Hello, you gorgeous people!
I can't begin to explain how sorry I am for missing last week's update! I was away on vacation, with extremely limited access to internet, hence why I went MIA.
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Now... we've got a seriously steamy, seriously NSFW chapter ahead, so... you know, proceed with caution :).
*Bella's Point of View*
The room might as well have been on fire, it would have burned me just the same.
I wanted to keep my cool, but it was impossible. Even now, with every inch of my skin uncovered, I felt like I needed to take more garments off. I tried to remind myself that I had no reasons to feel so agitated, because this was Edward, after all. Edward, my best friend in the whole world. Edward, the friend who had seen my highest highs and my lowest lows and didn't run away. Edward, the man who, unbeknownst to him, had been starring in my wildest, guiltiest fantasies since he first stared me down with those forest green eyes of his at that party I almost didn't go to.
Edward, the man who was about to fuck me and film the whole thing.
One last look in the mirror confirmed to me that I looked decent, which was enough for now. With my hair no longer in a bun, it looked as if I had a special type of bird nest on my head, but if I looked further down, I could see that at least my breasts were a bit fuller, thanks to my incoming period, so there was a bit of balance there.
I ran one hopeless hand through my locks one more time, knowing I could not linger in the bathroom for longer than I already had. I told Edward I was only going to the bathroom to get rid of my clothes, in an attempt to erase the more intimate aspects of what we were about to do, but I had conveniently omitted the fact that I had locked myself in here to also get my own arousal under control.
Because honestly, I couldn't remember if I ever got this wet. It wasn't the thrill of getting revenge on Jacob, the man that had been disappointing me for the better part of last year, that was exciting me beyond control, but rather the way Edward's eyes sparked when I made my proposal to him. Or how his hands had been unable to hide the mighty erection in his pants as I kept talking to him. However, I didn't want to seem too desperate either — even though, considering how my sex life had been practically non-existent for the past month or so, I totally was — so I spent five minutes in the shower just trying to wash away the thick liquids streaming down my thighs. The water did its job, but it did nothing to soothe the pulsating yearning tearing through my pussy.
That yearning was there to stay.
By the time I was drying myself with a towel, I could feel the inside of my thighs getting slippery again, so I gave up and got out, heading to the living room, where I knew he was waiting for me.
The sight of Edward laying on my old couch, wearing nothing but his boxers as he played with my camera, caused me to lose my breath for a few moments. Ten minutes ago, when I disappeared into the bathroom, he was still fully clothed, but now his jeans and T-shirt were on the floor. All of a sudden I found myself unable to do anything other than staring. Every line of his body was a fine work of art. Some of those lines I was familiar with — such as the strong contour of his arms — but others were completely new. The rugged planes of his chest were a delight in their own right, but I could not focus on them for long, because I was quickly distracted by the muscle pattern on his abdomen. The pattern ended right where a happy trail of unruly hair began, only to be interrupted by the band of his boxers.
My heart started beating faster once I realized he was still very much hard as rock. And not only that, but without his pants on, the contour of his cock seemed much more daunting in size. Deliciously so.
"Welcome back," he offered warmly, making me feel less awkward about spending so much time in the bathroom. At their own volition, my eyes found his face, quickly realizing he too was studying me from head to toe. The awareness of my own nakedness came back in full force, but oddly enough, I didn't feel like hiding. "Hmmm, you know, I have to be honest with you. Even with the risk of sounding crass… you look fucking incredible without your clothes on, Bella."
I could feel the temperature in my cheeks rising. "Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself."
He smiled, and his pine-coloured eyes met mine at long last. He placed the camera on the small table in front of the couch, and moved from his lying position, inviting me to take a seat beside him. I wasn't sure when or how, but it felt like the dynamic between us changed slightly. Earlier in the kitchen, I could swear he was more nervous than I was. But at some point between my disappearing act and my return, he seemed to have regained his usual confidence.
My knees felt like jelly when I sat down. I was close enough to feel the heat of his body, but it wasn't enough. I wanted more.
"I'm not sure where to start," I admitted, my voice weak with emotion.
"We don't have to start right away."
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is I'm not a caveman. I'd like this to be pleasurable, not just a chore. We can explore each other a little bit, to see what works, before we start anything else. We do want to seem believable, right?"
Hot tingles made their way down my back as I listened to him, already imagining a dozen sinful scenarios, all involving his hands on me.
