VII

The room smells like a wet towel left waiting for a good quality washing machine. It's unpleasant. But it was just outside of town. It was less likely people would recognise the local principal and doctor sneaking away.

He rips shut the slightly stained curtains by the door as I slip my shoes off.

The rules were an 'as you go' sort of thing when it came to these things. Boundaries have been crossed, but they also haven't been drawn between the two of us yet. We were getting caught up in it all.

"For 100 a night you think a mint on the pillow would be included," Edward loosens his tie looking over at me, "or perhaps the mini bar fridge working."

"It's clean enough, right?" I run my hand over the bed sheets.

They looked clean enough.

"Just don't blue light it," he pulls his tie off and undoes a few buttons.

"Gross," my nose scrunches up.

"I'm sorry that it lacks romance," he ducks his head.

"Don't be," I shake my head, "beats the toilet cubicle or the stupid sorry table."

He laughs loudly, moving to grab me around the waist. Tugging me close to his strong chest.

"It does beat them. But there's something hot about holding you against the back of that door knowing anyone could walk in. But there's something even hotter making you satisfied on top of a stupid sorry table," his hand coasts down my hip, moving to cup my ass, a gentle squeeze.

"It was pretty hot," I smile, "you going to tell me what happened with Tanya?"

"She spotted your text. I told her it's from the meeting we had about Blake's therapist," he shrugs, "She bought it. Along with the sorry shoes I got her. Husbands have a sorry store for gifts."

"You'll need to take me some time," I say.

"It's top secret," he shakes his head, using a finger to comb back my hair behind my ear.

It was midday. He had just finished work and I left claiming to be 'sick'.

"This is pretty," he pinches the fabric of my blouse between his thumb and index finger, "the colour blue on you is stunning."

"Thank you," my voice is low, nervous.

He still makes me nervous. Even though around him I'm in complete comfort.

"How was your morning?" he asks.

"Slow," I shrug, "how about you?"

"I took an appendix out," he smiles, "I started my shift at midnight last night. I'm a little tired."

"Too tired for this?" I ask.

"Not at all," he shakes his head, "I could never be too tired for this."

"I missed you so much last week," I look down at my hands in my lap, "he surprised me with this trip away."

"I understand," he nods, "You couldn't exactly say you have plans to actually have an orgasm."

"Shut up," I laugh smacking his arm.

"I don't know why any man wouldn't fight to make you create that sound you did," he speaks so casually as if the words don't make my thighs clench.

"That good?" I run my hand up his forearm.

"So good," his grin is hungry.

"Maybe I want in on that," I say, "It's unfair that you know how I sound. But I don't know how you sound."

"I can see why you'd find that difficult," his fingertips stroke down my neck, to my collarbone.

Readily, I look up at him through my eyelashes. Trying to keep my cool. I move my hands up his leg, to his belt buckle. He doesn't make a move to stop me as I unfasten it.

"You don't need to," he begins.

"I want to," I wet my lips.

Shakily I pull his zipper down, undo the final button and move his pants off his hips. He's beautiful. Arousal takes hold of me as I pull his full length out from behind his boxers.

My mouth pops open in surprise. I spend a few seconds staring in astonishment. Looking up at him, I meet his gaze. His eyes are ablaze.

"You're beautiful," a crack in my voice.

A lazy smile stretch's crookedly on his face, his hand pushing my hair back.

When I taste him an intoxicating groan of pleasure leaves his mouth. Licking his tip, I appreciate the man before me slowly. Who knows how long this might last.

I savour him.

His stare is sinful as I take as much of him as I can into my mouth. Hot and wet, I begin to bob my head with a careful pace. Wanting nothing more than for this to be perfect. When he hits the back of my throat I choke, still so much left to swallow around.

"Yes, baby," he whispers, "that feels incredible."

Picking up the pace the room fills with sounds of his heavy breathing, my sloppy slurps. My tongue swirls and teeth scrape every now and then.

He thrusts into my warmth as I hollow my cheeks, letting him take a bit of the control.

"Fuck!!" His curses in a low groan.

The moment I dip my tongue into his slit, tasting pre-come, he switches into some sort of animal. Pushing me back onto the bed, frantically ripping his shirt up and over his head. His chest is glorious. Muscles tight on each inch of him. Powerful arms, legs. A rack of abs that sit above his masculine V that leads to his perfect cock.

