Happy Hump Day *snickers*. Be nice. First lemon. Thanks. R & R to get a repeat ;)
"God, you smell so good," He groaned into my neck. He currently had me pressed up against his front door and was doing delicious things to my body. His mouth was hot and wet and trailing kisses up and down my neck, occasionally breaking its pattern, and kissing me out the mouth. I don't even remember how we got home ; Chicago passed by in a blur. I knew by now my champagne had left my system and I was drunk on him.
"Estee Lauder, Pleasures," Oh my God, Bella, shut up!
He just grunted his approval and continued working his ministrations on my body. He mouth was assaulting my neck and his hands were traveling precariously close to my sex, trailing my lower abdomen in it's slow dance to get to it's final destination.
"Oh God, just touch me, Edward."
That gave him all he needed because in a flash he had my dress hitched up around my stomach and dipped his fingers into my panties.
"You're so wet," he whispered, his voice so gravely, so sexy.
"For you," I grasped his face in my hands and brought his beautiful mouth to mine. Before he could say anything in rebuttal, I took his tongue out of his mouth and sucked on it, smiling when I felt his moves falter and his knees slightly buckle.
"God, you are like every wet dream," he muttered and bent at the waist to pick me up. He then proceeded to carry me into his bedroom where he deposited me onto the bed and quickly crawled on top of me, grasping my thighs in the process, squeezing and caressing.
"Too…many…clothes," I could barely get words on. He was continuing his assault on my neck, moving downwards to my collar bone and the tops of my breasts, all while stroking my clit, applying slight pressure every so often.
He stood up from the bed abruptly and took my hand, sitting me up on the edge. He quickly shed his suit jacket and pants before quickly moving towards me. It was like he had some sort of attention deficit disorder. He would remove and article of his own clothing and then move to me before getting frazzled and fumbling.
Sitting up on the bed, I swatted his hands away and quickly removed my dress. My matching red lace bra and panties followed, landing somewhere in the room. I hadn't intended on anything happening tonight, or ever, but I mentally gave myself a pat on the back for my underwear choice.
When I leaned down to take off my heels, he stopped me. "Leave them on," he grunted.
I quirked my brow, but consented without saying anything. Still kneeling before him on the bed, I pulled him to me with his tie and gave him a kiss he would still be feeling in the morning. Still ravaging his mouth, I undid his tie and moved towards the buttons on the front of his shirt, trying to undo them as quickly as possible. His undershirt and briefs were the last things separating us and he quickly shed those before pressing me back onto the bed and resuming his assault on my skin.
"You taste so good," he spoke into my neck and his voice almost sounded like he was in pain. He sucked on my collarbone and I moaned loudly – it's my weak spot – before he descended lower to my breasts. With both hands he cupped them in his hands and looked skyward. He did a cross symbol and mouthed, "Thank you God," before he took my left nipple into his mouth and sucked gently, causing me to giggle at his silliness and moan at what he was doing to my body at the same time.
He spent a good amount of time with the girls. Alternating between sucking, biting, and squeezing, I could definitely determine Edward was a breast man. And I had really fantastic boobs, so I let him indulge a bit before I began to become impatient and dragged his head up to mine. I needed to taste him. I needed his mouth on mine, his tongue mixing with mine. I needed to suck on his lips, his tongue. I never was a fan of kissing before, but he evoked something in me and I craved his mouth.
Reaching between us, I took his hardness and began stroking lightly, causing him to moan into my mouth. Expletives and my name were groaned out and he gently placed his hand on top of mine and pressed gently, urging me to stroke harder.
"This changes everything," he whispered against my mouth.
"I know," I replied back. Because it did.
"Are you ready?"
"For this? The sex? Or for the change?" I questioned.
"Both."
"Oh yeah."
He removed my hands from his cock and began peppering kisses down my body. Grasping my thighs in his strong hands, I gasped in realization of what was to come. James only went down on me a couple of times, but that was during the new phase of our relationship. And most one night stands never seemed to bother.
Kisses my thighs and alternating between sucking and biting, he kissed the top of my pussy before bending his head lower and then I felt his tongue, hot and wet stroking my folds.