"Right," I confirmed. "And… we should probably set up some ground rules."
"Anything you want."
"No kissing," I said, half-wondering why the idea made my heart sink as soon as I let it out.
"That's a given. We're not together."
"Glad we're on the same page. Also, it's probably for the best to not utter each other's names while we're filming, in case… you know…"
He nodded solemnly. "Agreed, we don't want to leave any breadcrumbs behind. Anything else?"
"Well, I kind of mentioned it already, but… we really don't have to go all the way to the finishing point." My own body disagreed with me, tensing up tightly at the idea of not finding complete relief in the next few minutes, but I ignored it. This was about revenge, not my twisted fantasies. "If we can get a few minutes of us on camera, it'd probably be enough to get the message across. Besides, I still want to be friends after all of this, I don't… I don't want to ruin it by going all the way."
"Aren't we about to go all the way anyway?" He almost seemed amused. Either that, or he thought I was going insane — which wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibilities.
"Well, yes, but with a purpose. What I meant was… all the way to the end. That's probably a line we shouldn't cross."
I didn't know how to interpret his new smile. Did he agree, or was he merely playing along? I didn't get to find out. "As you wish," was all he said. "Anything else?"
"Anything else… is fair game."
We observed each other in silence a little longer, almost as if to check if we really wanted to go through with this craziness. His mien appeared certain, which stirred my enthusiasm even more, but I couldn't find it in me to initiate anything. I felt paralyzed, knowing that we were about to go over an uncrossable line, and it wasn't until his arms opened in what looked like an invitation that I realized I could still move.
"Now, why don't you come over here?"
Still trying to rein in my excitement, I crawled over on the sofa, hesitating for the shortest second before climbing into his lap and getting closer to him than I had ever been. The first thing I noticed was his warmth; his temperature almost rivaled mine as the insides of my thighs touched the outsides of his. And God, his smell… it was out-of-this-world amazing. I couldn't tell what it was, but it reminded me of the lilac-infused honey I used to have every summer, as a kid, whenever I visited my grandparents.
But nothing — not his temperature, nor his fragrance — compared to how unfairly ravishing he looked. I had always been aware of this, starting from the moment I met him, when his bewildering eyes and his alluring lips got me so captivated it scared me. And while his beauty had always been obvious to me, I never got the chance to bask in it like I was doing now. Guilt and ethics had always been powerful motivators to keep my lustful thoughts under the surface, without once acting on them. But now that I knew how much Jacob cared about loyalty — his, mine — I couldn't care less.
With my heart racing wildly, I draped my arms around Edward's shoulders, trying to focus less on how damn handsome he was from up close and more on the task at hand.
"How are you feeling?" he checked, his own arms finding their way around me in a comforting embrace.
"Safe," I responded, because it was true. Despite the unhinged nature of what we were doing, I had no fears. "You?"
"Quite turned on, actually."
I almost fainted then and there. It was one thing to see the physical proof of his desire, but another to hear him confirm what he felt out loud. I felt myself getting wetter still.
"I am too," I admitted.
"I want to touch you."
All I could do was nod, a little too lost in front of this side of him to be able to speak coherently. This side of him knew precisely what it wanted to take and I wanted to see how far he was willing to go. His hands moved away from my waist, leaving fire trails behind as they climbed up my ribcage. Slowly, all too slowly, he went higher, and higher, lingering when his palm met my erratic pulse, and stopped once he was happy with his destination — my breasts.
If I died now, I would have died a happy woman.
I whimpered ever so slightly when his grasp got tighter, suppressing the need to moan. His eyes were stuck on what he was doing, and I could see the way his tongue grazed his bottom lip as his fingers closed in on my nipples, as if he wanted to have a taste. Instinctively, I pushed my chest forward, closer to the proximity of his mouth, hoping he would get the hint.
But Edward was in no rush. He softly traced the contour of my nipples, teasing me with drawn-out circle patterns that kept them stiff and aching with need. The echo of his movements reverberated everywhere inside me, culminating between my legs, where my pussy trembled impatiently, clenching in on itself at the thought of being filled by the hefty cock Edward was still hiding in his boxers.
The thought, paired with the way he switched from caressing to pinching my nipples, caused me to let out an unrestricted moan.
