Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight. No copyright infringement is intended.
Beta'd by HollettLA.
Last update today. Enjoy!
Higher
Chapter Twenty-Three: Poom Pooms
Knowing the police were coming, I swore my heart stopped; meanwhile, it was thumping away crazily, and so many things happened at once.
As soon as I heard the sirens in the distance—which meant they were still a few blocks away—Edward and Emmett had caught up to me.
Emmett took the bat from me, Edward tossed me onto his back so fast, and then we were flying.
I never looked back, and I don't think I even inhaled a breath until we were in the apartment.
Edward dropped me onto the couch, and all three of us were panting.
All I heard was my own beating heart in my ears and our breathing...
"You all right?" Edward plopped down next to me.
I gulped, my mouth dry, and I couldn't talk yet. I just nodded, but I was still worried.
What if someone tells the cops where we live?
I looked around for the backpack, which was on the floor near the TV. "Hide that." I rasped out.
Edward waved a hand at it, wearing a wide smile. "Yeah…"
"Whew!" Emmett was happy, too. "Haven't done some shit like that in a minute." He slapped his hand to Edward's.
"The cops…" I couldn't believe them.
"Relax." Edward squeezed my thigh.
Emmett placed his hands on his hips, furrowing his brow and staring down at me. "The nails, the cornrows, the doorknocker earrings," he laughed. "What'd you get hit with the ghetto stick?"
"They're just thick, gold hoops." I looked to the floor.
I thought I looked cute this morning—wearing my sneakers, my shorts, and my baby doll tee that shows some of my stomach.
"Only thing new are the nails and the hair." I've had my hoops since last year.
"Don't listen to him. You're gorgeous." Edward kissed my lips. "And the only thing she gets hit wit' is this!" Edward grabbed his crotch from over his jeans, and then his mouth was on mine. He gave me one really sloppy kiss, making my back hit the couch cushions.
Emmett cleared his throat.
Edward stopped to lean away, but he still held my thighs to his waist. "What's up?"
Emmett just widened his eyes and pointed to the back hall. "Do that shit in your room, bro." He sat in his recliner.
Edward grinned, pulling me to sit up.
"What if the cops—"
"No one's gonna say shit," Edward said. "Relax, baby." He kissed my neck.
My heart began to slow. "Are you sure?" I asked. "And why do that anyway? That was so dumb!" Still, I couldn't be mad at him, because now that it was over…I found it hot; it turned me on.
I hated myself before, when I thought Edward was mad at me, but he was angry with them. And my man defended me, my honor, which…made me wish I'd worn something else this morning.
But seriously.
It's the 90s.
I should be able to wear what I want without men being jackasses.
"Respect! That's not dumb!" Edward spat. "I'm supposed to let them do that? In front of me? In front of me?" He pointed to himself. "Nah, I don't fuckin' think so." His attitude was back as he left the couch. "And now they won't do that shit behind my back neither. Other dudes'll know, too…not to look at you. They're lucky the cops were coming. But, yo…sirens be blastin' all the fuckin' time." It's true, around here they do. "They probably weren't even coming for us. A bullshit fight?"
I felt much better. "Okay."
"Abdul at the store wouldn't say shit . . . Lemme see." Edward lifted the screen to hang out the window. "Nah…they must'a just been on Fourth Avenue, passin' through." He came back in.
"Cool," I said.
Edward grabbed the knapsack, going into the room. "Yo, you wanna make that?" he called back.
I nodded, knowing he was hungry. "That was crazy."
Emmett didn't say anything.
"Thanks for having his back." I shrugged, making my way into the kitchen.
"That's my cousin," he sighed, staring at the TV. "You're his girl..."
"You want mac and cheese?"
Emmett was flicking through the channels. "Sounds good, B. Thanks."
After I filled the larger pot with water, I set it to boil, and then I lit the clipped cigarette that was in the ashtray by the sink. It actually helped to relax me even more because I felt all this weird tension coming from the living room.
From where he sat, I knew Emmett could see me, and I bet he glared at me a few times or something.
I turned toward him. "You okay?"
He nodded.
I widened my eyes and arms. "Why are you being weird?"
"Because…I don't know." He changed the channel again. "Look, if I had a girl…I wouldn't let her walk around dressed in poom-poom shorts and a belly shirt."