"Oh GOD," I moaned and grasped Edward's hair in my hands. We had left the lights on and could see what his was doing perfectly. Raising myself on my forearms, I was lost in a mix of pleasure and anticipation watching him go to town on my nether regions.
"You taste so good, baby," he moaned into my pussy. He had moved his mouth upwards and was sucking on my clit, making me howl into the silence of the room. When he stuck two fingers into me, I knew it was over. Between the lack of action and the pent up sexual tension, my orgasm struck me fast and hard and I came all over Edward's face, screaming his name.
I lay on the bed boneless. Vaguely I realized he had moved from his position between my legs and was peppering my body with kisses as he finally reached my face.
"Hi," he whispered before briefly placing a chaste kiss to my mouth. I could taste the sweet saltiness of myself on him and realized I kind of liked it.
"Hi," I goofily responded back.
"Now Bella, tell me. Was that something women want?" The asshole was actually grinning.
"Hmm," I pretended to think. "I guess. Now, Edward, tell me, you know, for the article's sake…what do men want?"
I lifted myself up and straddled his abdomen. He lifted himself so that we were sitting face to face on top of the bed. He kissed me softly before tilting his head to deepen it. His hands were everywhere, caressing my body, squeezing all the flesh his hands could find.
"Hmm," he hummed when he broke the kiss. Instead of telling me, he brought my hand up to his mouth and gave my palm a long lick before placing it on his cock and started to use my hand to stroke himself.
"Handy? Or beej?" I joked.
His eyes darkened before he ducked his head. "Whatever, um, you feel comfortable with."
I was kind of taken aback at how gentlemanly he was being. Based on previous behavior, outside the bedroom, I was expecting him to shove my head in his lap and demand I go to town.
I quickly lifted myself off him and stroked his length a couple of times before licking the underside of his dick and placing sucking kisses to every inch of him.
"Oh, fuck," his breathing picked up and I could hear him panting into the emptiness of the room.
Using my left hand I stroked his balls lightly, causing him to hiss and smack his hand above him on the headboard. He was being such a good boy – I know he secretly wanted to grab my hair and guide me, but he was being respectful. After a couple moments of teasing, I decided to put him out of his misery and sucked his head into my mouth before pressing down onto his length and sucking.
"Oh yes," Edward was a talker. I looked up to see him staring at me and I wanted to memorize that face forever. In case this never happened again, that face of pure pleasure and amazement would go into my lady Spank Bank forever.
Taking his length out of my mouth, I tapped it against my lips and still looking up at him.
"I want to ride you."
I did, definitely, and my mouth was getting sore. I also knew if he came from head, it may take him awhile to recover and I needed him inside me.
Faster than the speed of light, he reached into his bedside drawer and grabbed an unopened box of condoms. Clearly lacking coordination, he got frustrated by the package and began ripping it at the sides until a row of condoms fell out.
Under other circumstances, I would've laughed, but I was getting antsy and as soon as he rolled the condom on, making sure there was room at the tip, I attacked him. I jumped on him and grabbed his cock in my hands. After lining it up with myself, I sunk myself down on him and moaned like a whore at the feeling. I was so full. He smacked his head back onto his pillow for a moment, just trying to focus on the pleasure, before raising his head up and watching me with a glassy look in his eyes.
"So good," I moaned, gripping my hair and slamming myself down on him, repeatedly.
"You are a fucking Goddess," he pulled me down to him and kissed me. Moving his hands from my waist to my ass, he began guiding my movements and hitting spots inside me I never knew I even had.
Quickly, my second orgasm was approaching and my eyes flew open.
"Fuck, Edward, I'm gonna come again."
"Come on baby," he whispered against my lips. "Come on my cock."
"Oh, right there," I nearly went cross eyed at the spot he was hitting.
He began lifting me up and grinding his pelvis harder when I came down. I was almost there and didn't want to lose it.
"God, you are fucking perfect. Do you know that?" My cheek was resting on the pillow next to him and he was whispering in my ear while still guiding my body on top of his. "You are the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen. Your eyes, your mouth, your tits, your fucking pussy." He ground me down even harder this time causing me to cry out. Almost almost. It seemed as if he knew his sexy words were getting me closer. "It takes all I have not to rip off your skirt and tongue fuck you in my office."
