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Chapter Twenty-Three
The Pleasure
Signs of dehydration:
Thirst
Flushed skin
Dry mouth
Chills
Head rushes
1. Thirst
You know that feeling when you've had a wild night of partying and consuming copious amounts of alcohol? When you wake up from dreaming about drinking gallons of water? You know, that intense need to thrust your mouth beneath a tap and just drink and drink until your stomach bursts or the desperations subsides.
Well, that's what it feels like being kissed by Edward Cullen.
I feel like I've reached an oasis in a desert and just want to suck and lick and consume each drop of wet relief. The craving is so intense that I literally mold my mouth to the source and claim.
My body is bent backwards at a forty-five degree angle to the floor as Edward pushes forward, one hand around my neck, the other around my waist. I can feel my toes tingling from the pressure – or the pleasure, I'm not completely sure which – and I can't say I completely care.
I can't really tell if his mouth is soft or supple or even sweet tasting, because the lines of his lips are so angrily fused with mine, as if he's in the desert with me, fighting for survival.
My knees begin to shake as his hand fists in my shirt and his fingers almost painfully clamp around the base of my neck. I groan against his lips in surrender and discomfort.
He pulls his mouth away briefly, both of us gasping for air. I can feel his ribcage heaving against my own.
"Fuck," he breathes harshly against my lips. "Why haven't we done that before?"
I want to answer him that I have no idea why. I want to appear slightly coherent, but I can't. All sense of reason and control is shutting down, and the only thing registering in my flustered thoughts is that I want more. I need more.
Without hesitation, his lips are back on mine. It's still desperate and aggressive, but this time – this time I can feel his lips as they move over mine, and they are soft, and supple and sweet tasting, just as I remember them from our earlier kiss. He pulls my bottom lip between his and suckles and nibbles and licks. My mouth opens with a gasp, and then, his tongue is thrust inside – demanding – claiming – fucking hot.
A wave of desire crashes over me as our tongues push and press against each other. It feels like we're fighting for dominance, but in reality, I'm only fighting for more.
He flicks his tongue against mine teasingly, and I immediately tilt my head as far to the right as possible to grant him even more access, practically unhinging my jaw to feel him deeper.
Edward moans as I push back, my tongue entering his mouth as our bodies realign in a more upright position. I pull myself further up his body, fighting the need to practically climb him as I swirl my tongue around his. My elbows are resting on his shoulders, my hands firmly woven into his hair and my body balancing precariously on the tips of my toes.
He changes the pace and starts a slow, tantalizing stroke of his tongue against mine, almost retreating completely back into his mouth, and then sensually pushing forward to play again. His hands move deliberately down my back and firmly plant themselves on my backside, gripping and pushing. He sets a rhythm with his hands to match that of his tongue, languidly moving and almost lazily rubbing my hips against his.
I moan loudly when I feel his erection push against my lower abdomen, which only encourages Edward to increase the pressure…everywhere.
He pulls his mouth away from mine with a heavy groan and pushes his face into my neck, licking and swirling his tongue below my ear, never stopping the slow grind we've got going further south.
"You kiss fucking sexy," he moans below my ear.
His words send an electrifying tingle to the very centre of my heat, causing me to grasp his hair tighter.
He answers my silent plea by dropping his hand to my left thigh and hitching my knee over his hip. We moan simultaneously when I finally feel him right there.
He grunts into my neck and tugs on my other thigh. I pull myself up by my elbows and hook my legs around his hips as Edward grips onto my ass, pulling me flush against him. I can feel everything.
He starts walking us towards the stairs, his mouth pulling away from my neck, and his eyes finding mine. The heat in his gaze makes my breath catch in my chest as the wetness of his jeans slowly starts to seep into mine.
I shiver.
"Are you cold?" His voice is scratchy and husky and causes another shiver to run through me.
"I'm hot," I manage to whimper with an unsteady shake of my head as he slowly starts to ascend the stairs.
"That you are." He smirks, and I blush.
2. Flushed skin
His eyes never leave mine as he takes steady steps. We're still grinding below, but up here, where we pant and swallow each other's breaths, a completely different scene is set.