"I can't let you keep doing that," he says, "I need to be inside you."

There's a squeeze in the pit of my core. I've never needed anything more.

We're reaching the final crossing. The final line. What we were doing was wrong. Sex was the final nail in the coffin.

Get me a hammer.

Clothes are thrown haphazardly around the room. Mouths fuse together as we touch and tickle one another's skin. He worships my breasts with his hit mouth, before his hand slips between my legs. I gasp into his mouth as his fingers push into me, stretching and stroking inside me.

"You're perfect," his voice thick with desire.

My hands splay across his chest, legs widening for him. His head presses against mine as he removes his fingers and instead lines us up.

"I need a condom," he says.

"I'm protected," I shake my head, "and I've got no diseases."

"I'm clean," he nods, "you want me to do this? You want me to fuck you?"

"Absolut- ahh!" My eyes clench closed, back arching up as he pushes into me.

"Fuck," his lips press against mine.

Moaning into his mouth, I try to adjust to his girth. He's bigger than what I have at home. Thicker too. He's better than any manufactured dildo. As he penetrates further and further into me, he grips my hips for leverage.

Grinding against him I give him the signal to give me his worst. And he does. He thrusts and pulls me down onto him, setting a searing pace. Moans come out from my mouth, thick and fast as he humps into me hard and deep. He doesn't take is slow and steady. He fucks me hard, like a beast unleashing on its prey. Below him I'm limp, victim to his addictive assault.

He fills me up and I can't imagine never having his again. He fits into me perfectly. He is perfect for me. Nothing is forced or fake as I try to meet his thrusts.

"Fuck," I grind out through my teeth, "you're so deep."

"You feel so hot, baby. So tight," he kisses my faces

Buried completely inside me he pounds my hips, taking both of our frustrations out. Sending us to new dimensions of pleasure.

"That's it baby," he grunts, "oh fuck!!"

I clamp down on him, trying to hold my orgasm back. I don't want to come yet. I don't want to end this.

"You close?" He asks.

I squeeze my eyes shut, mouth tight and shake my head lying. His husky chuckle coaches me to open my eyes to look up at him. He's stopped inside me.

"I'll force you to come for me," he warns, "I'll make you scream the hotel down if you deny me this."

"No," I shake my head, "I don't want you to stop."

"Isabella," he warns.

My Christian name is so hot on his mouth. It's like a dirty word.

Grinning up at him, feeling cheeky, I clench around him. He groans loudly, sitting back on his knees.

"That won't do," he shakes his head.

I squeal as he pulls out of me, throwing me like I'm weightless, positioning me on my stomach.

"Get on your knees," he smacks my ass playfull, "right now before I keep you here all night and pull consistent orgasms from you."

"That sounds inviting," I get into the position he wants.

Chuckling he snakes a hand around my front, pulling my back into his chest. We kneel on the bed as he sinks into me again. My head falls back into his shoulder, biting my lip, closing my eyes.

He pulls my hips down harder onto him this way, one hand shoved between my legs, to flick my clit with his fingers.

"Oh, Edward," I snake a hand up behind me to hold his neck, needing something to hold on.

"Come for me. Say my name as you come for me. I want my name on your lips," he whispers, "I'm the only one that can do this to you."

The pressure becomes hard to withstand.

"I'm coming with or without you," he kisses my neck.

"Yes," a scream tears from me as I snap, "Edward! Yes!"

Rolling my eyes back into my head, I climax. Drowning in pleasure I feel him come too, with a sharp thrust that pushes me down toward the mattress. He falls with me, crushing me down into the bed. The weight of his sweaty skin is a sensual blanket.

Toes curl and my body jerks. Overcome completely by what he did. Years of neglect seeping out between my legs from his delicate care.

"Holy shit," he whispers, pressing soft kisses to my back.

We lay there for a short while, he eventually moved to lay beside me. Drawing patterns on my back.

I wait for guilt to hit me. That I just fucked a man who isn't my husband.

But it doesn't come.

I cuddle into his side, placing affectionate kisses on his chest.

I wait for him to express guilt.

It doesn't come.

"New Thursday night activity?" He offers.

"Count me in," I look into his eyes and see an emotion I can't place looking back.

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