full mouth. The alarm bells should've been blaring inside my head, but I even if he told me he was a woman last year I wouldn't even care.
"Yes?" My voice was more silent than I wanted it to be.
You need more wine, woman! The sex-kitten exclaimed and I took a sip to take my edge off.
"This isn't my natural hair colour," a wonderfully manly laugh came through my laptop's speakers.
"What? No way, it suits you so well," escaped my mouth.
"Well sweetheart, the curtain does not match the drapes though." He chuckled and I got to thinking about the region of his drapes, making me regret my promise to myself to keep this light and casual.
Don't mess it up now, Isabella!
"Enlighten me then," I purred and cringed at the way that just came out of my mouth.
"I'm actually sort of a weird crossover between a brown and red hair," he put his hands up as if to defend himself and went on: "I lost a bet to my brother, luckily this should wash out."
I laughed.
"Oh, poor thing. Well, at least I know you have a brother." I smiled. We honestly didn't know that much about each other. His natural hair colour must look just as good, if not better. Reddish hair and green eyes, he's probably one of the best looking ginger men on this planet, then.
"Do you have any siblings?" He asked me, cocking his head to the side.
"I guess I have a sister. A step-sister, that is." I told him.
"From the way you're saying that, I don't think you get along very well?" He sipped his beer again. I was just mesmerized by his lips. They looked so soft, he surely was a great kisser.
"We're not very close. My parents split up when I was very little, my dad ran off and mom married Phil and had another baby. She's actually getting married in a couple of months."
He nodded.
"My family's pretty tight-knit. My parents are still together as well. They live out in Chicago."
Good family, handsome, decent job, gaming for fun and excellent manners. He's a total catch.
"Chicago? Wow, must be nice," I fiddled with the hem of my sweater, not really knowing what to do with my hands.
"It is, someday I'd like to go back. But for now LA suits me just fine,"
My eyes widened.
Wait what? This creature lived in the same city as I did?"
"Hold on, Los Angeles? For real?" I asked him, smiling.
He seemed as surprised as me.
"Yeah, I live near Rosedale Cemetery, you don't mean you live here as well do you?" His smile reached his eyes, making my stomach flutter again.
"Huntington Park," I looked at his reaction.
"You're telling me you live less than half an hour away from me? Isabella, you're killing me I want to see you so bad," He trailed off and took off his glasses to rub his face.
Fuck casual
"See me? I'd like to do a lot more than just see you, Warrior," I was baffled by the way this fellow got me feeling so confident.
"I was trying to be a gentleman here, Isabella." He chuckled.
"Do gentlemen sext with total strangers they met on a game?" I asked him, crossing my arms and making sure he could see my cleavage.
"I'm sure they don't but something about you makes me lose total control," his friendly, expression turned intense like his eyes would burn through my screen any minute.
My glass of wine called out to me and seeing as lunch was hours ago I already started to get a little tingly.
"Just looking at you makes me wet, you know." I almost whispered, getting a groan from him in return.
"Your picture from this morning has been all I could think off today. Web design and hard-ons don't go together very well,"
"I'm sorry," I sighed. "What can I do to make you feel better?" I played with my hair.
"A kiss wouldn't hurt," he slyly said.
Maybe I should just ditch Rose and Alice and get in my car. Drive over to him and get this frustration over and done with. I needed to get him out of my system, and that probably required a lot of skin-to-skin.
"I wish I was there to kiss you and feel your body against mine," I started.
"Last night, were you playing with me or were you touching yourself?" He looked straight into my eyes. I liked where this was going.
"I wish I was playing with you." My hands seemed to have a mind off their own as they slid across the button of my jeans, heat radiating from my very core.
"Baby, you're killing me," he said and shifted on his chair. "I want to watch you, I need to," he sighed.
Thank god for inner sex-kittens. I started unbuttoning my pants and got up, maneuvered my laptop around so he could see and slid them slowly off my legs, revealing the lace bottom half of my body suit.
I heard him make the most erotic noise when my butt was on display. I caressed my body, took off my sweater as well and let him see me.
"You look so beautiful right now, that lingerie is so fucking sexy," I smiled at his remark but knew he couldn't see my face as the camera only captured as much.
His eyes roamed my body, and I felt desire taking over my rational thinking.