"Do you fuck as sexy as you kiss, Bella?" Edward speaks just above a whisper. My entire body flushes at the question, and I fight the urge to hide my face behind my hair.
"Do you fuck as good as you talk, Edward?" I find myself asking rather boldly.
Edward's eyebrows shoots up in surprise, but soon his expression settles into one of cocky confidence.
"Do you fuck as good as you lie, sugar? His cold voice catches me off guard, but his actions even more so. Before I can even reply, he has me pushed up against the wall next to our bedroom door. His hands pull mine from his hair and slam them above my head. The only thing keeping me suspended is my legs around his waist and his weight as he leans heavily against me.
His mouth is hovering above mine, his eyes dark with anger and desire.
"Not even remotely as good as you, baby," I bite back, my lips grazing his as I speak.
"How do you suggest we resolve this?" he murmurs, pushing his tongue out briefly to lick at the corner of my mouth. I throw my head back with a thump and squeeze my eyes closed as his hips grind against mine with renewed vigor.
"Maybe we should pound it out." I swallow thickly as I try to increase the friction between my legs by thrusting my hips forward.
"Oh," Edward groans. "We'll definitely pound –" He grinds his hips forcefully against mine. "It." He pulls back. "Out." He pushes his hips forward again, raising me further up against the wall with the force of his body.
He swallows the long moan escaping my lips with his eager mouth. The kiss is almost punishing as our tongues clash against each other.
His hands drop mine and move back to my ass, pushing beneath the material of my pants and underwear to grope and squeeze at my bare skin. He pulls us away from the wall and stumbles towards the bedroom door, crashing through it as the frenzy building between us escalates.
My hands find their way between our bodies and shakily pull at the buttons of his jeans, desperate to feel him. The wetness seeping from his clothes makes it practically impossible to pry the buttons loose, and I groan in frustration against his lips.
The next moment, I'm placed on my feet as a low chuckle reverberates through Edward's chest. I find my footing on shaky legs and stare up at him in confusion, my fingers still desperately fighting against the button, and his fingers press above the waist of my pants.
The cocky smirk playing on his lips causes my hands to still momentarily.
"You want me so fucking badly," he declares smugly as his hands reach for the hem of my shirt and start tugging it upwards. I raise my arms and allow him to pull the material from me with a whoosh. His eyes flicker to my chest for a beat, before he crashes his mouth to mine again.
"As if you can stay away," I gasp between hungry kisses and copy his movements by pulling at his shirt. He pulls away and then reaches behind him and pulls his t-shirt over his head like men always do. The action makes his hair stand in every which direction, making him look cute and delicious and practically irresistible. Practically.
I hardly have time to ogle his chest before his mouth is on mine again. My heart is racing in my ears as fingers urgently stroke and scratch exposed skin.
I feel the clasp of my bra release, and moments later the straps fall from my arms leaving me exposed. My nipples harden immediately and are swiftly covered by warm palms.
"I can stay away when motivated," Edward moans huskily as he pulls away from my mouth and buries his face in the crook of my neck. His palms are rubbing languidly over my breasts, causing my nipples to tighten almost painfully. I can feel the invisible cord connected to my pussy strain and tug, as wetness seeps from me.
"Do you need motivation, Mr. Cullen?" I say between shaky breaths as my teeth scrape against the skin of his neck, threatening to bite down. "Because I can finish this on my own, you know?"
Why the hell did I just say that?
"Is that so, Miss Swan?" Edward pulls away, staring down at me questioningly. "You don't need me at all to…" He lowers his eyes to my chest, licks his lips, and then lowers them to my jeans. His hands follow the trail of his eyes and nimbly loosen the button of my jeans before lowering the zip slowly.
Again. Why the hell did I just say that?
"Very well then." He nods, raising his eyes back to mine and taking a step back. The look in his eyes is challenging and fierce.
He pulls his hands back and quite effortlessly opens the buttons of his jeans, one by painstakingly one.
He smirks and winks at me, clearly making fun of my earlier struggle. I raise an eyebrow at him and deftly push my jeans over my hips, leaving me in nothing but my modest, white panties. What? A girl doesn't go hiking in lingerie.
If it's a challenge he wants, it's a challenge he'll get.