Self-conscious now, I pulled my shorts down. "As if! They're not that short—these are not poom-pooms." They're really not.
"I said if I had a girl…you know, a general assessment. They just invite cats to look—causes trouble."
"Oh, you're not talking about me?" I asked, keeping my voice down, and I wished this wasn't happening. "I just wanna look good for my man. What's wrong with that?" Maybe I've always been shy, but in the summer, I've never had a problem wearing something that might be a little bit revealing. I despise the heat, too.
He let out a breathy chuckle. "Then wear it where only he can see it."
"Just forget it." The last thing I wanted was for Edward and Emmett to have problems again. It's a terrible feeling, to be the reason why they're at odds. Although Emmett's the real reason, not me. I just wish he'd accept that we were together, or at least not be weird about it, jealous? He gets pissy about Alice and Jasper, too. His friends are happy, whatever.
It's not like I get a vibe from him. Mostly, he's friendly, I'm friendly, but every once in a while…he'll say something like he just said, something weird.
"What's wrong?" Edward slapped my ass, making me jump, and then he walked around me.
"Nothing." I smiled.
He nodded, taking his blunt over to the couch to relax.
Uncomfortable now, I excused myself to the bedroom.
"Baby, you wanna smoke?" Edward shouted.
"No!" I closed the door to lean against it, just needing a second.
When I reached for last night's PJs—an Edward shirt and a pair of his boxers, because I just love wearing his stuff—I thought better. It's getting cooler; we still have the A/C and fans going anyway.
Knowing I wouldn't be hot, I changed into sweats and the T-shirt.
As I took off my earrings, I finally had the chance to look at my hair. Since I know what they look like on others, I had a feeling they'd look good.
But…with having my hair pushed so far back, it made my ears stick out.
Maybe if she only did a few on each side, my ears would be covered a little. She went all out. I had mad cornrows, and they were tight, so I used a scissor to cut each rubber band. It took a couple minutes, and then I felt it…my scalp was kind of sore.
The water was probably boiling, and I snuck out to pour the macaroni in.
Then I went into the bathroom, so I could sort out my hair.
At least I had a good time bullshitting with Irina while she did it. In truth, I only wanted the cornrows because then we had an excuse to hang out; I wasn't alone.
My hair was wavy at the top, and I brushed it out.
When dinner was ready, I loaded three bowls, and then I brought them out to Emmett and Edward. It's not like I have to serve them, not at all, but I thought it a nice gesture. They thanked me.
"What's wrong?" Edward asked.
"Nothing." I smiled, coming back with my own bowl. "I'm good." I took a seat next to Edward, and the three of us watched TV.
We'd watched a sitcom before Edward noticed my hair.
Again, he said I was beautiful either way.
Sitting here with Emmett was boring. Edward's been trying to chill with him more, says Emmett gets sad or something since everyone else is paired off. I think it's bullshit, stupid.
Fuck Emmett. He pisses me off sometimes, I swear. He bitches that he can't meet a nice girl. He's quick to sleep with them or try to, and no matter what they do, they're always hoes. Emmett's never happy, but he's never lonely either, so I don't know why Edward feels badly. He has eyes.
I barely ate, and I was kind of bummed.
After dinner, I was still blah, and I watched some more TV in our bedroom...alone.
Edward joined me twenty minutes later. "What's up wit'chu?" He crawled on his knees toward me.
Since I knew what would make me feel better, I kissed him deeply, and I heard Edward kick off his boots while we started making out.
I didn't waste any time. When he leaned back to rest his forehead to mine, and he was about to say something, too—I pushed him farther back to take off my pants. I got completely naked as Edward just watched. He had that mesmerized little grin on, and it made my breath catch in my throat.
From the fight, he honestly didn't have a scratch on him.
Getting onto my knees, I placed my lips to his once more. Then I squealed when he pulled my legs out from under me; I landed on my back, and Edward hovered over me.
But I was on autopilot, trying to rid him of his jeans, tangling my tongue with his.
He pulled back to nuzzle his nose to mine. "What's the rush?" he whispered.
I gulped, my chest heaving. "I wanna fuck...I need you."
"We didn't get the chance to talk at all. What happened wit'cha moms?"
I groaned. "Nothing important." It took some effort, but I was able to slip out from under him and turn us over.
