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AN:
Okay, so I promised you hot and sweaty, but to be honest, I have no damn clue what the hell I'm doing. I have tried to go with my gut so we'll just have to see how that pans out. I'm testing my writing muscles as sex this explicit is not normally my style. But I think this chapter should be rated with a big fat fucking M. Well enjoy the action!
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Chapter Nine
I gently knocked on Edward's door, took a step back and waited. There was no sound, just an awful quietness. I looked around, did he leave? He wouldn't leave without telling me, would he? I knocked again, but there was still no sound. He definitely wasn't home and his porch was eerily empty. I felt my heart sink into my shoes, maybe yesterday's conversation had taken its toll anyway and he decided my company was getting too complicated.
Disappointment washed over me like a thick blanket of darkness. I would be right back at square one, and honestly I didn't want to be here with out him. I wanted his gentle hands and his crooked smile to comfort me. I was doing so much better with him here, he knew that. But I knew deep down I wasn't being fair to him. I didn't deserve to have him as my friend.
I had to admit, I wouldn't blame him if he had decided to leave this place and leave me. It was made pretty clear yesterday that I was unable to reciprocate whatever it was he was feeling. He had said so himself, he had told me he understood.
We had shared a quiet breakfast. It was like there weren't many things to be said after yesterday's declaration. The conversation had hammered the uncertainties into place, making the future completely unpredictable. I was saddened by the silence and chose to retrieve to my hut to read, but I had fallen asleep almost instantly and slept for most of the day.
I still had my stupid plan about what I wanted to happen between Edward and me in my head and I wasn't going to falter. I was just working up to it, but it seemed I wouldn't have a chance to put it into action now.
Panic struck and I started running towards the main building instead of my own place. I entered the hall and Mr. Twong smiled at me as I rushed through to the dining room. It was empty just as I expected. I continued to the TV room. A new old couple was sitting in the sofa watching the news. No sign of Edward.
I went back to the hall. "Ms. Bella, are you okay?" Mr. Twong's singing accent sounded from behind the reception counter. He looked at me surprised.
"Edward… I mean Mr. Cullen… did he leave?" I stammered. I was panting embarrassingly loud and I so needed to get in better shape. At least I wasn't drowning this time.
"No Ms. Bella. Mr. Cullen went into the city with my son. They left around noon."
"Oh." Relief ran through me like an electric current, yanking back the blanket of darkness. Hairs stood up on my arms. Good, he hadn't left me after all.
"I'm sure they'll be back soon." Mr Twong smiled at me reassuringly. Surely our friendship hadn't passed unnoticed. "I have a note to you from Mr. Cullen." He handed me a small folded piece of paper. I took it and unfolded it.
You were sleeping, didn't want to wake you.
Thank you for being here, you are a comfort to me too.
See you soon.
Edward
I folded the creased paper again. Good, maybe it was just this morning that was a little off. It had been awkward, but that was expected considering he had admitted how he felt yesterday. I went to Edward's hut, passing my own on the way. I would wait for him there. My panic started to retreat, I was still safe.
I lay down in one of his hammocks and started swinging slightly from side to side. It was so peaceful here. Like time was standing still. It almost seemed like no one would get older in this place, like this place would exist forever.
I must have drifted off to sleep again. A light breeze had picked up when I was woken by Edward's voice. "I love watching you sleep." He smiled slightly. "You look so peaceful." He said softly. He was on his knees next to the hammock and reached out a hand and brushed my hair from neck.
"I feel more peaceful when you're here." I murmured. I was suddenly grateful, because he didn't look as if our talk had discouraged him after all.
"Not really, it's just this place." He joked lightly. "Did you have a nice nap?" He was still smiling and setting off a swarm of butterflies in my stomach.
"Yeah. Hope it's okay I waited for you. I don't want to give you the impression that I'm some kind of obsessive stalker type." I smiled wryly, shrugging.
"I don't mind if you stalk me, you're harmless." He smiled that drop dead gorgeous grin and my belly clenched for a moment. My thoughts trailed to the prowling lionesses. I chuckled at the thought I had beaten them at their own game. I hadn't as much as seen their shadows for days.
