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Chapter Seven
"You promise it won't hurt?" I ask, sitting cross-legged on my bed, kind of freaking out big time. "I'm a little afraid I'm going to pass out. If I pass out that means no tat, if there's no tat then there's no really good stuff…"
Edward's sitting on a chair, pushed up to the edge of the bed, gloves on and his hat on backwards - like wow. He shakes his head. "Don't pass out on me, Bells. Just take a breath. It'll hurt a little. You got this." His thumb rubs across my wrist, nearly making me orgasm.
He turns the gun on, making me flinch. "Okay, wait!" I say, trying to pull my hand away. "Just wait a second."
He shuts the gun off and sets it to the side. Grabbing both my wrists, he pulls me until I'm at the edge of the bed, all in his space, a space where I don't mind being. "If you don't want it…"
"No, I want it," I interrupt, shaking my hands, but he doesn't let go. I don't mind. He can hold onto me all he wants. "Maybe you should tie me to the bed."
He laughs really loud. "At any other time, sure, Bells, but not for this."
His glove covered thumbs rub at my wrists, slowly, sexually, until he's moving them up my arms, a wicked soft touch - well as soft as gloves can be - that's enough to make my clit throb and my panties soak. I should have changed out of my clothes.
I tell Edward this, but he shakes his head. "I like it. You look good. That tat will look great. Classy and dainty just like you."
"Wow," I breathe. "You say that to all the girls?"
I hope to God he says no.
"You're the only classy girl I know, so no," he says with a grin.
"I'm a little vulgar, don't you think? A little too honest? I tend to say what's on my mind. That doesn't really say classy. My clothes, sure, but..."
He nods. "Sexy." He shrugs, head bent to look at my wrist. "Whatever it is, I like it," he murmurs, and I want to throw myself at him. Honestly, I'd be okay with just kissing him. A taste of those pouty lips, and I'd die happy.
Based on Jess' last text messages, she just wants me to fuck him already, and trust me, I want to, but he's more than just a big dick with amazing jewelry sticking through it. Yeah, it makes my mouth water to think about, and yeah, I want to feel that bar rubbing all up in my insides, and okay, I want to rub my tongue all over it, but he's just so funny and sweet and amazingly sexy.
I don't want to use him.
"Okay, I'm ready," I say, and when he lifts his head, giving me that adorable smile, I know I'd let him give me hundreds of tattoos.
Holy crap.
He keeps me at the edge, fitting himself closer between my legs and picks up the gun. When it turns on, I hide my flinch because I've got this, but then I shudder when he presses those pouty lips to my pulse point. I swear he's the king of seduction.
The first stab of the needle sends a shock through my system, but I focus on his backwards cap, the hairs escaping the sides. Reaching up with my free hand, I pull it from his head, smiling when he pauses and tilts his head back to look at me. "It's hot. Seriously hot, so I don't even know why I took it off. But really, your hair is nice, too."
He chuckles and gets back to work.
Eventually, my hands make their way into his hair, running my fingers through it, having such a good time, I don't even notice he's done or that he's turned the gun off. Well, until he starts rubbing some ointment on it.
"Not too bad, huh, Bells?" He asks my wrist, his fingers continuing to rub.
"I didn't even feel it."
"Want another one?" He asks, grinning.
"Maybe later," I say, letting his hair go and lifting my hand to get a closer look. It's just like the fake one, beautiful but permanent.
"What now?" He asks, yanking his gloves off and tossing them into the trash, sitting back in the chair, his hair a sexy, scrumptious mess.
I tap my finger on my chin, pretending I need to even think about what's next. I know what's next. He knows what's next. His smile is slow and knowing. "I really want you to take your pants off, but a kiss would be good, too."
"Where Bells?"
Gosh, I wasn't expecting that. Now, I'm starting to sweat. Just imagining him kissing me in all places that are bad has me nearly shaking off the bed.
Scooching further to the edge, I smile. "You pick."
