Oh sweet baby Jesus. The world is cock-blocking me. Seriously. I don't understand how a brand new practically never used toaster could spontaneously burst into flames in such a manner. I mean, when you think about it it's king of funny, but really it's just a nuisance. The only good thing about the toaster fandango is that Edward has had to discard his shirt, because as he moved towards the flames, it spat embers at him, causing embers to hit his shirt, and being as fire I them downfall of a vampire, it was best to discard the offending item. Now I sit here gazing at Edward over a bowl of yogurt and granola as he bustles about cleaning the charred machinery.
My spoon clinks as it makes contact with the bottom of the ceramic bowl and I lay my spoon in the dish. Edward is still fighting with the charred remains of the sandwich, and he slowly seems to be gaining ground. I chuckle as I rinse my dish and a ring of expletives leaves Edward's perfect mouth. How can such a silly piece of material best a 107-year-old vampire? I shake my head and place the dish and spoon off to the side to dry and turn once again towards Edward. Who has finally managed to put the fire out completely, and at vampire speed has made the kitchen spotless once again.
He seems so innocent, wide smile plastered on his face, pleased with himself for not combusting around the flames. It's funny to see Edward in such an open and naïve fashion. I can't help but giggle at the satisfaction that was practically pouring out of his shining eyes. "Why on earth are you so proud of yourself Cullen? You put out a toaster fire. You've killed vampires well beyond your age, and that just makes you grimace…. but one little toaster fire-"
For what seemed like the millionth time that day Edward's lips were crushed in to mine, and I feel myself being lifted off the ground and practically flown to the couch that resided in the piano room. I'm sinking into the couch , languishing in the feeling of Edward's cold hard weight pressing down on me, one very prominent part in particular. Well that was new.
When Edward moans into the kiss, it sends shockwaves through my body, and I struggle to push my body closer to his, desperate to gain as much contact as possible. Why are we still in these pesky clothes? Keeping me from the incredibly sexy hunk of Grecian sex god in front of me. "Edward?"
"Hmmm?" Sweet baby Jesus is it hard to concentrate when he kisses my neck this way.
"Clothes." He's staring at me in that Bella is a nutter way. One quirk of my eyebrow seems to do the trick. Now he's grinning like a goddamn Cheshire cat. My god are his teeth pretty….
"Bells?" oh god, he caught me staring. "you have to release the death grip that you have around my neck if you want to do anything about these silly garments that are keeping me from you, and vice versa."
Now it's my turn to grin like an idiot. "Mr. Cullen, I have no clue what's gotten into you, and what on Earth Emmet did to you up in the mountains, but I like it!" wait, when did my sweater disappear? And my tank top? And when did he lose his clothes? Stupid vampire speed making me miss awesome moments.
Edward's lips are slowly working their way across the edge of my bra at a torturous pace. Slowly he's picking up speed, growing ravenous. My skin is burning, and his lips cool my skin perfectly. It's like I'm in heaven. The combination of the soft bed beneath me and Edward's weight above me….wait, bed? Damn this boy is good. His hands are everywhere on my body, kneading my flesh, causing my body to feel like it may explode any minute.
Suddenly Edward stops, hand paused just over the clasp of my bra. He's staring at me, asking me silently for permission to continue. His eyes are black as a starless night, but filled with the fire and passion of the sun. I reach up and pull him down hard for a kiss, and he slowly and carefully unhooks my bra. For a man who has been going at near warp speed all afternoon, I am amazed at his control. Carefully he sits up pulling me up into his lap so that I am straddling him, my aching core coming in incredibly close contact with his throbbing cock.
I close my eyes as Edward pulls the straps down my arms and throws the offending garment to the floor. I'm pretty sure I'm bushing redder than ever before. I can feel Edwards gaze upon me, taking in what little I have to offer. A deep growl rips from Edward's chest, as one hand begins to need my left breast, and his mouth suckles the other. I am in heaven, literally in heaven. The feeling of Edward all over me is sending my senses into over drive. My flesh is overheated, and even with his his cool mouth and hand caressing and living my body, I feel as if I may explode. "Edward!" it's a plea for something more, something that before today I would never thought would happen. I need a release, and he has about thirty seconds to deliver before I take care of it. "Edward!" I'm becoming more and more forceful. I move one hand from his copper mess towards the button of my jeans, and deftly flick it open.
Edward is so intent of my chest that he doesn't notice as I slide my hand down into my underwear, grinding down on him while I begin to play with my clit. It isn't until I let out a loud moan escapes my lips. In an instant I am once again on my back, but my pants are miraculously missing. Edward hovers above me, his pitch black eyes drilling into my chocolate ones, and then slowly tracing down my body. My breath hitches in my throat as he licks his lips and takes in the site of my flushed body. Slowly he removes my hand from my underwear, and hooks his thumbs into the sides of my panties. It seems as though this is it. The moment of no turning back. He looks at me one last time for assurance. I can feel my breathing getting heavier and more delayed. I give him a quick nod and in one swift motion my underwear is across the room.
I close, my eyes, because I know that if I see Edward down there, I will feel self-conscious. His hands grasp my hips as he pulls me forward across the smooth leather. I can feel his cool, sweet breath across my folds, and it beats any sensation I have ever felt before. I can hear him inhale deeply, and he starts to purr. Literally purr. I buck my hips forward in the hope that he will get the message, and like a good boy he slowly brings his hand up to apply pressure to my clit.
It takes everything in my power not to come undone there and then, and I will myself to hold on, to see what else this boy, no man, can do. Hesitantly he slips one of his long fingers into me and begins to pump in an out at an excruciatingly slow pace. My hips buck toward him, but he is strong and with his free hand he holds me in place. His face dips in, and his mouth takes over from his thumb and he begins to suck on my clit. He adds another finger, and another, and soon is pumping into me faster and faster. The sensation is so overwhelming, and faster than I would have liked, I cum. So help me god I see stars and little birdies dancing around together. I can feel my walls spasming around Edward's fingers, while he continues to suck greedily on my clit.
When I finally have enough strength and sense to open my eyes and prop myself somewhat upright, I look down to see Edward smiling up at me with a delicious smirk playing on his lips. I bend down to kiss him. I know that I should be disgusted, but when I taste myself on his lips, I am somehow even more turned on! I pull away to look at my beautiful god once more and this time I notice that he is no longer wearing pants, and the he is sporting an oh-so-edible looking hard on. This time, it's my turn to delight.
I'm so sorry that it's taken this long to get this chapter out! It has been ridiculous at school, and I had four papers to write this weekend alone! Who knew that theatre school would be so hard? Please leave me a little lovin. Reviews are almost as good as a little bit o' Edward lovin. Almost.