"Well in that case, I asked Mr. Twong if you had left." I felt a blush coming. Another fear was out of the bag.
"I know. He told me he gave you my note." He looked at me with deep honest eyes, staring right through me. I was worried he would see the idea tumbling about in my mind.
"Thank you... for the note."
"As I wrote, you're a comfort to me. Very much, I'm not sure what I would do without you here." He sighed and his breath was like a caress as it touched my face, sending the butterflies in my stomach into overdrive. My eyes were glued to his and I literally felt the electricity running the length of my body. I wanted this. I could do this.
"Really... I am?" I asked breathlessly. Carefully I dared to reach my hand out and run it down his cheek. A subtle roughness from his facial hairs teased my fingers when I slit them to his mouth. I traced the tips of my fingers over his lips gently relishing the softness. He closed his eyes for a moment and just let me explore his face.
"You are." He confirmed almost inaudible. He moved his hand, letting the back of his finger slide down the side of my face. A gentle caress on my skin like I was breakable, which in truth I still was. The touch left a chill of pleasure on my cheek and I got goose bumps and I couldn't help but smile.
"So what did you do in the city?" I asked helplessly caught in the spell of the moment. I knew if I pulled his face to mine, there would be no stopping. But my nerves were running amuck and I wasn't sure I dared to kiss him just yet. Even though it was the general idea of my plan, it was easer acting on it when it was just a blueprint in my mind and not physically acting on my urge. I realized I had no idea how to do this.
"A little shopping." He answered and frowned. He got off his knees and picked up two white bags and entered his hut. Efficiently and in a heartbeat the spell was broken between us. I feared my window of opportunity had passed.
"Do you… er... wanna go for a walk?" I stammered unsure how to get my plan back on track. My heart was picking up pace and hammering audibly in my chest.
"Now? It's Dark." He popped his head out the door and eyed a little suspiciously.
"Yeah." I muttered. That was the whole idea it being dark. It made my ultimate goal easier. I tried to look back innocently and hoped like hell he wouldn't see right through me as he normally did.
"You look nervous. Bella, what is it?" He asked concerned. Oh for crying out loud, could he please be a little less observant for once? I beat back the urge to roll my eyes.
"Nothing. It's er… nothing." I mumbled, feeling my cheeks heat. My heart was still racing faster and I wished I could sound a bit more coherent, instead of this blabbering moron.
"Are you sure? It doesn't look like nothing." His entire body was now visible in the doorway as he leaned against the frame. His arms were folded across his chest and he smiled that irritatingly smug grin, like he was reading my mind and knew exactly what I was planning on. Oh crap, he could read me well. Just Crap!
"Let's just go!" I snarled chagrined. I got up from the hammock mostly as a distraction and to hide the deep red blush that was coming. I pretended to check my leg for scales but I knew there would be none. As a part of his more luxurious habitation, the hammocks were made from fabric and not net, the very cause of the fish legs.
"Okay." He answered slowly and shut the door behind him and followed me onto the sand toward the water.
We walked in silence while my mind raced. Though the quietness was nice and it gave me time to work on the courage not to chicken out, but it also scared me at the same time.
I had planned to somehow lure Edward to have sex with me. It might be reckless, callus and stupid, but I was treading water. If I did this, then maybe that would answer the questions to how I truly felt about him. I also needed to put an end to the work I had done to let Jacob go. Going to bed with someone else seemed to be an extremely efficient way to test that theory. This would be like killing two birds with one stone and irrationally, I wanted to beyond reasonable sanity, but I was scared as hell to do it. I had one problem with this and it haunted me like a nightmare. I more or less knew how he felt, but what would this do to him if I figured out this wasn't for me after all? Besides we probably had no future together and I would probably end up hurting him. That was something I would try to avoid at almost any cost. The thought of breaking Edward's heart was unbearable.
"Nice night." Edward broke the silence.
"They all are." I smiled, gazing up at him.
"So are you going to tell me what's wrong?" He questioned, cocking a brow at me. "You're all tense."
I bit down hard on my lip. I would much rather show him than tell him. "Humph. No, not really." I murmured. I felt the courage leaving my body, like sand through a sieve.