His eyes flew up automatically, curious and hungry, and I pushed myself forward again, desperate for more. It didn't take him long to understand. He kept on the relentless pinching and rolling motion, but this time, his efforts were joined by his mouth. Soon enough, his right hand abandoned my breast completely, getting back to my waist, allowing his lips and tongue to do the work. He licked and sucked, licked and sucked, stopping only to alternate with prolonged bites.
My own hands couldn't stay put. I went up and down the length of his arms several times, then over the sculpted perfection of his chest, before finally settling in his tousled hair.
"You're enjoying this," Edward managed to say right as his lips traveled to meet my other nipple.
"You bet I am."
"Good." And with that, his free hand left my waist and landed on my ass, grabbing my right buttock and pulling me forward, until my bare cunt aligned with his ungiving erection. "I am too."
He ground his hips back and forth, as if to prove his words, his length parting my slick folds in half and pressing directly against my clitoris. The pleasure was so sudden, so intense, I had to bite my lip hard to prevent the string of moans that was threatening to evade from my chest.
Somehow, Edward noticed my restraint. "No, don't do that," he whispered, his mouth going in circles around my breasts. "Don't hold back now. Let it out."
I felt the unrelenting push of his hips hitting my clit once again, and there was no stopping my ecstatic sounds anymore. In my fervour, my fingers left his hair alone, and quickly found the elastic band of his boxers. I pulled down harshly, not really caring about being more careful, and he helped me accomplish my mission. We had to part, so that he could get rid of his underwear altogether. He seemed more than ready to get back to caressing my breasts, but I signaled him to wait, because something else got my attention.
Something much more commanding.
Without anything to cover it, his cock was absolutely intimidating. Thick, long, and riddled with veins, with a dense web of hair covering the base, it was most definitely not what I was used to. Even with my limited experience, I knew that what I was seeing was far from the norm. The strangest mix of elation and fear made its way inside me, as I began to consider a new thought.
How the fuck will we ever fit together without me ripping in half as a consequence?
"Is everything all right?" Edward probed.
"I… am… not sure it is."
"We can stop, if it's—"
"No. No, it's not that… it's…" Carefully, I reached to touch the thick, round tip of his erection, only partly aware of the way his body quivered when met with my touch. I was equal parts fascinated and frightened by how something so massive could feel like velvet to the touch. "Your size might be a little too much for me."
I grabbed the head of his cock with a little more courage, trying to get accustomed to it. It felt hot and silky to the touch, in contrast to how menacing it looked. And as if it had no self-preservation instinct whatsoever, my cunt responded to the sight by gushing more.
"Bella…" His voice was strained as my hand made its way down the impressive length, all the way to the base. "I'll get you good and ready, I promise. Come here." He grabbed my wrists, and quickly moved us on the couch, until he was resting on top of me, between my parted legs. "I said I wanted this to be pleasurable, and I meant it."
Now that we were face to face, I could see the fierce resolution in his eyes. He wanted to make this work, maybe more than I realized.
"We'll start slowly," he cooed, so close to me I could taste the sweetness on his breath. I started resenting the no-kissing rule.
His eyes remained locked on mine, while one of his hands started traveling down my body. He took his time with my breasts once again, before daring to descend even lower. I no longer had the ability to breathe regularly by the time he reached my hip bone. I was a needy mess, ready to beg if he didn't continue.
Luckily, I didn't have to.
Moving gently, as if we were stuck in the haze of a dream, his fingers met my yearning flesh. Edward paused when he heard my delighted sigh, but he kept going once he noticed I was nodding in approval. His fingertips stirred my juices, spreading them around wherever he liked, without a particular goal.
"Fuck… I didn't know you'd be so damn wet," he murmured.
Alarm bells started ringing in my head — a reminiscence from the time spent alone in the bathroom earlier. Maybe I was scaring him, after all. "Is it… too much?"
"Are you kidding me? It's all I want."
With him still watching me, I felt the movement between my legs getting more precise, until Edward's fingers closed in on my clit, kneading rapid, deliberate circles around it. With my self-control out the window, I cried out, and moved my hands back to his hair, pulling roughly.
"Do you like it?" he breathed.
"Yes, yes, keep going like that!"