"I see you like ink as well, even better," he said as he mentioned the artwork on my leg that I just had finished two months ago. A red and black dragon swirled around my leg surrounded by cherry flowers. I was so proud of it, and the fact that he said 'as well' made me long to see him bare even more.
"I've shown you mine, show me yours," I seductively instructed him as I went to get comfortable on the bed again.
Not saying a word, he moved away with the camera and I couldn't see anything but his black T-shirt until he put his laptop somewhere in what looked like his bedroom.
I could see him standing there as if he stood right in front of me, veined forearms with beautiful tattoos all over them and a big watch on his right wrist. He stepped straight out of fantasies. His fingers reached for the cotton tee he was wearing and pulled the fabric over his head.
His body was lean, strong, yet not overly muscled. I could feel my nipples responding to the wonderfully handsome man that was getting undressed in another part of town.
For me
"Like what you see, Enchantress?" He said a little cocky. I guess my expression said it all.
"You seem to like what you see as well," My gaze found the bulge in his sweatpants, backing me up.
"Fuck yeah," he exclaimed and I could feel myself getting even more aroused by his resolute statement.
I needed to see him, I craved seeing him. No man has even been able to get me so worked up without being at least in the same room as me. I couldn't tell what it was about Edward that drove me nuts, but I knew it was dangerous for my head to get so fogged up. It made me say stuff like take it off.
Wait, did I say that out loud?
He grinned at me and played with the drawstring of his burgundy sweatpants, touching himself through it.
"That's all because of you, by the way. You should be a good girl and come over to help me get rid of it," he breathed.
Oh baby, I'm no good girl tonight.
Before I knew it, he lay naked on his bed. All of him on display as I almost ripped the buttons from the clasp of my body suit so I was free of all the fabric.
"Show me how you like it, Edward." I instructed him.
His hands flew over his body, and I imagined his hands were mine, teasing my nipples and sliding down over my belly until I brushed my clit with my fingers. I knew I wouldn't last long as he got me high with words earlier.
I watched him, his hand gripping the base of his very impressive length. He was so hard it ached to touch him. A moan escaped his mouth, making me wonder if I could make him enjoy my stroking him as much as his own.
"I wish you would wrap your hand around my cock, baby. To touch me until I want nothing more then to be inside of you," he groaned.
I made him watch as I slid a finger inside my pussy, letting him see much more than I had on that picture yesterday. A sound of pleasure escaped my mouth as I inserted another finger and curled them inside, hitting that sweet spot and rubbing my clit with the other hand.
"You're making me jealous of your own hands," he panted.
Seeing him handling his manhood with vigour made me understand where he was coming from.
The sensational fire inside me was building, and I didn't bother keeping my voice down.
"I'm not going to last very long, baby. You look so fucking hot right now, I'd like nothing more than to sink my cock into your slick pussy,"
Our breaths tangled and grew erratic and heavy.
"Come for me, Isabella. Make me see what I'm missing," he said as if he knew my orgasm was about to shatter me.
I came hard, convulsed around my fingers as I moaned for his touch. When I looked up, getting down from my high, he looked me dead in the eye and let himself fall off the edge as well. An animalistic growl erupted from his body as his seed hit his abdomen.
It was a sight for sore eyes.
My eyes fluttered to the clock on the screen of my laptop. I was totally going to be late at Rose's but I couldn't give any less of damn than I did right now.
"Wow," I breathed.
"I wasn't expecting to do that, to be honest. But I told you, I can't keep my mind off you. And I bet you just made it even harder, showing me your body like that."
A blush flooded a face and chest, a remnant of my Edward-induced orgasm. I covered myself up with my crinkled bedsheet as he cleaned himself up and put on some boxers.
You're staring at a man swiping cum off his belly. Get a grip you dirty lady.
"You sure get a girl's motor running." Did I actually giggle just now?
In the real world, we'd be laying side by side, enjoying what had just happened. But reality downed on me, that Rose was waiting for me and Edward probably had something better to do than talk to a screen on Friday night.
"I'm keeping you from your plans," he stated. He'd probably seen the swift frown on my face.
"As am I, I'm sorry. I had a really nice time talking to you," I admitted, an eyebrow wiggle into saying that.
His laugh boomed through my speakers.
"Thanks for the date, can I take you out someplace real next time?" He asked me and I looked down.
"I'll think about it."
SOOOO How did we like that? Looks like they both like getting down and dirty with each other!
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