Sorry, another short one guys, but it's a bit more exciting!
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As soon as our lips touched, all of the emotions from the past weeks came flooding into my brain, blurring all rational thought and reason. This kiss was less drunken passion, more sensual lust. He kissed me slowly, almost lazily, but there was too much desire in it to mistake it for laziness. His tongue caressed my own, sending little sparks through my body every time they touched. Without me realising it, his hands had found my waist and were stroking back and forth, sending even more tingles through my body. My hands wound their way around his neck, running my fingers through the hair on the back of his head, eliciting a purr like sound from his chest. With our bodies pressed close together we stayed like this for, for what felt like to me, an immeasurable amount of time. It was only when someone wolf-whistled as we walked past did Edward pull away. It certainly wasn't going to be me pulling away.
He smiled ruefully at the wolf-whistler, and looked down back at me. My hands were still around his neck, and with me being on my tiptoes to reach him, our faces were still only millimetres apart.
"Bella, can we go into your flat? I think it would be a little more…private up there." He bent his head down to kiss me again, it was only a short kiss, but it was a slow, lingering one that had me craving for more.
"Edward…I'm not sure we should." He frowned at that, his dark eyes confused. "No matter what either of us may feel, I'm eleven years older than you. This could never work." His eyes hardened a little. Something was off, I could tell that much, but he wasn't going to let me know anytime soon. I slowly unwound my hands from his neck and came off my tip toes. My hands slid down from his shoulders to his chest where they rested, until he grabbed them with his hands and held them in front of us.
"Bella, please. I would never beg you, but you have no idea how much I want to take you up to your bedroom and…" His eyes darkened more in response to his train of thought, my heart fluttered and my panties became even more ruined. He inhaled deeply, like he smelt something, and then groaned as he breathed out. "Bella, I know you want it. Why are you saying no? It doesn't matter about the age difference!"
"It's not just that!" I shrugged my hands from his and stepped back a bit. "I am your teacher Edward. I could get fired! I could go to jail damn it!" I was starting to panic a bit at the thought of prison. He sighed and put his hand on my cheek, stroking it with his fingers. Every time he touched my skin, it felt like it was on fire.
"Okay, I won't push you into it, no matter how right I am. But I know that you want me Bella, and one day you're not going to be able to stop yourself." He looked adamant. I gulped again. He put his hand around my head and pulled me toward him, our lips crashing together. I couldn't have stopped him even if I tried. We kissed passionately, urgently, my resolve was crumbling again but I knew this wasn't a good road to travel down. I pulled away gasping for breath, and he went to kissing my neck again. Then he whispered in my ear.
"And when you let go Bella, I will be there, and I will make you scream. I promise you that." Then he abruptly turned and walked away. I stood there, gasping for breath looking after him. When I composed myself, I ran up to my flat and straight into my bedroom.
I wanted to scream at myself. Why did I say no? I've been dying to have sex for months and this demi-god of a man wanted to, and I quote 'make me scream'! And I said no! I mean, it would be very illegal, irresponsible and just down right naughty, but he seems to just know what I want and where I want it. To be fair, the experience is probably from his countless girlfriends.
Ugh, I had forgotten about that.
Maybe he was just fooling around with me? I shook my head at my own thought. He was too intense for this to be fooling around. With that Lauren girl he was laughing and joking, but with me…well I think he means it.
But why? Why would anyone want me like that? I'm an average looking woman, sure I had a pair of boobs (30 DD isn't bad), and I was a bit curvy, but apart from that I was short and pale. Good old plain Jane if you ask me. I sighed, unsure of what I was feeling and what I should be feeling. I got up and changed into my comfy t-shirt and pyjama shorts and got into bed, still thinking of him. If I closed my eyes, I could imagine his lips on mine, the way his eyes looked intensely into mine. I sighed, turned over and opened my bedside drawer.
This was going to be one of those nights.
Thanks for reading, I hope you're enjoying the story so far!
And for the people panicking that Bella is being a bit of a paedo, I wouldn't worry... ;)