And instead of changing his rhythm, like I feared he might once I confirmed how much I was enjoying what he was doing, he kept at it, his pace unyielding in the face of my desperation. All I could do was cling to him, tighter and tighter, sensing a dangerous feeling building up inside me. The feeling was familiar, yet the speed and intensity with which it grew were most definitely not. Not even a full minute had passed since he started playing with my pussy, I couldn't possibly be so close to the finish line already… right?
The idea of allowing myself to unravel at his mercy was as intriguing as it was terrifying.
With the last ounce of clarity I had, I made an effort to push my hips back into the couch, getting away from the fast-approaching undoing he was creating inside me. He stopped, and I noticed I wasn't the only one panting as if I had run a marathon.
"Too close," I managed to say.
His palm pressed against my still-burning cunt, almost as if it was trying to get it to calm down. Needless to say, it didn't work. My previously-shattered orgasm reared its head, ready to rearrange itself and explode. I moaned under his ministrations, not quite sure how to handle the edge he had me on. It would be so easy for him to push me into the abyss, if I only let him.
Searching for something to keep me grounded, I stretched my arm between us, grabbing his cock once more. The girth took me aback yet again, while also making every cell in my body beat with sweet anticipation, forming a beautiful dichotomy. I rubbed up and down, daring to imagine how it would feel once he would finally make his way inside me. Whatever level of pain awaited, it would probably get drowned into the divine feeling of fullness.
Almost as if he could read my mind, Edward groaned and moved my hand away. "Not yet."
His sensual rubbing descended, parting my pussy lips with his thumb and forefinger, spreading me to his liking.
"I want to be inside you." His words — almost a purr — were laced with such primal need, I fell into a pit of speechlessness. Maybe it was the fact that, not that long ago, I had been seconds away from coming, but I felt as if another barrier between us had fallen. It became obvious that Edward was no longer just playing to see where he could take me. He was actively enjoying this too. "So, so much…"
He didn't need more than hearing me moan my approval to proceed. All too slowly, aided by my copious liquid arousal, he slid one finger inside me, taking his sweet time as he went deeper, until there was no more room to go and his knuckle rested between my dripping lips. Without warning, he added a second finger, squeezing its way inside.
"Goddamn, Bella… your cunt is so fucking tight." His fingers curled upwards, and I almost died from the combined pleasure of what he was doing and what he was saying. I pulled on his hair once more, and we both cried out loudly as I did, not losing eye contact. "So tight and greedy, it's dripping all over my fingers."
I had never seen this side of him, nor heard him speak so shamelessly, but I had to admit… it suited him. Passingly, I wondered how in the world Tanya had ever been willing to look for another man when she already had the full package at her door.
My wandering thoughts shattered when I felt a third fingertip pressing at my entrance. My hips instantly raised up, encouragingly.
"Can you handle more?" he muttered.
"I need more."
Spurred on, his finger pushed beyond the initial resistance, joining the other two deep inside my weeping pussy. I couldn't suppress my vocal delight, it was getting too much. Especially when he started moving his hand back and forth, establishing an agonizing rhythm. He fucked me slowly, more than delivering on his promise of getting me good and ready. His fingers stretched my inner walls perfectly, working their magic in a way I had not even thought possible.
"Play with your clit," he ordered softly.
I didn't have to think twice; in the mist of my own desire, I would have done anything he asked. I reached out between my legs with one hand, finding my aching bundle of nerves easily. It was coated in juices that made it slippery, which only made my job easier. I pressed against the hood, daring to pull it back and touch my throbbing centre of pleasure.
With Edward's fingers still dancing back and forth in my cunt, the feeling made me lose myself completely. I started rubbing my clitoris in circles, closing my eyes and cursing when his fingers curled inside me again, hitting that earth-shattering spot I loved so much. My instincts took over as I hurried the rhythm of my strokes, seeking one thing and one thing only.
Relief.
Accompanied by the sound of Edward's ragged breaths, I couldn't remember why in the world I shouldn't let go. I trusted this man, and I had been dreaming of the possibility of him having his way with me for longer than I cared to admit to anyone else but me. We had already crossed most lines at this point, an orgasm wouldn't have been the worst thing in the world.
My eyelids swung open, and my reason returned in full measure once I saw his forest eyes again. I couldn't picture a world in which seeing them was not a given constant in my life. As long as we weren't bringing each other over the edge, we could still say that we had only done this to accomplish a revenge mission and nothing more. Orgasms were such delicate, intimate things, after all; if I willed myself to be consumed by one in front of him, there was no going back.
