Some references to sexy times! Enjoy xx
NINE
Monday evening
The next time he touches her, she is wetter than the first time. He finds that he can't control himself around her, not the way he has done with other girls. Her body is smooth, like a doll, and her skin is so soft. He wishes that he could live inside of her.
Every time he sees her now, passing by each other in the hallway, exchanging stolen glances across the common room, he has a burning desire to touch her, to feel the way she envelops him, welcomes him home.
She has him, completely. Hook, line, and sinker.
He asks her to keep her knee-length socks on this time, and she happily obliges. He thinks that she notices how hard it makes him. Everything about her is an enchanting playground.
After they are done, she excuses herself to go to the bathroom, and he wraps the condom in tissue paper. He doesn't want Esme getting a surprise the next time she empties his bin.
Even though they just had incredible sex, they spend the next hour kissing, touching, exploring one another but never deep enough. Even when their bare forms are flush against one another, he always wishes he could get closer to her.
Her breath tastes alkaline, like toothpaste. Her hair smells like apples. Her nipples are ripe and puckered in his mouth. She is soft and he is hard.
They become one again.
Tuesday morning
The next morning, as he walks through the sixth form entrance, he can still feel the ghost of her lips on his own. He is so caught up in his fantasies of her body that he almost doesn't notice the commotion. The crowd.
Edward wishes that he had stayed in his car.
From what he can see, Jess is stood on one of the tables in the common room, reading from a book, loud, for everyone to hear. Isabella is stood below her, in the embrace of Emmett's sizable arms. He knows it isn't out of friendliness.
"I can't explain how in love with him I am, Diary. He makes me feel whole, like a complete human being for the first time."
Oh shit.
"The way he touches me. The way he feels inside of me. I want to bottle up the feeling so I can experience it over and over again. He is everything I have ever dreamed of."
Edward walks over and snatches the book from Jess's hands. The whole room groans.
"Jess, what the fuck?"
"Eddie, we were just having some fun! Miss Swan here appears to have written a little story for us all, and I was just giving everyone a sneak peek."
"I was loving it, Ed," Emmett teases and Isabella wriggles in his arms. "Go on, read a passage."
Edward feels sick, caught in the middle, on the spot. He wants to punch Emmett in the nose and push Jess off of the table, pull Isabella into his arms and tell her everything is going to be okay.
He doesn't. He's not that brave yet.
"Act your age, Jess." He spits, keeping the book close to his chest. "You look like a fucking idiot."
He walks away from the crowd, towards his locker, and sharply throws the book inside.
Last update for the next couple of days! I am moving (yes, during a pandemic ahhh) and I doubt I'll be able to make any updates!
Aiming to post an update on Wednesday! See you then :)