Undoing his belt felt like a small victory.
Edward had a dumbfounded expression on his face, but he let me undress him. However, when I reached for his boxers, he stopped me. "Come here."
I placed my hand to his chest, and I pushed down, wanting to keep him there. But I did lie to his side, bending low to kiss him.
I had an errant thought. "I should just…not wear revealing clothes anymore. I should wear baggy pants and shirts like Irina, dress like a dude."
"Where'd that come from?" Edward stared at me. "I'm a fan of pants…just sayin', but—"
I didn't say anything, huffing a breath.
The shit with Phil looking at my tits this morning, and then those dumb guys and the fight. The shit Emmett said. Edward's a fan of pants, which is probably a hint of some sort.
"Men shouldn't be so fucking rude. They shouldn't be pigs," I said.
"You're right." Edward pulled me into his side. "Especially if ya gotta man right next to you . . . You're mad at me?"
I rolled over to face him. "Not at all. No, baby." I toyed with his chain. Edward isn't religious at all, but he wears a gold crucifix, which is decent in size.
"Talk to me." He ran his knuckle along my cheek. "What's on your mind?"
"Those guys just pissed me off," I said, because I could NOT tell him the rest. He beats up strangers on the street. He'd go after Phil again, have problems with Emmett. It wasn't worth it, and I'm so going to say something to Emmett. He needs to get over himself.
And I needed to snap out of my funk. It'll happen when Edward sticks his cock in me. That makes the world disappear.
Edward smiled, looking very pleased with himself. "Well, I took care of it."
"You did," I agreed. "I understand why, but—Baby, God forbid you got in trouble. You got arrested and had to do time again..." Edward already has a record. They'd send him back to prison in a heartbeat, and that's one of my newest fears.
He scooted closer, our bodies touching as he gazed into my eyes. "Would you wait for me? I don't plan on going back ever. I'm just curious." He nipped my lips. "This pussy's mine…You won't give it away…You'd wait."
"I'd want to," I whispered. "But if you went away…that'd probably kill me, Edward. I'd try my best to tough it out." I didn't really want to think about that.
Because at this point, I can't imagine my life without Edward in it.
"But you'd wait…stay mine, faithful?" He raised a brow.
"Of course. You own my heart, Edward. I love you…I can't fathom being with someone else, nor do I have the desire to. You—you fill every single need. I love you more than—more than anything." I felt like I might cry, and I looked away. "I don't wanna talk about that. I need-need you like I need air to breathe…" My lip quivered.
"Oh…stop." He held me close and kissed my neck, and I managed to stop my tears before they really started. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Good…You're not allowed. How 'bout that?" I asked, trying to sound funny.
"It works." He nodded as his hand ran down my side. "Christ...look at you."
I leaned more into him. "Touch me." I turned to be on my back, and I spread my legs wide.
Edward let out a slow hiss, his palm running up the inside of my thigh. "So fucking sexy." He looked back to me. "Baby…you're gorgeous. That's why men look." He moved lower on the bed to place a kiss on my stomach. "They can't help themselves." His lips descended, and I squirmed, letting out a large breath. "But you're mine…I don't want them lookin' at what's mine." His voice took that tone.
I shook my head. "Me-me neither."
He bit his bottom lip, his finger sliding down my pussy lips.
I let out another large breath, trying to spread my legs wider, but I was as open as I could be.
Edward scooted up, using his middle finger to rub down the center—what I call the slippery slope.
My hips rocked, and his finger slipped inside of me.
"You're fuckin' soaked, baby." He licked his lips and then bit my nipple.
Breathing heavily, I grabbed his hand, so he'd finger me faster. "Yes!" It felt amazing, my whole body suddenly a live wire.
"I love you." He trailed kisses up to my neck, licking, nipping, and biting, and his breaths kept hitting my ear—making me shudder. "Hmmm." His finger left me, and it was noisy—sloshy almost—and totally fucking sexy. Then he massaged my clit, which made more of those sounds. "You like that?"
I moaned an agreement. "Fuck me, Edward. Fuck me." I was begging, needing his thick cock to fill me.
"Shhh." He kissed me, and I guess I was loud.
Oh well, I thought.