"Okay..." he drawled. Another awkward silence spread and there was that damn big pink elephant between us again. All my nerves were tingling and sizzling and my entire body was taut.
He stopped walking and sighed. "Bella." He mused, looking like he was struggling for words. "Are we fine?" His eyes were wide with fright, deep and haunted. I wanted to alleviate his fear, tell him that it was just my nerves getting the better of me.
"We're fine." I answered, trying to sound confident and convincing, but my voice betrayed me and trembled a bit.
"You just seem different today, stressed somehow." He muttered discouraged. His eyes were endlessly sad as I felt his hand at my elbow. It slit down my arm until it reached my hand where he let his fingers intertwined with mine. This was just fuel on my fire. My skin reacted with a flame of desire and my courage suddenly stopped running out. Instead it peaked and I launched my attack on him.
My free hand cradled the side of his face and I pushed by body against his. He didn't move, but most importantly he didn't step back either. I stepped to my toes and let my lips touch his. Just gently. His lips were warm and soft, but he still didn't move. He was completely frozen. I continued and pressed my lips against his harder this time, basically demanding a response.
This time he did move. He grabbed the back of my neck and pressed his lips against mine. I could feel his sweet breath sweep across my face as he parted my lips. He was suddenly eager, passionate and urgent. Our tongues mingled warm and wet as they worked frenzied against each other. God he smelled so nice, and his taste was without comparison. He let go of my hand and put his on the low part of my back pulling me in closer to him. My body responded to his warmth in a way I hadn't experienced before. It wrapped itself around him, making it quite obvious what I was working up to. My now free hand, found its way up under his t-shirt where I felt his warm and unbelievable smooth skin. I had never really been the one taking initiative or being pushy about what I wanted, but kissing Edward seemed to change all that. I heaved in a deep breath and the smell of his skin ignited a hunger inside of me. It made the fire in my belly roar and I felt a dizzying desire. The words exploded from my mouth without thinking about the consequences.
"I want you," I moaned as I exhaled.
It was like I slapped him because he completely froze. "What?" He mouthed against my lips. His breath was erratic and he moved back so he could look into my eyes.
"I want you." I repeated, surprised that I wasn't the least bit embarrassed asking for it. I just stared back at him confidently. His eyes were whirling with what looked like panic and a need that mirrored mine. He was just as scared and confused as I was. "Please Edward."
"Bella?" His voice was warm and loving, but probably questioning my sanity. Maybe he wasn't wrong to do so; after all he knew my confusion, so this attack probably didn't make sense to him at all. That was understandable.
"Please." I begged.
"Bella. Are you ready?" He implored seriously, but it didn't look adverse to the idea.
"Yes." I breathed. I wasn't sure if I was lying or not. The only way to figure that out was to go through with it.
"Are you sure?" He emphasized the last word. His eyes pierced through mine, this was no joke to him.
"No." I whined, but I wanted him. Badly! My entire body was throbbing in raw need to be touched and to touch him. I wanted to feel his body against mine.
He sighed, let go of me and ran his hands through his hair in clear frustration. But he didn't stop as I expected he would. He slowly leaned down towards me and his mouth enveloped mine again. Carefully this time the kiss started to deepen again. I felt his fingers at my neck, gently grazing my skin, making it tingle uncontrollably. I leaned my head back, giving him space to explore my throat. His lips moved from my mouth and to my neck, moving down. His lips were so soft, so warm and so delicious. I felt his tongue lightly licking my skin at the base of my neck. I felt his hand move up under my t-shirt where his fingers traced along my spine. It was like his fingertips released a venom onto my skin, making it burn with pleasure spiraling throughout my body. His breath deepened as he kissed his way up my neck again. His lips reached my ear, grazing my earlobe with his teeth. I shivered.
"Bella." He whispered intensely into my ear. "Tell me if we need to stop. Otherwise I won't." His voice was rough and gritty with desire.
His words jolted through my body, sending another desirable chill through me. "I will." I promised, knowing that wouldn't be necessary. I felt an intense heat growing in my body. I kept pushing myself closer to him. I had never felt this utter urge to launch myself at somebody. My self control was non-existent as I threw myself at him.