Maybe I was fooling myself, but I couldn't take additional risks.
"Edward, wait!"
He stopped moving, panic shooting across his face, but his fingers remained inside me. "Am I hurting you?"
My mind fought to find a reasonable explanation. Could he not see how far he had brought me? Could he not feel it in the way my inner walls clasped around his fingers, not wanting to let them go?
"No, you're incredible," I assured him, using my elbows to lift up slightly and looking for a way to not make an absolute fool of myself. "Let's… let's start filming, all right?"
It took him several seconds to gain control over his breath. And several more to finally retreat his fingers from my pussy, brushing against my clit as he passed over my mound, leaving wet trails on my bare skin. He pulled away, and now I had a much better view of his cock. It looked painfully hard.
The longer I stared, the more it felt as if my skin was ready to explode and reveal the raw, desperate, unconditional state of my desire for him.
"Fine," Edward said. "I'll handle it."
He reached for the camera and used his still-wet fingers to turn it on. Seeing he was momentarily distracted, my hand wandered off, almost on autopilot, to stroke my clit. I kept a light pressure, remaining on the very edge. I didn't realize I had closed my eyes until I heard Edward's voice again, throaty and more sensual than ever.
"I have an idea."
I opened my eyes, but didn't really stop what I was doing. I couldn't.
"What idea?"
"Keep playing with your pussy and follow my lead."
I kept at it, barely keeping myself together as I watched him move, noticing the appealing way his arm muscles tensed up when he lowered the camera, angling the curious lens right between my legs. I was completely exposed, and for a moment I forgot who I was putting up a show for. It felt as if the world was reduced to me and Edward, as he observed me closely.
I was reminded of what we were actually doing when the red light of the camera started flickering back and forth, signaling it was on.
That was it. No going back now.
"You just can't get enough, can you?" Edward asked, and something about his tone made me understand that this was part of his act. He used his free hand to probe around my entrance, and my heart almost exploded. "Look at this." There was no hesitation when he sank two fingers into my waiting pussy, thick juices flooding out, disclosing precisely how turned on I was. "You made a mess with this wet cunt of yours. I might just have to lick it all off once I'm done fucking you."
Holy. Fuck.
I could not believe what I was hearing. Deep inside, I knew he did not mean it like that, if only because we didn't want to show our faces. But the mere possibility… it was so easy to picture it, to picture his head between my legs, his mouth placing wet kisses all over my pussy, his tongue lashing over my clit…
"I'd still want more," I said, entering his game.
"If you could take more." I wasn't ready for two more fingers to make their way inside me, but Edward seemed to be on a wavelength of his own. I cried out, almost getting out his name in the process, as my body got used to the new sensation. The feeling was sublime, once again bringing me too close to perdition.
I stopped rubbing my clitoris altogether, to give myself a much-needed break. And as much as I loved being stretched so tightly around his fingers, it still felt like it wasn't enough.
"I can't stand it anymore," I whispered, not one trace of acting needed to convey just how hungry I was for him. "Fuck me, please!"
The corners of his lips danced their way into a devious smile. "Beg and I'll think about it."
There was no masking the shock on my face, nor my desire. He was playing me like an instrument, every word and every action making me fear the inevitable snapping. I didn't know how much of it was the result of him knowing what was at stake, and how much of it was the real him.
But right now, I didn't care. I was more than ready to beg if that was what he wanted.
"Please, fuck me already!" My voice trembled with every word, as Edward kept his restless pumping inside me. "You've teased me enough."
His smile was still there, but he didn't budge. "I'm not convinced."
Good God, was my best friend some kind of sadist and I was only learning about it now? It was getting impossible to curb my instinctive responses, and he was doing nothing to help me in this regard. He couldn't possibly believe that I was that good of an actress, he had to know he was pushing my limits.
"I need you to fuck me," I implored. "I need your cock deep, please, please…"
At this point, I could hear clear splashing sounds as he went in and out. My thighs clenched in anticipation once the rhythm between them slowed down. When Edward withdrew his fingers, they were shining in the soft light of the living room. For the shortest moment, he seemed transfixed by the sight. He just kept staring at the translucent fluids coating his fingers, with dilated pupils and a clenched jaw, not saying anything.