His hands slide up my thighs, one on bare skin with the giant slit in the material, and I don't even care if he rips it off me. I'll buy a new one. Probably two new ones. He'd be doing me a favor. I need a reason to go shopping, anyway.
"You're so soft," he says, watching his hands slide further up my leg, his smile small but so totally drool worthy. "Are you soft all over?" His eyes meet mine, and we both smile at the same time. He gets me, and I want him to slobber all over me if I'm being honest. I want those pouty lips touching me everywhere.
"Well, my lips are very soft. I use this lip sleeping mask on them." I pucker them and then smack them together. "Velvety soft. I even blush them. Kiss them, see for yourself," I say, shrugging, smiling through full body trembles.
When he kisses me, the world just may end. But what a way to go.
The hand not touching my bare skin - thank God - lifts to wrap around the back of my neck, and he pulls me in closer. "Careful with the tat," he murmurs, his breath whispering across my parted lips right before he kisses me.
And oh my God.
Those pouty lips steal my breath. He kisses me slow, and my toes curl inside my heels. When his tongue slips inside my mouth, I shiver from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet.
His hand leaves my thigh and gently holds my arm up and out as he pulls me from the bed and onto his lap, his lips never leaving mine.
All the build up, the talk of happyapa's and dick shows, they did not prepare me for this moment.
I don't ever want it to end.
Alas, he pulls his mouth from mine, and I die an agonizing, slow death. That's what it feels like. Like he just ripped my soul from my body.
"Why did you stop? I don't want you to stop." I say, licking my lips, wanting to demand he keep going and never stop. "Edward, keep kissing me."
He chuckles, far too attractively and stands from the chair, laying me out on the bed and crawling over me, one of his hands lifting my half shirt further up my body until my pretty lace bra is revealed. "I like lace," he says - that smile - bending to kiss the part of my boob spilling out of the top. His tongue comes out to play, and I let the wrist with my new tattoo flop onto the bed while the other one digs into his hair. "So fucking pretty, Bells." He slides that tongue down my cleavage and up toward the other boob, driving me insane.
Jess is all about the dick, but this, what Edward's doing to me right now, is almost enough to send me spiraling into the most epic orgasm known to woman.
His big hand reaches up and pulls the lace cup down, his pouty lips wrapping around my puckered nipple and sucking so good.
So.
Good.
"Edward," I gasp, lifting my hips, pulling his hair, trying to get as close to him as I can. I slide my hand down the back of his head, bunching his shirt, trying to pull it up, wanting it off, but I can't get it. "Take it off. Oh my God, take it off."
His lips slowly - sadly - leave my nipple and good Lord they're super swollen and so sexy I can barely stand the sight.
He presses a hard kiss to my lips before kneeling above me like the God he is. He smoothly pulls his shirt over his head, messing his hair up even more, and it's so good.
So.
Good.
"Better, Bells?" He asks, smiling down at me with those swollen, delectable, delicious lips.
Smiling, I nod and push myself up, gripping onto the waist of his jeans with one hand, the tattooed one just hanging there like a limp noodle. I kiss his stomach, my fingers resting just inside the waistband, dying to slide in there and grip him in my hand.
"You're so sexy," I say, staring up at him as he looks down at me. "I can hardly handle how sexy you are."
Both of his hands lift and slide into my hair, tilting my head forward, putting a little pressure, and I smile - I can't stop smiling - before kissing his stomach again. Soft kisses that trail down until my lips are kissing that sweet trail of hair that leads to the beautiful dick I know is hiding in there.
I don't want to use him, but I totally want him. Every single inch.
Bringing my other arm up, I get his jeans unbuttoned and the zipper down, panting like a desperate nympho. "I've never been so…" I lift my head and stare up at him again. "...so desperate before. I want you so bad."
"How bad?" He asks, bunching my hair in a fist, gently pulling. It's like he's pulling at my clit - that's how good it feels. I want to beg him to rip my skirt off and put those pretty lips down below. "Tell me how bad, Bells."