He wasn't being particularly subtle with me either. He didn't treat me as the fragile piece of glass that I was. He grabbed me, he touched me. He kissed me deeply and intensely. He didn't just take me because I had begged. He wanted me that was for sure. He was like a pit bull disguised as a cute terrier, he might be cute and adorable to look at, but right now he was ungentle and ferocious like a predator. More surprisingly I loved it and let it swallow me up.
I didn't know how much time passed on the beach, not that I cared, but things were starting to get somewhat indecent. Shirts were pushed up and pants unbuttoned. There were bodies moving and breathing happening that needed more privacy than we had now.
"Maybe we should take this somewhere else?" He whispered hoarsely in my ear. I felt the tip of his tongue slide over the back of my earlobe. "Otherwise we will end up giving people a show." It was like his breath has sweetened even more as it swept across my face. I inhaled, taking it all in, making the fire in me roar louder. I let my hand slide over the warm planes of his chest, stopping at his heart where I felt the rhythm of it. It was fast and hard, hammering away in his chest. He paused; his breath was ragged as he looked deep into me.
"That's all your doing." He smiled. He was so confident, not a hint of insecurity. I envied him.
His hands moved down my back, over my shorts and down my thighs, stopping just before my knees. He was feeling every non-existing curve of my body intensely as his hands moved. It made the insides of my thighs burn. I felt his arms tighten as he lifted me. I locked my legs securely around his waist and cradled my arms around his neck and leaned down to kiss him again.
He didn't let me down until we reached the porch of his hut. I took in a deep breath and grabbed the edges of his shirt and started to pull it over his head. His response was simple; he put his arms over his head and let me. He wasn't kidding when he said he wouldn't stop.
I liked the way his skin felt under my hands. It was warm, smooth and soft. He was muscular and strong, but I already knew that. He was beautiful, there was no question. He cradled my face as leaned down to kiss me again. His hands moved to the back of my head, pulling out the band that held my hair in a ponytail. He let my hair fall and he pushed his fingers through it. I could feel the tips of his fingers on my scalp, raising bumps on my skin.
He moved us backwards and I hit the wall with a small thump and he leaned in on his hands placed on each side of my face.
"You're just every bit as fantastic as I imagined." His eyes were scorching into mine and he spoke every word very deliberately.
I wanted to say something, but words escaped my mind. I wasn't exactly thinking about conversations right now, so I settled for a smile. He seemed to accept that. Then he continued stripping me of any inhibitions I had ever had.
He yanked my t-shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor. He placed all his weight on his left hand resting against the wall. His right hand lay flatly against my neck and collarbone and started a path south. It moved down the middle of my chest, crossing my stomach, continuing further down. As he touched me over the crotch of my shorts, he was staring intently into my eyes, watching my reaction carefully. He was so much in control and here I was absolutely losing my mind. My head fell back against the wall and I moaned, relishing the feeling of his hand gently kneading at my sex. I enjoyed every single moment of what I had unleashed in Edward.
I wasn't sure why, but all the shyness left my body. In truth I hardly knew him, but I didn't fear him seeing me or my body. In truth I wanted him to.
"We should go inside." He whispered. I nodded in response as my mind felt like mush. I couldn't really conjure up a proper response. I just wanted to close my eyes and feel. Feel whatever he gave me.
Inside I sat down on his bed. His sheets were softer than mine, probably a difference in the prices we paid for our accommodations. I ran my hand over the white fabric and refused to let my anxiety take over. I wanted this and so far it was going better than I ever expected. My body felt hot and tingling.
I glanced at Edward who was fiddling with the tiny computer and soft music suddenly filled the room, some kind of piano recital that was soft and emotional.
Edward turned and eyed me warily. "You okay?" He licked his lips and I stared mesmerized. I nodded, but only a slight movement of my head. Edward smiled and casually opened the top button of his shorts. The move was so nonchalant, but yet it had so much promise. The flames inside my body roared in anticipation. I wanted this more than anything. It was the only thing I had wanted in a year.
Edward came over to the bed and climbed over me, tilting me back against the sheets. I complied and sighed when his lips touched mine again. The heat of the kiss built again and there were no words for how I felt. How he made me feel. I moaned feeling the excitement tamper with every cell in my body. I was ready for this.
