-THREE-
They make it to her flat despite the dark, the rain, and the distraction that is the other's lips. They stopped no less than four times, too caught up in each other to press on. Their path to Bella's flat is marked with kisses and breathless laughter.
Bella doesn't let herself overthink it. She knows that if she does, there is a very real chance she'll chicken out.
So instead, she unlocks the front door with fumbling fingers and then turns, yanking him inside. The moment the door closes, they begin to shed exterior layers, letting them fall to the floor in a wet heap. He wraps her in his arms, bringing her body closer to his, and she lets her fingers sink into his unmanageable hair. It's long and silky, and she tugs lightly, encouraging the exploration of his hands that is happening below.
They move clumsily, slowly, down the hall. Her bedroom isn't far, but it takes them a very long time to reach it. He presses her body into a wall, using that leverage to kiss down her throat, toward the teasing top of her dress. She feels her legs fall open, one leg desperately reaching up to hook over his hip. His fingers wrap around her knee, holding her up as his other hand grazes over her body. She is on fire, dizzy with her desire.
Her fingers fumble with the hem of his shirt, skating along the edges of the fabric, unintentionally teasing as she struggles to lift it in her daze.
He pulls back from her a moment, pulling in deep breaths, and her hands lift to his face. She takes a minute to trace the stubble on his jaw. Her fingers trail down his throat, to the edge of his shirt. She fiddles with the collar, tracing along the edge of it, before her eyes move up to meet his. He licks his full lips, his eyes burning through her, and she takes a breath.
He shifts, opening his stance, and carefully Bella's hands move down to the bottom hem again.
He lets her lift it, and her fingers tingle as they graze over still unseen flesh. She tugs upward, her eyes locked on his, and when the shirt blocks their view, Bella's eyes drop down to his chest and abdomen.
Her mouth goes dry.
He's not overly muscled or anything. He's lean, clearly fit but still a little lanky. Her hands splay out over his side where a large tattoo is inked on his pale skin.
He lets out a small breath when she touches him, and her eyes lift to his again. He leans down, kissing her hard, and her arms leave his torso, going around his neck as he hoists her up against the wall. Her legs wrap around his waist automatically, and her sheer tights are too thin to block out the heat of him.
Her legs squeeze a little tighter.
"Bedroom?" he asks, his voice a rasp in the dark.
"Down the hall," she whispers, her own voice breathy.
To her surprise, he pulls away from the wall, Bella still fully in his arms. She grips him tighter, this time out of surprise and only a slight bit of fear.
"You're carrying me," she squeaks.
He grunts a laugh as they pass into her bedroom. He sets her on the edge of her bed and she gazes up at him. "No one has done that before." In the dark of her room, she thinks he's something like a superhero.
"I was lucky it wasn't far." He chuckles. "Or I definitely would have dropped you."
They both laugh, and Bella pulls on his shoulders, urging him down onto the bed with her. He settles over her body until they are both sprawled out over her bed. He is hovering still, and Bella wants to find a way to bring him even lower.
She needs contact.
"Let's be rid of this." Edward grunts, tugging the hem of her dress up. She sits forward, letting him pull it up and off of her. She's left in her thin tights and her best black bra. She hadn't planned for this to happen, of course, but she's glad she'd decided to dress up under her holiday outfit.
Edward takes a minute, his eyes raking over her, and she finds that for once, she's not self-conscious. She likes the hungry look in his eyes, likes the way his lips part a little as he takes her in.
"You're fucking beautiful."
It makes her breath catch, and she blinks in surprise.
She wants him to see more. She wants to feel him against her bare flesh.
She sits up slightly, reaching under herself to unhook her bra. It comes loose, and his eyes flicker between her face and her chest. She swallows any nerves that are still lingering in her and lets the bra fall away from her body, sliding down her arms. She tosses it to the ground and watches as he takes her in. His throat bobs when he swallows, and he lets out a long breath.
"Christ," he moans, his hands sliding up her hips and rubbing against her ribs. One thumb brushes just under her right breast, and she gasps, the feeling coursing through her electric.
He brushes her breast again, going higher, and her body arches into his touch. Her nipples are hardening, and he watches them, mesmerized.
"I must taste you," he whispers, his head dipping toward her.
His tongue is soft, and the stubble on his jaw is rough, and the competing textures against her sensitive skin drives her wild. She gasps again, her fingers reaching up to thread through his hair, holding him to her. His other hand snakes up her body, working her other breast in a perfect mirror to his mouth.
The pleasure is almost unbearable, and her leg climbs around his hips again, her stocking-covered thigh slipping off him too easily. She wants contact and traction, but instead her leg slips down his, her heel gently running down the back and inside of his own legs, and she feels him jerk under her foot.
He releases her slowly, lapping at her skin before turning his focus to her other breast. Her fingers tug at his hair, wanting, needing more.
Her legs are running up and down his, her hips throbbing under him, and finally, he can't take it anymore. He releases her, sitting up to reach for the button on his jeans. She takes the opportunity to pull her tights down, too impatient to wait for him to do it. She yanks the thin material off, hesitating only a second before pulling off her underwear as well. When she's fully undressed, she looks up at him to see he is as well.
Her room is too dark. She wants to see him clearly, but before she can reach for a light, she feels him lean over before the soft crinkle of a foil packet meets her ears.
"Are you sure," he asks, his voice ragged. She takes a deep breath.
"Yes."
She wants him like she's never wanted anyone before. He nods, and she hears the tear of the condom wrapper and wishes she could see him roll it on. She wants more time to explore his body, but she's also impatient.
There will be time later.
Right now, she needs to feel him.
They don't aim for anything fancy. Bella leans back on her bed and Edward hovers over her, his eyes finding hers in the dark.
He leans down to kiss her, and the hunger in his kiss makes her mewl.
In the next second, he's sliding into her.
It is such a full, complete feeling that Bella gasps, her body fluttering around him as he sinks deeper.
They are still a moment, acclimatizing to the feel of each other's body, before he begins to move.
He fits her like no one has ever fit her before.
She didn't even know sex could feel like this.
Just like walking, it takes them a minute to find their stride, but when they do, they fall into perfect synchronicity.
This was supposed to be casual, she reminds herself. But right now, the way they are coming together, it feels anything but.
She doesn't want to overthink things. All she wants is to feel.
She pushes away her thoughts and focuses on the man above her, driving into her and hitting her in ways she's never felt before. She's never come from sex like this, but she can feel it building now, an orgasm deeper and more powerful than any she's ever had.
She's almost there, almost ready to fall.
Edward leans down, kissing her hard as his hips thrust into her, and she feels his hands working her body, tweaking and plucking her like a master musician. Her hips falter as he finds just the right chord, and with a second stroke, she's falling, crying out his name and clinging to him to keep her grounded. The pleasure is blinding, pulsing, overwhelming as she shatters under him.
She dimly hears him calling her own name as he comes apart above her, and for a moment that feels like its own eternity, they are lost to absolute pleasure.
One thought rings clearly in her mind and one thought alone: This night is ours.