And I hated that I thought about him at a moment like this. But maybe if Emmett heard the things his cousin could do, he heard us, he'd finally realize. I didn't know. That thought actually spurred me on in a weird way. Especially since we don't have the music blasting like we usually do, and I'm always being shushed. Fuck that.
"Come," he whispered, sucking my earlobe into his mouth.
"Bite my nipples." Another plea.
Edward grinned, and then he started making love to my tits again—going from one to the other while his finger continued to make circles on my clit. He'd slide lower, go inside, and then he'd come back up.
I held his hand high, so he stayed focused on my clit.
The butterflies were back—the best butterflies, the good ones.
Filled with lust, passion, and excitement, I was on sensation overload—Edward, just Edward, what he was doing to my pussy, his mouth on my nipples, and the vision of him. His eyes were a darker shade of green, and they said so much. I saw his love, his want and need for me in his stare.
Edward also kept leaning into my hip; I felt his need, too, his hard-on, and I wanted to ride his cock.
"Oh!" I stiffened. "Fuck! Yes, Edward, yes!" I cried through a whine, all my love and devotion—admiration for this man encompassing me, too.
Only Edward can make me feel this way.
My breath caught as I came around his finger, and then I gasped because he wasn't stopping.
"Ride it out, baby. Lemme see," he crooned, bending low to lick my nipple rapidly, his tongue wiggling. Yet, it was light, which teased and heated me even more.
My entire body shook as wave after wave hit me, my pussy pulsating. "Ed—" I wanted him to stop, but I couldn't speak. "Ughhhhh. Oh!" I continued to tremble, covered in sweat, and I'd never felt anything like it before—a hella long, phenomenal orgasm.
"Damn, baby…" His tone was awe-like before he sucked his finger into his mouth. "Hmm."
I huffed and huffed, trying to catch my breath, feeling so overheated. "Christ…I love you."
Edward chuckled, but then he stopped, his brows rising. "Yo…" He wore this surprised yet very happy smile. "Whaaat…?" He scooted closer to look between my legs—briefly looking back to his forearm, which actually had like droplets on it, and then his eyes went back to the sheet.
Suddenly, I was alarmed. "What happened…? Edward?"
He beamed at me, licking up his forearm through a groan before coming close to kiss me passionately.
I'd sat up a bit to meet him, quick to massage my tongue to his, and that's when I felt it—the wet spot under my ass.
"You squirted," he whispered, palming my cheek. "Wish I could'a caught it with my mouth—really seen it. Fuckin' hot." He grunted, going for my lips again.
"What?" Confused, I pulled away.
"You squirted," he said again, smiling like a loon, but I didn't know what that meant.
"Meaning?" I hopped up, and the bed was soaked. There was a large circle, making the blue sheets a shade darker. "I peed?" Mortified, I almost cried. "Oh my God." I left the bed and felt my stomach—where my bladder is, but I didn't have to use the bathroom. Maybe I did? Maybe... "That's disgusting." I held my forehead. "Did I...?" I turned back to him.
Edward's body shook mad hard as he laughed into the pillow, laughed at me—at what I did.
I felt my face crumble, and then I heard what was the front door slam closed. It was loud; made our door shake with its force. No doubt done on purpose.
"Fuck. We should'a put music on, like we usually do—you were dumb loud!" Edward was still laughing, staring at our bedroom door. "Too fuckin' loud!" He cackled away.
I let out a horrified wail, thinking I'd pissed during sex, and he didn't care, thought it funny.
My cry had startled Edward, and he turned to me. "Oh, no, baby..." He leapt from the bed to hug me close.
I cried into his chest. "So embarrassing. I'm sorry. You probably think—"
"What?" he asked. "Emmett'll get over it."
"N-no," I sobbed. "I don't care about him! Fuck Emmett." I wiped my eyes.
Edward cracked up again. "Then—" he coughed through a laugh, trying to compose himself "—why you cryin'?"
I pointed to the bed.
"You came mad hard, baby. How is that something to cry ova—" He left his mouth open, and his eyebrows were almost touching his hairline. "You don't know . . . Oh, baby." He squeezed me once more.
But Edward still looked shocked. "I'm sorry. What you just did was amazing—not a bad thing. I'm da bomb!" He pointed to himself. "I'm the fuckin' man! I can't wait to make you do it again." He chuckled. "You—baby, you're incredible. In-fuckin'-credible. I love you." He peppered my face with kisses.