I crawled further onto the bed, glad to feel his warm body pressed against mine. Long fingers slowly untied my top at the neck and removed it from my body. He gazed down at me softly when he ran his hand down over my breast, kneading. I arched my chest into his palm as it felt exquisite to have his hands on me. He leaned down to my neck and his mouth was warm and giving, kissing and caressing as he moved over my chest. I lay fairly still, but when his lips reached the tip of my breast, my hands fisted hard into his hair and I whimpered a response. Just the simple touch of lips to my breast did things to me I never imagined. I was wide awake now and I wanted all of him. I wanted to be consumed, ravished. I wanted to be taken, filled and have this unknown hunger satisfied.
Edward sat back on his heels, gazing at me for a long moment. I was afraid he would stop, but when buttons in my pants started opening a minute later I sighed in contentment, he would still give me what I wanted. I lifted my hips off the bed as he pulled them down and tossed them to the floor. He didn't stop at the shorts; my panties followed mere seconds later. In less than a minute and a blink of an eye I was now naked on his bed, ready for his taking.
My breath was heavy and my body burned. I longed to be touched, to feel close to his body, to feel that need I had thrashing though my body be fed. I needed Edward and I wouldn't take no for an answer.
He watched me for a moment and then smiled softly. I watched his eyes rake over my naked body, and I was glad to see his eyes deepening and sparking passionately. I was basically spread out of him with no hint of shame. This was so unlike me, but it felt so fucking great. I couldn't help but let my legs spread slightly and fall gently to each side of him, giving him the invite to continue.
He smiled again, lust so prominent on his face, it was like a lightening bolt. Warm firm hands drew up my thighs as he climbed over me again.
"You are so fucking beautiful and brave, Bella." He murmured. I felt his hand reach the apex of my thighs and his fingers gently roam the outside of my skin. His fingers felt slick and wet as he delved deeper in between my legs. I realized I was the one supplying all that slippery moisture and that I was, for lack of a better word, soaked. Edward just gazed softly at me as he kept stroking me gently before he brought his middle finger up to his mouth. My eyes widened when he brought the glistening wet finger into his mouth and tasted it – tasted me. I wasn't sure how to react as this was a little new to me, but it simmered deeply in my stomach and a hot spike of desire exploded warmly down there.
Edward just smiled a wicked little twist of his lips and leaned down to kiss me. I parted my lips for him and apprehensively picked up on the slightly tangy taste of myself on his tongue. I was surprised it wasn't as bad as I imagined, just a little foreign to me. I closed my eyes and chose not to dwell on that and just feel. Edward moved down my body, kissing, nibbling and kneading as he went. Too late I registered how far south he had ventured and I tensed up. The muscles in my thighs were taut as Edward obviously wanted to push them further apart.
"You okay?" He asked puzzled and sat back on his heels again.
I bit my lip and nodded while I stared stiffly at the ceiling. Edward sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Talk to me Bella." He said softly.
I swallowed convulsing. "You don't have to do that." I muttered.
"Bella, please look at me. Have to?" His brows furrowed confused as he waited.
I let my eyes fall on his face and he looked a little like a wounded dog. "Er… Jacob didn't like… er." My cheeks heated violently. I had no clue how to finish that sentence. This didn't seem like the time to discuss other men.
"I see." Edward said gently and clearly got my hint. That was a point where Jacob and I hadn't seen eye to eye. He gladly received a blowjob, but hardly ever returned the favor. We had explored a few times, but Jacob wasn't into it at all, not caring that I was. He had only gone down on me a few times and I loved it, but who was I to push for it he didn't want to?
Edward braced himself back over me claiming my full attention. "Bella, why don't you want me to?"
I averted my eyes. "Jacob thought it was kind of gross." I murmured.
"I didn't ask about Jacob, I asked about you." He implored. He grasped my chin and forced me to look at him. "Do you want me to?" He asked, his eyes showing nothing but understanding.
I tired to hide my smile and bit down hard on my lip. My cheeks were still flushed when I nodded my head feverishly. Like I said I had explored lightly, but I'd be damn if I didn't want Edward to explore all that he wanted. I wanted him too, I just wanted to surrender my body to him.