"Harder," I cried, my voice muffled in the pillow. "More. More dirty talk."
He chuckled sexily. "You like that? You like knowing how fucking crazy you make me? How hard you make me and how I jack myself off thinking of fucking you? Fucking you everywhere? Over my desk, in my chair, right here in this bed?"
I rose up and began to bounce up and down. He grabbed my tits and squeezed producing the most delicious pleasure.
"Oh, God, I'm cumming," I moaned, resting my hands on his chest and throwing my head back in pleasure.
"Give me that cum baby," he grunted, hands on my hips, guiding my now sloppy movements.
Slumping on top of him, I knew he was still hard and hadn't finished, but I needed a breather.
"You okay?" he chuckled, stroking my back. I lifted myself a bit to look at him.
"I am, but there's like four of you," I joked and slumped back down, resting my head in his neck.
"Let me know when you're ready for more," he placed a tender kiss on my forehead.
"How do you want it?" I asked into his shoulder a minute or two later.
Instead of answering, he gently scooted from under me and kept me resting on my stomach next to him. Kissing up and down my back, he pressed himself gently on top of me. Not too hard as to crush me, but enough to make me revel in the feel of his large body encompassing mine. He ran his length up and down my folds before resting his cock at my entrance.
"Is this ok?" he asked.
"Yes," I whimpered. This was so much more intimate than what I think of when I imagine being taken from behind.
With his body pressed against mine, he eased his way into my slick pussy.
"Holy shit," a whoosh of breath escaped from his mouth and graced the neck of my neck.
"MMmm," I moaned and felt him turn my head to the right so he could kiss me. He was so tender with my mouth against his and it was a sharp contract to the way his body was pounding into me from behind.
This experience wasn't what I imagined it to be. While it was so good I was seeing stars, it was also way tender. The way he was chasing me over the past several weeks, I thought it was going to be hard, fast, and mainly for his pleasure, but he was so giving, and loving, and making my pleasure a priority.
"Fuck are you kidding me?" I tore my mouth away from his and screamed at the fact orgasm number three was approaching. However, I think it made him nervous because he stopped his movements, prompting me to urge him to proceed. "No, continue, continue!"
I gripped the back of his head, now slick with sweat, and guided his mouth back to mine as my third orgasm approached me.
"Again?" He asked and I nodded.
"You are so sexy," I groaned. "Why the fuck are you so sexy?"
He didn't say anything. In fact it was silent with the exception of the sounds of our fucking and our wet, sloppy kisses. My body was soaked in sweat, both mine and Edward's, and I fucking loved it.
I could feel his movements becoming faster and sloppier and could tell he was close. My pussy couldn't handle a fourth orgasm and I was beginning to get sensitive. Looking at the clock beside him, I realized we had been going at it for an hour and I knew I could never chide Edward about his stamina in the future.
"So close," he grunted into my hair.
"Come baby," I moaned. "Come inside me."
"Oh fuck," he sped up his movements.
I reached between us and gripped his balls in my hand, causing him to gasp in pleasure and surprise and grip my hips even faster. When I tugged on his sac, I knew he was about to lose it, so after few exaggerated whore moans on my own, I felt him still and thrust into me one last time, releasing a string of expletives in his wake.
Collapsing on top of me, he pushed my hair to the side and suckled on my neck.
"That was the best sex anyone has ever had ever." He was breathless and sounded so serious causing me to break out in laughter.
After a few minutes, he got up to flush the condom in the toilet and when he came out, he saw me sitting in the middle of the bed, watching his every movement.
Crawling next to me on the bed, he tenderly lifted my chin and pressed one, two, three kisses on my lips.
"Is this the part where you kick me out?" I joked. Only half serious.
He rolled his eyes at me and lifted his comforter, motioning for me to get underneath. Following suit, he spooned me from behind , resting his head in the crook of my neck, fingers laced with his.
Definite turn of events, mmno? Next chapter probably next week. Let's see what happens the morning after with these two crazy kids...