I take a step back until I feel the edge of the bed hit the back of my knees. Edward is watching my movements curiously, his eyes trailing the contours of my body.
He's panting, and so am I.
I lower myself to the edge of the bed and then scoot back, leaning down on my elbows.
3. Dry mouth
My mouth turns dry when I think about what I plan to do next. I've never been this bold in the bedroom before–then again–my only experience in the bedroom apart from the few encounters with Edward has been with Jacob in my college days, and those hardly count for experience at all.
I move my right hand shakily, slowly trailing it over my breast and abdomen. Edward's lips part slightly, his breathing increases and, before long, he toes off his shoes and socks, never removing his eyes from my roaming hand.
"I bet you won't be able to stay away," I sigh softly as my fingers lower to my pussy, gently stroking over my covered lips. I bite down on my bottom lip when I discover how damp and sensitive I am. "Be prepared to lose, Mr. Cullen," I warn right before my hand dips below the waistband of my panties and find the warm skin below.
"Fuck, Bella," Edward moans as I stroke beneath the material.
I dip a finger between the wet folds and find my clit. I moan. Edward gasps.
His jeans are pushed off and kicked to the side as his eyes fight a war between focusing on my hand and focusing on my face.
I follow his hands as he pushes his boxer briefs down his hips, exposing his very generous erection. The boy is hung.
"Shit," I groan as he fists his erection and pump it aggressively.
"I like it hard and rough, sugar," Edward grunts. The smacking of his skin and the rumbling of the thunder in the background sets a tormenting pace between my legs.
I lower my back to the bed, straining to keep my eyes on his and then move my other hand to my panties, pulling them to the side to expose myself to him.
"I bet you want to replace my fingers with your cock," I tease, increasing my pace.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he whimpers and pumps his fist even faster over his length, twisting his wrist as he reaches the head, and then slamming it back down to the base.
"I like it slow and deep," I choke and push first one and then two fingers inside.
I can feel the familiar tightness in my abdomen, the straightening of my spine and the spasms in my legs. I'm close.
Watching Edward masturbate at the sight of me masturbating is sensory overload.
"You masturbate like a dirty girl."
Watching Edward masturbate at the sight of me masturbating is sensory overload, but hearing him say that is total body meltdown.
I come.
Hard.
"Oh, shittttt…" I cry and throw my head back, allowing the sensations to claim my body as my orgasm hits.
It's everywhere and yet just out of reach.
My heart is pounding in my chest when I finally resurface. I'm slightly confused and dumbstruck at how quickly that happened. My ears strain to hear Edward, but the slapping of his skin has stopped and all that can be heard is my hard breathing and the patter of rain against the window.
I lift my head, blinking a couple of times to clear my blurry vision.
Edward looks like an erotic statue–fist frozen over his cock, mouth completely agape and breathing non-existent. My expression mirrors his as my hand lies still over my still pulsing pussy.
"Did you just come?" he finally speaks in a broken voice.
I nod stiffly as the muscles in my neck strain.
And then, everything happens at once. I'm scooting off the bed, practically launching myself into his arms, as Edward storms towards me, catching me in his capable arms.
"You lose," I declare, as the impact of our bodies meeting almost knocks the air out of my lungs.
"I win," he gasps at the same time before capturing my mouth with his.
I'm straddling his waist again, rubbing my sex against his unashamedly.
"You're wet," I mention, as our mouths part, and I start to lick at his neck.
I feel him chucking against me.
"So are you." He emphasizes his words with a delicious roll of his hips, causing his laughter to tamper down into a long moan, matching mine.
4. Chills
Edward walks us to the bed, dips down and scoots us both to the middle. I loosen my legs from their death grip around his waist and allow my knees to fall open below him.
He settles himself between my knees, causing his cock to settle against my pussy.
"Fucking hell, Bella," he moans as he pushes his hips forward and effectively strokes his erection between my folds.
I can hardly respond as my body quivers at the sensation of his exposed skin on mine. I pull my fingers from his hair and lower them to his ass, pushing down to increase the friction.
"Protection?"
"Pill." I respond. Sorted.
He leans his head down and rests his forehead against mine, keeping our mouths only a breath apart. His air is my air.
I raise my hips on every up-stroke, desperate for more.
