*very steamy Lemon ahead in this long chapter.*
NINE
So far I loved all of my classes. The teachers were friendly and the students were welcoming. I'd already made a fast friend out of a girl named Angela in my Wednesday marketing class. She invited me for coffee after class, I had a few hours to kill before Edward had said he'd be at my apartment so I said yes. But easily I lost track of time, laughing and chatting with my new friend.
When I arrived at my apartment I could see Alice had already let him in. She wasn't home though. He sat on the couch, relaxed watching TV. He wore a dark blue chino, a button up white shirt and a grey coat. He looked incredible. I smiled innocently.
"I am so sorry," I say, "I met up with a classmate and I lost track of time."
"Don't be," he stands smiling at me, "You need another friend. I must get boring."
"Dreadfully," I tease placing my backpack and textbooks on the kitchen counter, "did you want anything to drink? I hope Alice was a good host."
"Alice? Host? You're so cute when you make jokes," he crosses the room to take my hand, "I'm fine. We have reservations at 7 o'clock so you have an hour to be ready. I came early because Alice had to run me through some things for the club. She wants to change the name from
Cullen to 'Alice's. But all our clubs are Cullen. It's our chain, our brand."
"I like that it's different. Maybe you should consider it. I'll get changed then," I say, "I'll steal Alice's room."
"I can go and come back," he suggests awkwardly.
"And wreck you watching reruns of The Bachelor," I Glance at the TV, "I'll be a few minutes. I swear I'm not one of those girls that takes forever."
"Alice left that on," he yells after me as I race into Alice's room.
We had organised the walk in robe into sections so we could share. The room had a door which connected to the main living room through the bathroom so I didn't have to disturb her if I wanted something. Quickly I rinse off in the shower before ripping through the closet picking out some black jeans and a blouse. I shrug on a cardigan and some combat boots hoping I didn't look too casual. I let my hair flow around my shoulders, happy with the slight curl from having it up all day. I rush out into the lounge room and smile at him. He's exactly where I left him, now watching a football game.
"You changed to the footy. Subtle," I laugh.
"The footy," he mimics me, "you have an issue with saying the whole word down there don't you."
"Wastes time," I shrug grabbing the things I'll need from my backpack, transferring them into my handbag.
"To say football instead of footy?" he asks.
"Yep," I turn to find him right behind me.
God he moves quietly and quickly. He nods amused backing me up until my lower back hits the edge of the kitchen counter. I'm cornered as both his hands grip the edges of it, there's nowhere for me to go. I'm trapped by Edward. What an ideal place to be.
"I wanted to just quickly bring mention to the phone call my brother received while we were away," he says.
"Oh," I gulp silently as his head inches lower, until his lips connect with my neck.
Surely my pulse hammers against his mouth, because my heart is racing.
"Next time you call my brother in your underwear remember you have my number," he whispers against my skin, "Do you understand the shower I had to have."
"Technically I didn't call," my voice is breathy, unable to fully project, "But if I knew that's what you were wanting I would have called back when you were alone."
"And what?" He smiles leaning back so I can get a view of that handsome crooked smile I adored.
"Guess you'll have to use your imagination, Edward," I say.
"Oh Angel, trust me I have," he pulls me closer so our bodies are moulding together, the counter digging into my back.
"We're going to miss our reservation," I whisper as his eyes narrow in on my lips.
"Then you better be quiet so I can kiss you and then we can hurry right along," he says.
The smile that instinctively grows is quickly muffled by his lips. I wrap my arms around his neck trying my best to close what is left of the distance. He appreciates the attempt but lifts me so I'm sitting on the counter, legs wrapped around his waist. His tongue invades my mouth, savouring the taste as he explores. I can't stop the moan as his hands enjoy squeezing my thighs, daring to reach for my ass.
"We have to go," I gasp as his lips leave mine to trail down my neck, "you have a whole date planned."
"I know," he grumbles, "I've just been waiting for this. It's like trying to stop kids opening presents under the tree before Christmas."