I shook my head no, my face crumpling again.
"Bella, don't cry." He had that awestruck look to him again. "It's an amazing thing, but you don't know, um." He sat back on the bed. "Look, I don't know the science behind it. Um, sometimes…when women come hard, they squirt." He shrugged. "I've seen it in a lot of porn. Never in real life, but it's very real." He kissed my stomach, his hands kneading into my ass.
I sniffled and nodded. "It's not piss?"
Edward took my hands into his again, bringing them to his lips. "No. It's come, whatever." He kissed my knuckles. "Meaning, you came so hard it came shooting out."
Briefly, I wondered if I could find a book about it in the health section of the library. I doubt Alice knows what it's about. She's new to sex, too.
"It's normal?" I whispered. "You swear? There's nothing wrong with me?"
He leaned his chin to my belly, staring up to me. "Yes, I swear. You're perfect, nothin's wrong wit'chu."
My shoulders slumped, relieved.
"And even if you pissed? S'not a reason to cry like that." He pulled me even closer. "Gotta toughen you up." He touched my chin with his knuckle.
"I was…embarrassed, thought I was gross—thought you'd think me nasty. I dunno." I wiped my tears away. "I've only seen like one porn." And that was years ago.
My father left one in his VCR, and he wasn't home.
I watched it, and I was amazed at eleven.
"Oh…" he laughed. "I can help with that. We'll watch some soon, and then you'll see. But right now—" Edward gathered my naked body into his arms, bringing me onto the bed—quick to climb on top of me.
"That was beautiful." His goofy smile made me grin now. "I make you feel that good?"
"Too good," I whispered.
"Tell me." His nose touched my cheek, and then he kissed down my neck.
"There's something sexy about you using your fingers." I swallowed, his wandering mouth making my body hot again.
"What else?" He scraped his teeth across my jaw.
"Um," I sighed when he started pushing his hard cock against me. "When I'm open for you, when my legs are out, and you can see everything…" I didn't know if I was describing it right. "You make me feel sexy."
"You are." He bit my lower lip.
"Can-can I be on top?" I asked, because he never lets me, and I don't know why that is. He was freaky about the blow job issue until I admitted that I enjoyed it. Edward thought I was only doing it for him, and he thought it was something only sluts did or something—something his girl shouldn't do.
Anyway, he got over that fast, like a week after...that one horrible day. Well, most of that day was horrible until Edward broke his feelings down for me.
That felt like an eternity ago.
I hadn't forgotten my objective either. I just needed him to pound his dick into me. In this moment, I didn't care for everything else, although anything he does is amazing. I just needed it.
"You wanna ride me, baby?" He leaned away to palm my tits and squeeze them, letting out a grunt.
I nodded, my breathing heavy again. "I wanna."
"In a minute." Edward disappeared, hopping away to pull my hips closer. "Open." He nipped the side of my knee, lying on his stomach, while I felt his hot breaths hit my pussy.
My eyes closed and I spread my legs; my knees fell apart on either side of him. And I wondered what I could say that would be hot. When he asks me questions in that sex tone, it gets me even more excited, hornier. "You like licking my pussy?"
His eyes met mine as he wiggled his tongue on my clit—light as a feather, though, barely touching. "I do." He spoke against me and that tickled, making my hips squirm.
I leaned up on one of my elbows, my other hand reaching under his chin to finger myself. "I taste good?" I sucked my finger into my mouth.
It was salty and tasted how my scent smells, which I think is really Edward's. My pussy only has that aroma—and it's not bad. I actually like it, it turns me on, too—when Edward and I are fucking around.
Edward must have liked what I did because he placed his finger inside me.
I moaned, rocking into his hand.
"Suck." His soaked finger came up to my mouth.
I took it back deep, twirling my tongue around it. "Hmmm." My eyes were locked to his as I moaned some more.
"You know…you taste—fuckin' delicious." His voice held so much conviction, and then he growled, his head diving between my legs.
He licked up and down, and then he stuck his tongue inside of me—groaning really loud before muffling his face into me.
"Fuck, Edward!" I hopped up to watch him, pushing his hair back. "That feels so good..." My breath caught, and my hips moved with him, wanting more.
It felt too good, like it always does when he goes down on me.