Edward smirked and nodded. With his knees he nudged my legs further apart when he felt me relax. His one hand ventured between my legs and slowly he eased a finger inside me. I gasped and whimpered as the sensation was exquisite. I hadn't been touched since forever and right now I was hypersensitive. Edward did some odd motion with his fingers and my body arched upward at the thrilling sensation and I tried to hold back my outburst. I wanted to cry out. He leaned close to my ear. "For the record I don't find it gross. I already know you taste so sweet, floral somehow. And it is a major fucking turn on for me. Now baby, just relax and enjoy." He mused and did that motion with his fingers again. The muscles in my belly clenched and I couldn't respond properly this time, I just moaned wantonly.
I curled my fingers into the bamboo weave of the headboard and Edward put his mouth between my legs. It was startling how warm and invigorating it felt to have Edward go down on me. How enticing it felt to have the roughness of his facial hairs touch the soft skin of my inner thighs. He expertly worked his mouth against my sex and whipped my body into a frenzy. I guessed it took me less than ten seconds before I exploded into a quagmire of sensation. I moaned, whimpered and cried out as he just kept going.
I relaxed, oddly spent and coming down from my orgasms. Edward was kissing his way up my stomach and I sighed lazily and kept my eyes closed for a few moments. My arms were cramping up and pulled on my hands only to find they wouldn't budge. I tried to retrieve my hands again. No luck. I tilted my head upward and saw how hopelessly caught my fingers were in the weave of the headboard. I tensed slightly giving another fruitless yank.
Edward reached my mouth and started kissing. The taste of myself was far more prominent this time, but it still didn't bother me in the slightest, it was startling erotic. I kissed him back trying to forget my hands were caught.
"Bella you need to talk to me. You're all tense."
I mashed my lips together into a ridged line, not sure how to approach the subject.
"We can't do this if you don't speak up." Edward whispered as his lips moved persuasively over my neck. I averted my eyes feeling the humiliation wash over me. There was no limit to how embarrassing this was. "Bella please." He sighed and stopped working his mouth over me. "Did I do something wrong?" He pulled back and stared down at me with worried and hurt eyes. "I pushed you too far didn't I?"
My eyes widened, I didn't want him to think having him go down on me was nothing but pure undiluted pleasure. "No! It's not that." I mumbled.
"Then what is it?"
I closed my eyes, my face flushing furiously. "My hands." I muttered.
"Your hands?" He was staring at me confused when I opened my eyes again.
"They're stuck." I wheezed thinly.
His eyes moved above my head and widened amused. "How the fuck did you get your fingers through there?"
"I don't know… I was a little busy cumming." I countered whining.
Edward laughed and inclined his head. "Interesting thought." He murmured. My eyes widened.
"Don't you dare!" I narrowed my eyes at him.
He laughed lightly. "Don't worry, I'll help you free." He climbed over me and straddled across my chest, his crotch inches from my face. I couldn't tear my eyes from the defined bulge straining his pants. "Try to bend your fingers." I did the best I could but I was completely distracted. "Hang on Bella." The same second the heel of his palm smashed into the head of the bed. The bamboo gave away and started to splinter. He repeated the strikes multiple times until I was able to pull my hands down. I glanced upward at the mangled headboard flexing my fingers.
"You didn't have to break the bed." I smirked.
Edward rolled his eyes at me playfully as he climbed off me. "Would you rather it was your fingers?" He cocked at brow at me. I bit down on my lip and reached down running my hands over the swelling in his pants. Edward closed his eyes and sighed.
"You don't have too."
"Don't you want me to?" I echoed his words teasingly.
He just rolled his eyes again and fell back, hovering atop me again, eyes burning with passion. He bent down and locked his lips to mine. Heat built between us and our breaths grew frenzied. I reached down and managed to undo the rest of the buttons in his pants, I wanted to feel his naked body against mine. I needed it. I started to push his pants down.