When he talked again, he sounded as if he was tailgating his own lust. "Turn around, I want to see your ass when I fuck you." He retreated, giving me enough space to do as he commanded. I felt exposed in a completely different way once I was on my belly, knowing that he could see yet another part of me he had never seen before. I was still processing the newness of it all when I felt his palm smacking my right buttock, with enough force to leave a burning sensation behind. I wailed, half in pain, half wanting him to do it again. "On your knees." I didn't have to think twice, especially when I felt the tip of his cock brushing over my ass in passing. "Good girl." God have mercy on me.
Whatever fear I felt before, it was gone now. I was ready in every sense of the word for him. He teased me again with his tip, moving it back and forth over my sensitive clit. I pushed my hips back, to let him know what I wanted, and he took the hint. With one hand on my waist, he pulled me back, angling me so that he could press right into my flesh.
Then, at long last, he pushed himself in, his cock splitting my aching cunt in half effortlessly.
He had only managed to get the head of his erection inside, but I already felt full. We moaned together, mesmerized by the gratifying feeling of being united like this, and he sank deeper, every inch of him strangled by my overly-welcoming pussy. Despite my initial fears, he filled me so fully, so perfectly, as if we had been designed to fit together.
The way my body stretched to welcome him got me even wetter, as I came to terms with the fact that all of my worries had been in vain, because this, right here, was the best thing that had ever happened to me.I had been dreaming of this moment for so long, without ever thinking it would come true. Sex with Edward had always been an idea doomed to be safely stored in the guilty-fantasies-that-should-never-see-the-light-of-day cabinet in my brain. In my mind, that cabinet had to remain closed. Now that it was open and spilling out, I didn't know what to do, because not only was it better than whatever it was that I imagined, but it was also the kind of thing that I would need again. And again. And again. And again.
Like heroin, one dose was enough to break me for the rest of my life.
With the new realization setting in, I had had no time to mentally prepare myself for what came next. With one last push of his hips, he entered me all the way in, until his balls slammed against my clit. I groaned, once more stopping myself from getting his name out at the last minute.
I felt his hand gripping my waist tighter, as he let out his next words in a strained breath. "Fuck, you're so tight, I love it…"
Edward allowed me to get used to his size, but not for long, before he started moving. Maybe he was just as out of control as I was, or maybe he just wanted to get this over with, but he didn't waste any time with gentleness. The time for teasing was long gone, as he fucked me with such fierce avidity it was almost scary. For a second, I dared to imagine he had been dreaming about this moment too, hence his unbridled passion.
It was sweet, really, to picture a world in which I wasn't the only one who had been having forbidden thoughts.
The single crumble of reason that allowed me to still think shattered when Edward's rhythm quickened. Awfully fast, I saw the light at the end of the tunnel, and I found myself in need to chase it all the way to the end. My instincts led the way, as I took his unforgiving pounding.
"Harder…" I gasped, voicing my needs. "Harder!"
And harder he went, his cock burying its way in and out of me with more force, more speed. I was ready to hide my face into the small pillow on the couch, to muffle my ever-louder sounds, when Edward did the most cruel, most unforgivable thing in the world.
He stopped completely.
It took me far too long to understand what was happening. My head was still stuck in a cloud of unlimited pleasure, closer to the light than ever. My pussy was still sheathing his hard rock all the way to his balls, and yet… he was no longer moving.
"I stopped filming," he announced, and I heard a small sound behind me — if I had to guess, he had probably placed the camera back on the table. "We've got a few good minutes of footage."
I tried to get my breath under control, but I found out soon that I couldn't do it. My muscles trembled and pulsed, pleading with me to end their suffering. The painful yearning in my womb, coupled with how deep inside me Edward still was, reminded me that I was nowhere near done.
"Bella?" There was a hint of worry in his voice. "Have I hurt you?" He started retreating, but I could not have it. I pushed back, forcing him all the way in. He grunted, and his palms landed on my hips, keeping me impaled on his cock.
"Fuck me," I whispered.
"We're no longer filming."
"I know." It was an effort to keep talking. "But I need this."
I felt his fingers sinking in my hips, as if he was battling with himself to make the right decision. He backed down again, only to thrust back into my depths, then repeated this motion a few times.
"You don't understand," he said. "I'm too close."
"No… you don't understand. I'm close too."
Edward moved again, and one of his hands went up, grabbing the ends of my hair into a fist. "You know that there's no going back if we go there, right?"