"More than my entire wardrobe, and I love clothes," I stupidly say, licking my lips, thinking about my other lips and how bad I want him to suck on them. "Bad enough that if I don't see it or touch it like right now, I just might die."
He smirks and lowers himself until he's sitting on his heels. When did he take his shoes off? And why do I still have mine on? My skirt is riding up, and it's a bit tight, so it's not going to stretch much more than this. It will probably rip. I don't even care.
Pressing one of his hands into mine, he guides my hand into his briefs, helping me wrap my hand around him. "Wow," I breathe, smiling in wonder, and he chuckles, sliding his hand out and pushing his jeans and briefs down. My eyes immediately drop to see it, hand sliding up until I can feel the piercing, my fingers gently rubbing against it. "Gosh, that's so hot."
Edward jerks a bit, his hands going to my feet, slipping my heels off and tossing them to the floor then he's pulling me up, so I'm kneeling in front of him, my hand still slowly moving up and down his dick. "Faster, Bells," he rasps, head descending, lips capturing mine in another hot, wet kiss.
His lips are a distraction. I can't kiss him and stroke him at the same time. It's too much but I don't want to give either of them up - not ever. My hand slows and my mouth moves against his, but then his hand is wrapped around mine again, and we're both stroking him which is so hot, I can't decide if I want to keep kissing him or pull away and watch.
His empty hand finds my waist, sliding up until he's yanking gently at the front of my bra, until my boob's in his hand, his fingers pulling at my nipple.
I gasp, and his lips slow, move across my cheek, up my jaw until he's at my ear. "Bells, I wanna take your clothes off."
"I'll help you," I say, releasing his dick and pulling my shirt over my head. I look desperate. I feel desperate. I am desperate.
I catch the smile on his face before I reach back and pull the zipper of my skirt down. "This thing is tight," I say, trying to peel it over my hips, and Edward reaches around me, sliding his hands beneath the material, pushing it down, those hands sliding along my ass and squeezing before pushing, pushing, pushing the dang thing down my thighs and off my legs. "So much better."
He nods, eyes scanning my body while mine take in the thick hardness hanging from his jeans, and my mouth waters for a taste. "Edward," I say, gasping when one of his fingers runs along the edge of my lace underwear - right close to where I want him the most. "I really want to suck on it. Please, can I?"
"Yeah, Bells, suck on it."
"God, say it again," I breathe, pushing myself up on my elbows. "Tell me to suck your dick." I've lost my mind. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore.
The smile that lifts his lips is a promise of dirty things. So many dirty things, and I like it. I like it a lot. "Suck it, Bells. Put it in your pretty mouth."
"Ohmigod," I whisper, sitting up further, my hands lifting and yanking at his jeans, but they won't go any further, so I just leave them and grip the base of his silky smoothness and open my mouth to suck that pierced tip inside.
His hands grip my hair hard when I rub my tongue all over that bar and pull gently with my teeth.
Finally.
Finally.
Oh my God, finally.
I'm so turned on, my ears are ringing which doesn't make sense at all, but who cares.
"Bells…"
I love it when he says my name like that.
"Bells," he says again, but this time it sounds like he's laughing, so I glance up with my mouth full of his dick, and he is laughing. "Someone's…"
The knock on my door nearly makes me bite his dick in half and the widening of his eyes tells me he may have felt a little nip.
"Sorry," I mumble around his sizable girth. He chuckles and pulls out, leaving me feeling all bereft without him. "I'm going to murder whoever that is."
"Want some help?" He asks, slipping from the bed and pulling me with him. When I nod, he smiles and kisses me, short and quick, far from long enough, and I whine a little. "You want more?"
The knock comes louder this time and my mom's voice is like nails on a chalkboard. "She is going to rue the day she popped me out."
He laughs, and I love it.
Renee Swan is a pain in my ass.
Forgetting I'm half naked, and in lace, I pull the door open.
My mom gasps and then her narrowed eyes look over my head, and I turn to see Edward slipping his shirt over his head.
Good Lord, he hasn't even buttoned his pants.
Nice.