Edward's hands are lodged in my hair, but he keeps his weight on me, ensuring that his chest rubs against my nipples with each movement. I realize I can come from the rubbing alone and pull my legs even further apart to obtain even more exposure.
I feel him shiver as I gasp.
"Slow and deep," he mumbles, and then he's kissing me again–his tongue dipping so far into my mouth that I swear he'll be licking my tonsils sooner or later.
"Hard and rough," he groans as he pulls way, hiking my left leg over his shoulder, and then thrusts.
5. Head rushes
"Ungh…" is all I'm able to utter as he buries himself inside of me in one smooth stroke.
"Fucking yoga," he groans against my neck.
We're breathing so heavily that I'm sure one of us will hyperventilate, but before I have a moment to attempt to fight for control, he pulls back and thrusts forward again.
"Holy shit," I squeak as the force of his entrance propels me higher up the bed.
Edward lifts his head to stare down at me, and the primal look in his eyes has me whimpering in anticipation. His right arm is gripping my knee, bent against my chest, as he pushes his left arm below my back and grabs hold of my shoulder. He moulds my body to his. There's no escape–not that I'm planning on going anywhere.
I'm lost in his eyes as Edward sets a grueling pace – thrusting forward – rolling his hips – pulling back – and then again…and again…and again.
"Have I made you a liar yet?" he asks breathlessly, searching my eyes for his answer.
"Yes," I hiss as he pumps into me forcefully, yet gently stokes the muscles in my straining thigh.
"Then fuck me, Bella," he almost pleads. "Show me."
And I do.
I raise my hips impossibly high when he pushes forward again, taking him in deeper.
"That's it, baby," he moans. "Make me beg."
"Shit, Edward…" Words like that aren't going to make me last long.
He fucks so good.
"More?" How does he know?
I nod, my nose rubbing against his as my head bobs up and down.
"Okay," he whispers, kisses my lips sweetly and then suddenly pushes himself up, effectively elongating my leg.
He sits back on his haunches and grabs hold of my stretched leg before pushing forward in one long stroke.
"Oh," I gasp in surprise as I feel the head of his cock graze a spot inside of me I always thought was a myth.
"Is that the spot, Bella?" he asks with a smirk as he notices the awe in my eyes.
"Right there. Right there. Right there," I confirm over and over as he shortens his thrusts and teases what I can only assume is my g-spot.
My whole body is alight in pleasure.
He fucks soo good.
I lower my hand to the place where we meet, spread my middle and pointer finger into a V and stretch them over my lips until I can feel Edward's cock thrusting between them.
"Ah shit," I hear him grunt as my eyes remain transfixed on his erection moving in and out of me. "That's fucking hot."
I nod, almost absentmindedly, as I feel myself being propelled to the edge.
In the back of my mind, I notice the storm outside has stopped, but the storm inside is wreaking havoc on my sensibility. It has never been this good.
I feel my muscles tightening, and as if feeling guilty, I raise my eyes to Edward's to see if he's noticed.
He has. He always notices.
Our skin slaps together violently as he picks up his pace, making my back arch into his onslaught. Sex has never been this good. But then again, this isn't just any kind of sex. This is animalistic, possessive fucking.
"I'm right here," he whispers huskily. "Make me yours."
I arch even further back as his words are the last thing to plunge me into oblivion, making my head spin.
"Shittttttt, baby!" I gasp. "I'm coming. I'm coming." And then my mouth falls open in a silent scream.
My orgasm rocks through my body, at first clenching each and every muscle deliciously, before releasing and making me feel completely weightless.
My arms have somehow fallen above my head, and my fingers grasp at pillows and blankets, frantically searching for something to anchor my body to the bed.
The anchor comes in the form of Edward's hands as he falls forward and pushes the backs of my hands into the bed with the palms of his, pumping into me with reckless abandon.
"Ah," he moans sexily against my cheek as my orgasm crests and gently starts fading away.
His tongue juts out, and once I'm a little more coherent but still shaking uncontrollably, I notice that he's licking at tears that must have escaped from the corners of my eyes.
"Ah, Bella," he grunts as his movements becomes erratic.
"You fuck sooo good," I whisper against his ear.