"Well I am on Santa's nice list and I don't want anything to jeopardize that," I say.
"God no. You're definitely naughty," he kisses me quickly before helping me off the counter, "let's go before I really flip my patience. Come on, Angel."
In the back of the taxi to the restaurant he holds my hand, gently tracing circles on the back of my hand with his thumb.
"How did the weekend go?" I ask.
"Great," he nods, "the investors want to actually come see what we do here. We'll take them to some of the bars. They can see what we have to offer. But they're speaking about us putting a nightclub similar to Alice's inside one of the casinos on the Strip. Which is why the name idea isn't the best timing."
"That's incredible," I say, "I knew they'd love you guys. I'm sure you guys will come to some agreement."
"How about you? How was your weekend?" he asks.
"My father hasn't changed. Zane managed to find some work with one of his mates. He has a bunch of connections," I say, "oh and Alice bust my ass all weekend."
"She's such a hard boss," he laughs, "did you enjoy it?"
"Yeah. It was fun. Thank you so much again for hooking me up. I honestly can't believe my luck that I had a parachute right behind me when my life began to plummet," I say, "without you I don't think I'd still be here. I think I'd honestly be back home. You gave me purpose to find my own path away from the shadow I've been trying to escape. It's like within seconds you had me out of it."
"Stop," he says, "don't give me the credit you deserve. You made the choice and bounced back from a situation not many could."
Shaking my head I lean up to quickly press a kiss to his lips.
"Thank you," I whisper as I pull away.
A simple squeeze of my hand is all the response I need from him.
I can't define the dinner we shared. Special maybe? Romantic even. It was everything my heart required to leap in my chest. He'd caught a taxi home with me to make sure I got home okay. As the driver arrives in front of my apartment block I grab Edward's hand.
"Alice isn't home tonight. Come up," I say, "she's working and I'm pretty sure she won't come home until late. I have a late shift at the cafe tomorrow morning so I don't need to rush to sleep."
Edward hands the taxi driver some cash as his response scooting out of the taxi after me. When we're inside I throw my coat into the closet and turn to face him. He stares at me leaning against the kitchen bench where we had our make out session just hours ago.
"Want some tea?" I ask.
"Sure," he nods sitting down on one of the stools, "how have your classes been?"
"Great," I nod smiling, "All the tutors are really nice and most of the material looks fairly straightforward."
As I make us tea his eyes never leave me. Following me around the kitchen, interested in the most simple of movements. I place his tea before him and he still doesn't let his eyes move from me.
"Is there something on my face?" I bite my lip nervously.
Having him here like this, this late. I wonder if I'd even managed to match my underwear. Would we take it that far? I feel as though this whole night we'd been balancing on the edge about to tip over it.
"Does beauty count?" he moves off his seat crossing to the lounge room to sit comfortably on the couch.
"You charmer," I laugh following him with my own tea.
I place it on the coffee table before sitting beside him. He places his hand casually on my thigh, returning to study my face again.
"You have a staring problem," I shove him playfully.
"I can't help it," he smirks at me.
His hand inches further up my leg, edging closer and closer to uncharted territory. Edging me closer and closer to throwing caution to the wind. But I knew he was waiting for a sign from me to continue. To push us over that dangerous, tempting edge. Thankfully he was my parachute. Sighing, frustrated by the sexual tension raging through my body I take hold of his hand and tug on him. He raises an eyebrow at my bold move, following as I pull him forward as I lay back on the couch.
He moves to hover over me like I intended, kissing me like I had hoped. His lips guide our passion, his tongue dominating mine. His hands finally unleashed after holding back for so long. He trembles slightly as he lifts the edge of my cardigan, causing goosebumps to spread over the exposed section of skin. Not from the cold - but the anticipation.
Already the reward for my push in this direction is present in his pants, pushing into my thigh. Since the moment on my doorstep our bodies had been dying for this connection.