He hitched my leg up his narrow hip and I clung to him for dear life. I was panting, reveling the softness of his naked skin against mine. With my legs spread wider I felt his erection pressed against the apex of my thighs. I squirmed against his body wanting to feel more of him. I wanted it all. I had my fingers locked in his hair when he gently pushed me onto my back. Braced on his hands he was hovering just above my face when I snaked my legs up his sides, leaving me open and waiting for him. He was apprehensive for a moment, more gentle than he had been so far, but then he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. At the same time he pushed forward slowly and I gasped at the fullness when he started to push inside of me. The move was slick and unhindered as I was utterly aroused and moisture had pooled rapidly between my legs. My body arched up against him, welcoming him to go deeper. I moaned loudly when he delved further into me, stretching me almost to the point of pain. But it was a pleasurable pain, not a hurtful agony. This almost felt like a first time again, it had just been such a long time since I had sex I had expected a little pain, but it was fucking fantastic to have this spitting and full sensation of a man inside of me again.
He paused for a moment. "Are you okay?" He asked tenderly.
I nodded and smiled. "I'm perfect." I whispered and Edward started to move carefully, pushing in and out of me. I moaned at the exquisite sensation. "Don't be gentle, I won't break." I panted.
"I know you won't break Bella." He groaned. His mouth assaulted mine, his tongue was demanding and his kiss was hungry. Then he really started to move. It was like he crept inside my head, not just my body and he gave me everything I needed when he consumed me.
I kissed his chest tasting the saltiness of his sweat. Our bodies were slipping and sliding against each other and it was erotic as hell. I was lost in the quagmire and the tension inside of my body was building relentlessly. I was ready to explode.
I braced my hands against the smashed headboard and Edward held my hips in place against the mattress. He delved deeper, harder and I cried out loudly when my orgasm crushed my body and I spit into a million shattered pieces. My legs trembled and my body went liquid.
"That's it baby, come for me." He whispered gently though his own noises. I never paid attention to that kind of thing before, but Edward's groaning and guttural pleased sounds did magical things to my body, he sounded so exotic. It was the fourth dimension to making love with him, to hear him enjoy this as much as I did. It engulfed me and heated my body inexplicably.
He was so different than Jacob. Not in a bad way. More in a way that Edward was everything I needed at the moment. He was completely inside of my head, the way he touched me, moved me around the bed, shifting positions, it was everything I never knew I always wanted. What I was experiencing right now, filled every fiber of my body with a tingling vibration that shut every thing else out. I was utterly and completely absorbed in Edward. This moment he was all that existed. It was astonishingly wonderful to have him want me just as badly as I wanted him. It wasn't just words spoken, all his actions were filled with it, he showed it in every single touch and thrust. I had so been missing out.
I was spent when Edward's deep throat, clenched teeth, guttural groan erupted and his body went rigid in raw pleasure. His heart was jack hammering in his chest pressed against my back. He panted against my neck, his breath felt cool against my moistened skin. He kissed me below my ear and bit into my flesh gently. "Every fucking bit as fantastic as I imagined." He murmured against my skin. I smiled into the pillow and slumped halfway to my stomach, too exhausted for a more elaborate response.
He left small kisses all the way up my neck, but I was entirely too lazy to reciprocate. If he wanted a response out of me, he only had himself to blame he didn't get it. He could just have avoided sending me spiraling into one orgasm after the other, stealing every ounce of energy from my body. I did hum though, to let him know I wasn't sleeping… yet.
He pulled out of me and I winced suddenly feeling a sensitive throbbing from between my legs. Now I seriously felt I had been celibate for a while and was completely out of practice.
"Are you sore?" He asked concerned.
"Some." I muttered. I could only imagine what tomorrow would be like. I heard the door to the bathroom crease open and the water being turned on. I knew I had to clean myself up, but that was another thing I was entirely too lazy to do, but I needed to at some point.
The mattress dented and I stiffened when I felt a cool cloth being dragged carefully across my sex. It was soothing, but a little troubling as I had never been accustomed to the guy cleaning up his own mess. But I was oddly overwhelmed by the sentiment and devotion in such a simple action. "Relax, baby." He kissed my shoulder and washed across my privates very gently a few more times. "Sleep, I'll be here when you wake up." He murmured and I zonked out, completely sated, enjoying my bliss.
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