"Ah. Fuck. Ah, Bella." And then he arches against me, pushing his cock up to the hilt into my still clenching pussy. "Ahhhhh…"
I stare up at his face in wonder as I feel him pulse into me. His eyes are clenched shut. His pouty lips are parted. His arms are quivering from the strain. His beauty makes me dizzy.
I run my fingers over his ass, up his back, softly scratching at the skin as his arms finally give and he slumps down against me. I stretch my legs out and wiggle my toes, enjoying the tingle still coursing through my body.
He places sloppy kisses against my shoulder and neck as we both fight to regain our breaths.
"Fuck me," he croaks against my ear. We both shake for a second in silent laughter, but soon, even that is too much effort and we're silent again.
Edward moves to roll off me, but I twist my legs around his, forcing him to keep his weight on me.
I feel the air pushing out of his nose against my neck as he chuckles again.
He pushes his hands beneath my shoulders and hugs me to him tightly.
"We're so doing that again," he mumbles and then gently sucks on my earlobe.
I shiver and dig my fingers into his back.
"You can bet on it," I finally mutter.
As long as the oasis is right here, why not?
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"I guess I just never saw the signs," I whisper, enjoying the feeling of Edward's fingers as they stroke behind my knee.
We're still lying naked in bed. Somewhere between sucking on each other's mouths and skin, we've turned to face each other in mirroring positions.
And then the questions started. Small, insignificant questions answered in mirth, and sometimes big, heavy questions dealt with gently.
"You loved him?" he asks so softly that I can barely hear him. His eyes are focused on mine, sparkling and evergreen in the dim light of the bedroom.
The rain started up again during the time we've spent talking about all and nothing, serving as peaceful background music to our roving hands and searching eyes.
"Very much." I smile slightly, swatting at his hand as it glides up to my backside to pinch the skin softly. He chuckles as I frown playfully.
"Why did he cheat on you?" Edward's face turns serious. "Is he fucking blind?"
I roll my eyes at him and shrug again.
"Leah was your best friend?" His hand is behind my bent knee again, softly swirling fingertips in the hollow.
"I've known her for as long as I've know Jacob. They went to school together on the reservation in La Push." A small crease forms between his eyes, and I lift my hand to softly flatten it out with my fingers. He pulls my hand to his mouth and kisses my palm. I stroke his cheek once his lips pull away from my skin and drop my hand to the covers between us, tracing invisible circles.
"My father has been friends with Billy, Jacob's dad, since forever. When Jacob and I became friends, I instantly became friends with all the kids on the res. Leah was one of them."
"Why date you in the first place when he could have just been with Leah from the start?" he asks curiously, lifting his hand to push a strand of hair behind my ear, and then moving to rest his hand on my hip.
"I don't know." I sigh heavily. "I never asked."
He nods and runs his eyes over the curve of my body. His appraising gaze makes my skin feel heated, and I rub my thighs together on instinct. His responding smirk lets me know he's noticed.
"Jacob is an idiot."
I blink and then shrug.
"Tell me something no one knows about you." I deliver my cheesy line, but at this stage, I'll do anything to change the subject and the direction of his thoughts. I still have many questions before we give into our need again.
He raises his eyes to meet mine and then smiles.
"I'm an open book." He winks to confirm that he knows what I'm trying to do. "Speaking of books…" He nibbles at his bottom lip almost nervously. "No more lies, Bella."
"No more lies." I nod in agreement.
"Come on, there must be something," I steer the conversation away from that topic. We'll talk about it, but not just yet. Not now, when I have the opportunity of a lifetime to get to know this man better. Edward retorts by poking my side playfully and I giggle – yes, giggle.
The laughter softly fades from his eyes as he stares at me blankly. A heavy sigh escapes his lips, before he runs a hand through his hair in frustration and lets it fall on top of mine, entwining our fingers.
"The mother that raised me is not my biological mother." His words escape his lips in a pained whisper.
I blink at him in surprise as he stares back at me pensively.
"No one knows this?" I ask with a croak, and nervously clear my throat.
"No one but my parents and now you." He nods. My fingers clench around his trying to convey the sympathy and understanding I'm unable to voice.
He offers me a small smile.
"Is that the secret?" I gasp, as the truth finally sinks in.