His mouth leaves mine, letting me gasp for air as his head dips, his lips kissing, nipping and sucking as they travel down my neck. I moan out something incomprehensible, arching slightly into his body. He sits back straddling my body to pull off his shirt before returning to me quickly. The glimpse of his chest is something scientists should study. Each dip, vein and curve. My fingers shakily rake over his pecs, down his abs and I enjoy each inch of his texture. The body of a man who cared about himself, who treated his body like a temple. So he should.
I breathe heavily as he works on my own shirt next. When he removes it, staring down at my bra with a lady bug pattern the same way I am awed by his physique.
"I didn't think," I start, "I would have worn…"
"Do you want to..." he interrupts.
We both look into each other's eyes, breathing heavily, lusty pants escaping us both. I throw back my head and giggle at the insanity of the moment. We were like two horny teenagers who'd never seen another naked person before. He chuckles leaning down to place a sweet kiss on the edge of my bra, on the swell of my breast.
"Lady bugs have never looked so unbelievably hot," he mutters, "good god. I'll never look one the same way."
"I'm pretty sure the knickers match," I say.
"The what?" He looks up at my face grinning.
"Knickers? Undies? Oh, right. Umm. Panties," I point in their direction.
His hands begin their work unbuttoning my jeans, pulling down the zipper.
"Well I best check them out, my lady bug" he teases.
I lift my hips to help him pull my pants down my legs, laughing as he throws them across the room over his shoulder. They hit a lamp, crashing it to the floor. Neither of us give a single shit. His lips crash to mine within seconds of looking at my underwear, lust and need amplified now more skin was available to him. I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him in closer.
His hands slip under my back as I arch up, allowing him to reach beneath me to unclip the hooks. Hungrily kissing him I pull the straps down my arm and throw my bra to the floor. Lady bugs no more. He sits back pulling me with him, so he's sitting upright on the lounge. I straddle his lap as his hands race up and down my bare back, leaving behind little shivers in their wake.
"Baby, you sure?" he asks looking into my eyes.
I nod unable to find words.
"Say it," he says.
"I want you, Edward," I whisper, "please don't make me wait anymore."
"What my lady bug wants, she gets," he nods standing up holding me against him.
I wrap my legs around him as he carefully carries me toward my bed. He nibbles at my neck as he lies us both on the bed, him on top of me. I love the feel of his body covering mine.
"You're so god damn stunning. I want to worship each inch," he whispers, his mouth moving to claim my breast.
"Thanks," I moan, running my fingers through his messy hair.
He smirks against my breast, teeth clamping down gently on my erect nipple. His other hand ensures my other breast is getting the attention it desires from him. While I wriggle beneath him he sucks, licks and sucks some more, switching between my tits. I'm enjoying the attention, but I can't hide my impatience. I pull him back up to my face, my hands under his sharp jaw.
"You're being cruel," I whisper.
"I'm being thorough," he corrects, "I don't want to miss anything."
"What do you mean?"
"When you're given something this perfect in life you have to cherish it, Angel," he tugs at my panties.
He commands me without words to lift my hips so he can push them down my legs. I kick them off the edge of the bed, concentrating so hard on his incredible chest I don't even notice the finger rubbing my wet, desperate clit until it's there.
"Shit," I squirm, gasping out.
"You're the one who wanted me to speed things up," he shrugs leaning forward to place lazy kisses along my jawline.
"I'm just saying… ahh," I moan as he dips a finger inside me, "warning would be… oh fuck."
"Okay, here's your warning. I'm going to make you come with my fingers. My mouth. Then I'm going to see how loud you can get. So loud those Aussies back home hear you," he growls into my ear.
My eyes roll back into my head, as he immediately gets to work before the end of his sexy threat. I buck my hips as his finger is joined by another, pumping into me. Pulling me closer into his web. His trap is exactly where I want to be. His fingers don't falter once as he kisses down my body. They don't stutter as his mouth joins them to bring me pleasure I didn't know existed. My fingers grip the bedsheets below me and his tongue sucks my swollen sex into his mouth. Different strokes send tingles of pleasure through my body. I'm struggling to control the volume of my moans. Part of me doesn't care. I need him to know what he is causing.