"I know."
Another strained grunt erupted from his chest, and he pulled on my hair. The pain that followed was exquisite and precisely what I needed.
"And you know that if I keep fucking your perfect little cunt, I'll come in no time, right?" he continued.
"Yes, Edward."
Whatever battle he was fighting, I knew the stakes had changed, because he was no longer fighting against me, nor against his urges. He started moving back and forth, using long, deliberate pushes, as if he was testing me. But it didn't take long for our bodies' unstoppable demands to take the reins. What started out as slow and tender turned into fast and primitive.
With all the rules gone, our fucking became a rabid affair. I could hear him urging me to let go, but little did he know I didn't need additional encouragement to do so.
I tried — God, I tried — to postpone my climax, but after chasing it away all evening, my force to do so was weak, almost non-existent.
Less than a minute had passed when my orgasm hit, crashing against me and dispersing my conscience down to atoms. I must have cried out Edward's name so loudly, anyone passing by my house would have been able to hear. All the tension from before exploded, bleeding out rivers of satisfaction into my tissues, into my brain, into my soul.
For a while, I felt weightless, limitless, as if I had died and found a secret path to heaven.
But Edward didn't stop. He kept going, hard and steady, and my bliss started taking a new form, as it rearranged into a new ball of fire that detonated without warning. A new orgasm washed over me, riding out the shockwaves of the previous. My helpless pussy clenched around the massive cock filling it — once, twice, and then, suddenly, my source of ecstasy was no longer there, leaving me empty and sore.
"Fuck, Bella, I'm coming… Oh, fuck, oh, God!" Edward let out a long string of profanities, and in the middle of them, I felt something wet and warm splashing on my back. I couldn't see, but I could feel it pooling and running down my spine, and it was a lot. I gasped as I felt more and more of it landing on my back, and collapsed on my belly once he was done at last.
He remained on top of me, his face hidden in my hair, breathing heavily, not saying a single thing. We lay like that for the longest time, doing nothing but trying to separate where either of us ended and the other began. My mind was a large mass of mush, unable to form any cohesive thoughts other than how content I felt.
Edward was the first to move. He lifted himself up with a sigh. "Wait here, I'll bring some tissues to clean you up."
I didn't even flinch. In my current state, I could have died without noticing. I was halfway into the land of dreams when, some time later, Edward carefully ran several tissues down my back, collecting all the cum he had spilled on me. His movements were so delicate, I quickly fell back into sleepiness, hoping he would join me back on the couch. I wouldn't have minded falling asleep in his arms.
The only thing that really kept me up was his voice, when I heard him talk again. "Listen, I've got to go now, do you need anything?"
"Hm?" It was all I was capable of to express my confusion. Why was he in a hurry, all of a sudden? I heard more noises, signaling that he was getting dressed up.
He sighed again. "I have to go, Bella. But call me if you need anything." I didn't say anything. I couldn't. "You heard me, right?" I nodded, surprised to find myself fighting back tears. "Will you call me?"
"Yes."
My response was automatic. I processed his words, trying to understand what went wrong. By the time I found the strength to raise up, he was long gone, the silence in the house weighing heavy over me. And if before I thought I would have the best sleep of my life, now my mind was alert, replaying Edward's last words over and over again, like a broken cassette.
A new, awful clarity settled in.
Had I just ruined everything with him? Did he despise me for the way I abandoned the most important rule of our deal — the very rule I suggested?
The clarity turned into a sense of dread, once I realized I might have lost my best friend over a plan born out of lust and thirst for revenge.
The hours passed by, but I didn't fall asleep. I remained curled up on the couch, struggling to understand the fluttering feeling in my stomach — a feeling that seemed to hide behind a solid wall of fear. It wasn't just the fact that I had done the unthinkable and slept with my best friend that was haunting me, but also the fact that I enjoyed it beyond the strictly physical aspects. I enjoyed it so much that I had longed for him to wrap me in his arms and let me sleep there, in the circle of his embrace. I enjoyed it so much, in fact, that being left alone immediately after he finished broke my heart.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. I wasn't supposed to feel so torn over the consequences of my own decisions. Yet when the darkness outside began to wither, mixing itself with the uncertain light of a new rainy day, there was nothing left inside me but butterflies.
Scared, terrified, doomed butterflies.
Well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of Bella's actions catching up to her :).
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