He nods again.
"I found letters written from my father to my biological mother in his study. I was in my senior year. The letters were all returned to sender. It was months later, after I confronted my father and decided to look for Elizabeth myself, when we discovered that she passed away when I turned fifteen."
"She's dead?" I feel my chin quiver at the sadness of it all.
He lifts his hand to softly stroke my cheek and rub my chin with his thumb.
"Don't cry, baby," he coos, and I suddenly feel guilty for being the one to be consoled when I should be consoling him.
"I'm so sorry," I offer lamely, knowing that no amount of sympathy will bring his real mother back, or give him the opportunity to get to know her.
"It's okay." He smiles and runs his hand from my cheek over my shoulder and down to my lower back, where it rests gently. "I've made my peace."
I nod and smile watery.
"What was her name?"
"Elizabeth Masen." He grins brightly. "She was an art history major when my father met her at NYU. He was attending a seminar presented by a friend, and she was there. They fell in lust, made me and then went their separate ways. When my father's friend contacted him months later and told him she was pregnant, my dad tracked her down. She couldn't keep me and finish her studies, so my father offered to take me." I watch his Adams apple bob as he swallows down his emotions. "My dad had met my mother, Esme, in the meantime. They were in love – enough so that Esme didn't mind that my dad now came with a kid." His voice trails off, and then he shrugs. "The rest is history, as they say."
My eyes follow the lines of the muscles in his forearm and trail its way up to his bicep where they focus on the tattoo.
EM
Elizabeth Masen.
I smile and lift my hand to trace the initials with my fingers.
"I got that the day after I graduated."
"Thank you for telling me." I smile and drop my hand back to the bed.
"Do you have any tattoos?" He changes the subject swiftly, and I let him.
"I'm sure you would have seen them by now." I raise an eyebrow at him and laugh at his wolfish grin.
"Any strange marks or scars?" he presses, running his fingers from the base of my spine to my neck and back down.
I stifle the moan building in my chest as a shiver runs through me. The things this man can do to my body. Holy hell.
"Are you cold?" he asks tenderly.
"No." I shake my head, feeling the start of a blush.
"Do I cause that?" His voice rises in pitch as his face lightens up like a Christmas tree.
"Yes," I mumble in embarrassment and try to tuck my chin against my cheek. Treacherous body.
"Your body is so responsive," he assesses as another wave of goose bumps over my skin while he strokes my back with feather light touches.
I don't answer. I don't need to.
"So?" he probes. "Any strange marks?"
I snort at his persistence and sigh dramatically when I notice he isn't going to let this go.
"I have a heart shaped birth mark on my back," I admit reluctantly.
"Let me see." He doesn't wait for my response before he flips me over so I'm lying with my back to his front.
"Edward!" I squeal in surprise and shake with laughter when I hear his sheepish apology behind me.
"Where exactly?" I feel his hot breath against my spine and shiver once again. "I love that." He purrs in response, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head.
"Lower," I gasp when I feel his fingers graze my skin.
"Lower?" he asks, and I feel the bed shift slightly as he maneuvers behind me.
"I see it," he declares in awe, sounding like a five-year old toddler who has discovered a treasure. I giggle at his excitement, but my giggles are quickly replaced by soft panting when his lips close over the mark.
I can feel his tongue trace the outlines of the heart before he sucks the skin gently into his mouth.
"That's fucking sexy," he whispers against my back, causing my heart to skip a beat. "You're so fucking sexy, Bella." He moves his lips higher up my back and stop between my shoulder blades, licking and sucking at the skin there. "You come so sexy," he murmurs and then moves his lips to the sensitive skin beside my breast and sucks again.
"Oh," I sigh, feeling the heat pool between my legs as his lips taste, and his right hand slowly strokes circles on my hip.
"Let me see it again," he speaks into my ear before moving his hand between my legs and pulling my knee back over his thigh.
"Edward," I sigh when his fingers trail to my parted lips and stroke reverently over them.
"When you moan my name." I nod, urging him to continue. "I get so hard for you, Bella." Two of his fingers dip into my folds and gently stokes over the bundle of nerves.
"When we're at the office and you call my name in anger…" I gasp when he pushes a finger into me. "I fight the urge to bend you over your desk and fuck you right there in front of everyone."
