Four minutes later…
Monday Afternoon, July 25th
We don't even fully make into my apartment before his lips cover mine. His hands are roughly pushing on my jacket when I feel his tongue licking a trail across my cheek and down my neck.
"Mmmm…" he hums. "You taste good. Like coffee and sex."
I feel like I should be offended by his statement, but the way he's licking me makes it hard to feel anything else. Except…then I do. I feel something. And it's hot and hard and pushing up against me as he presses me against the back of my couch.
"I didn't know you lived here," he said. "I've never…how have I never seen you before?"
His hands find the zipper on the side of my pants and he pulls on it, trying to get it down.
"There's a hook," I pant. "At the top…you…you have to unhook it before you can unzip them."
He pulls back chuckling. His green eyes from before are no longer the color of grass. They're deeper, darker…like a cucumber. And speaking of cucumbers, his hand trails down his stomach and he takes himself in his hand. And I sit there like a moron, watching…waiting to see what he's going to with it.
"You don't need to tell me how to undress you…" he trails off and I realize that I he doesn't know my name. This, of course, also makes me realize that I am a whore. But looking at him with his hand against his cock makes me forget that immediately. Or, you know…makes me not care. Whatever.
Semantics.
"Bella," I blurt out. "My name is Bella."
He maneuvers the hook effortlessly. Like, with a flick of his wrist. It's kind of amazing and briefly reminds me of the episode of Friends where Joey rips open Phoebe's sweater without damaging the buttons.
Why the fuck am I thinking about Friends?
"Bella," he leans in and whispers in my ear, and I shiver as he pulls off my coffee-soaked camisole. "Would you like to know my name before I lick your pussy? Or would you like to know it after I fuck you? Hard."
"Before," I gasp.
He picks me up, places me on the couch and pulls my pants and panties off. And before I have the sense to try and consider what's actually happening right now, he kneels down before me and spreads me wide open. I can feel his breath against my thighs.
"Edward," he breathes. "My name is Edward Cullen."
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