"Come. Don't you dare hold back, Angel," he demands.
God his control, his authority. It's so incredibly hot. I buck up against his face, but his free hand moves to hold me back down.
With a scream of his name I throw back my head as my body loses complete control. My legs shake, stomach tightens. I squeeze the dear life out of the covers beneath me. When I come back down to earth from the shattering climax he just delivered me I hear him chuckle.
"You're welcome," he kisses my inner thigh before moving back up my body.
"How are you still wearing pants? Off. Now," I groan out, still quivering.
"As you wish ladybug," he laughs.
He takes a condom out of his pocket. I lay with a hand over my chest trying to steady my breathing as he removes what's left of his clothing. As he rolls the condom down his extremely eager shaft I feel my eyes slightly widen.
Holy. Cow. Men here must be built differently. He's going to break me in half.
"Have you got a staring problem?" He teases.
"Yes," I nod, spreading my legs apart for him, "just hurry up."
"So impatient," his laugh is dark, teasing.
As he lies over my body, he pushes inside me. With little warning it is slightly painful. I dig my nails into his back, squeezing my eyes closed while I adjust.
"You okay?" He whispers.
"Yep," I moan, "you're just a far cry from small."
"You know how to make a man feel special," he kisses my temple, inching slightly forward some more.
"Oh god," I groan, "fucking god."
"Just tell me if you have to stop," he says.
"Don't you dare," I wrap a leg around his waist, causing both of us to moan loudly.
"Fuck. You're so perfect," he grunts, "absolutely perfect."
To let him know to continue I jerk slightly toward him, pulling him deeper inside. I grip his arms as he pushes up to hover above me.
"Go already," I pull him toward me with my leg, inching what's left of him completely inside me.
In response I close my eyes, opening my mouth. What should be a moan is just air, shocked by how amazing he feels. He grunts beginning to thrust. At first he moves deeply, slowly but he is quick to build up pace eventually thrusting so hard the bed squeaks under us. Each single slam into me comes with a power so sexy, my orgasm builds toward tipping point with each one.
"God baby. You're going to be my death. So fucking hot," he growls, "look at you."
Oh the dirty talk. God I want to download him into my playlist so he could whisper dirty things to me while I'm on the train.
"That's it. Take all of my cock," his grunts turn animalistic as he nears his own edge.
But he holds back not ready to finish quite yet. He flips me over onto my stomach like I'm a rag doll, moving me at his will. He spanks my ass as I kneel up for him.
"Your ass in the air for me is a sight of beauty. Picasso couldn't paint this," he kneels behind me, "one day I'll frame it."
I giggle as he spanks me again. To which I playfully wiggle before him.
"Don't do that," he laughs, "I'll punish you."
"That sounds fun," I look back at him, "You did say I was naughty."
"Later. Right now I want to fuck you till you scream. Next time I'll have you begging on your knees, baby," he seals the promise as he pushes his length back into me.
This angle has him reach so much deeper. I throw my head forward into my pillows, my ass in the air for him to enjoy. He grips my hips as he thrusts, lurching me forward toward the headboard as he does. Our moans a chorus with the sound of our skin smacking together. Just as he wants I scream into the pillows as I convulse, tightening around him as I cum hard.
He doesn't slow down for me. If anything he takes it as an invitation to speed up. Like my own ecstasy inspires him to reach for his own.
"I'm going to cum, Angel. Fuck…gah. Fuck," he moans out.
I try to reply but the words fail me.
With a final firm thrust he quivers above me before falling onto the bed beside me. He pants loudly, sweat glistening from his forehead. I turn onto my side to face him grinning like a fool.
"That," I start.
"Was hot," he finishes smiling.
It doesn't take much convincing to make him fuck me again. And again. It doesn't take much convincing for him to hold me, trace patterns on my back. It takes absolutely no convincing for me to fall asleep beside him.
We don't even realise we'd fallen asleep until Alice crashed into the room crying the next morning, waking us both in a panic.
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