"Oh shit," I groan and push back with my hips, feeling his hardness press against my backside.
"Do you like that, Miss Swan?" he purrs and runs his tongue around the shell of my ear. "Do you like the thought of being fucked by me in front of everyone at work?"
"Yes," I hiss as his finger dips in deeper. I should be ashamed by my admission, but there are many a truth and lie spoken in bliss. I just don't have the attention span right now to resolve which it is.
"You like it slow and deep, right?" he asks silkily as he pulls his finger out and returns it to my throbbing clit. "Who am I to deny you that, Bella?" He speaks without waiting for my response, and then pushes his cock through my entrance in one steady thrust.
"Fuck… Shit," I whimper incoherently and push back against him.
He remains still inside me as his hands move to grab mine. He pulls them over my head until I feel the vertical bars of the bedpost.
"Hold on," he instructs gently, and I curl my fingers around the bar. His left hand closes around mine, and his right moves to the leg draped over his and firmly takes hold of my thigh.
"Are you ready for this?" he speaks again, and for some reason the question feels loaded – as if it refers to more than just the sex.
I nod, unable to form any words. My body is quaking in anticipation.
"Tell me about Forks," he demands, before biting down on my shoulder and finally moving his hips.
"What?" I moan. His question catches me off guard, but given the fact that I can hardly remember my name when he's inside of me, I'm not sure whether I heard him right at all.
"I want to know about Forks," he says between labored breaths as he rolls his hips into mine.
"Um," I stumble over my words, trying hard to focus on anything I can remember about my hometown instead of the way his skin feels against mine. "It's really green." I want to give myself a hi-five for actually coming up with anything.
"Do you like green?" Why is it that such a simple question sounds so dirty coming from his mouth?
"Yes." I nod vigorously, causing him to chuckle against my shoulder as his lips part and lick – part and suck.
"My eyes are green," he states simply. Like I haven't noticed.
"Yes." It's starting to become my favorite word.
"Do you like my eyes?" His hips push forward harshly, and then languidly roll causing my breath to catch.
"I fucking love your eyes," I admit rather unabashedly as we rock together.
Edward pulls my thigh further back, opening me up even more and changing the angle. I whimper as he moans.
"I fucking love your dirty mouth," he pants. "What else?"
"I love your cock," I blurt out as my fingers curl painfully around the bars, holding on for dear life as Edward fucks me into oblivion. Our bodies are moving in unison, becoming sweaty from the strain, slapping together loudly.
"Thank you, sugar." He chuckles and licks the base of my neck. "But we're still talking about Forks, here."
"Oh," I mumble. I'm such a douche.
"It's always wet," I manage as Edward moves his fingers to rub my clit. My hips jerk at the contact and push against him with renewed effort.
"Much like you," he observes and deftly swirl his fingers through my arousal. "Tell me more." I can hear the strain in his voice as we pick up the pace, racing towards the same finish line.
"You don't live there." I have no idea what I'm saying anymore. My brain is in complete overdrive as it prepares for the onslaught of my orgasm.
"No." He shakes his head against my shoulder, "I live here." He emphasizes his words by ramming deeper into me and pressing his fingers harder against the flesh where we are joined.
"Yes," I gasp, throwing my head back against his shoulder. His mouth is on mine in an instant, and I have to twist my head uncomfortably in order to reach his lips better.
Edward moves his hand from my pussy and grabs hold of my arm stretched over my head. He twists at it until I'm able to curl it behind his head, almost turning me onto my back. His mouth leaves mine and roughly claims the nipple closest to him, sucking and then biting down.
That's it. That's all I need. And for a brief moment, before I surrender to my pleasure, I contemplate the fact that he knows my body so well.
"Fuck, baby!" I cry out as my orgasm shoots up from my toes, hits my center and ripples through my body.
Edward follows shortly after, his hips rocking into mine without any set rhythm, words escaping his mouth that would make the untrained ear bleed. I love it.
We lay panting and spent against each other once the frenzy subsides to a low buzz.
"I love Forks," I sigh breathlessly against his hair.
"And my cock." Edward chuckles against my chest.
"That too," I sigh. "That too."
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