Overzealous, my hold on his was tighter as I pushed into his mouth. "Yeah," I whined, humping his tongue, and then that finger came back, and he circled it around my hole, and then I lost it.
"Fuck!" I stiffened, only to shake again, coming around that same digit as before. This orgasm wasn't as heavy but just as good, and Edward stopped. He didn't pleasure me to the point of . . . whatever he'd called it.
Spent, I collapsed back, but I had no time to recover.
Edward was quick—just took his cock out of his boxers to ram it into me.
"God…" My gasp turned into a moan. I was as stiff as a board for a second. "That's it."
I missed him.
I missed the feeling of him inside of me.
I'd missed being whole all day.
"My pussy." He growled, pinning me to the bed and hugging me so close—my legs pressed to his flanks.
His arms wrapped around my back, and his embrace was almost too tight—as he started to slam into me over and over and over again with just a slight, yet forceful, push of his hips.
Our bodies were flush against each other, and I enjoyed being had by Edward—his hips were the only things moving, and he was trying to get as deep as he could, be as close as possible.
"Fuck, baby." He bit out, his stubbly cheek scratching against my bicep as he turned to look at me.
I could barely breathe, he was squashing me, but I didn't care.
I just needed Edward to have me—take all of me.
Then he stopped moving; his hands that were under me trailed up to hold my head, his fingers weaving into my hair. Our noses touched, and his kiss was gentle, like his thrusts now.
However, Edward slowly picked up a rhythm, the momentum gradually building, going faster and harder, digging deeper with every buck of his hips.
I swallowed my cries, biting my lips together, and a whine still escaped.
The force he was slamming me with . . . Christ.
I knew my thighs would ache tomorrow, and I loved that idea.
But then he left me so abruptly.
I shot up, thinking he was going to come, but he hadn't.
"I was 'bout to—" He left the bed, his chest moving up and down rapidly, his unwavering stare intense.
"What's wrong?" I panted, missing him, suddenly cold.
"I was gonna come—don't wanna yet. I'm not done wit'chu," he said, settling down again.
"Lemme know next time. You can...come in my mouth, on me." I liked that idea, too. He never comes inside of me—always quick to come in his hand, a condom, or on the sheets.
"No," he said.
"Why—"
"Because..." This time he blew out calming breaths and moved to the middle of the bed, resting back against the pillows. "Come here."
Was he going to let me be on top?
Funny how I was nervous now.
"Wait a second." His eyes widened as he grabbed a rubber from the nightstand. "Damn." Edward let out a chuckle that was mixed with a groan.
Oh, right. Condom.
"You don't have to," I whispered.
He stared at me, pausing. "No...I have to."
My thighs shook as I got closer to him. "You wait." I stopped him from putting it on, bending low to lick up his shaft.
His breath caught. "You're help-helping. I don't wanna—not yet."
"I want you to come...in my mouth," I whispered, wanting that more than being on top. "I wanna make you—"
His abs stiffened and then trembled when I sucked him back.
Edward tasted like our sex, my pussy, and I made a big show of cleaning myself off of him. "Hmmm." I jacked what I couldn't fit in my mouth.
"Stop," he said.
All I did was go faster.
"Shit!" he spat, roughly pushing me away to roll the condom on. "Get ova hea."
"Oh..." I sat back on my calves.
"Let's go." He pulled me closer.
While I held onto his shoulders and swung my leg over his, I straddled his lap, pushing my tits into his face.
He went for them, but I wouldn't let him have them just yet.
My kisses started on his neck and went low to bite his nipple.
Edward hissed.
I reached below us, rubbing his cock into my clit. "Oh…" It felt better than I thought it would. "Shit," I giggled, making his dick tease my entrance before I brought him up again.
"Fuckin' sit on it already." Edward squeezed and spread my butt cheeks, only to bring them back together, digging his fingers into my flesh, letting out a guttural grown. It kind of hurt and felt wonderful all at once.
And despite his words, his instructions for me, Edward pulled me down onto him.
He filled me again, and, in a slight circular motion, I tried to pick up a rhythm like he does. It took a few tries—while Edward's hips bucked up to meet me—but I eventually found a groove I liked.
I really liked. "Fuck…" I was breathy. "Mine," I sighed; his dick belongs to me, and I felt so fucking sexy being on top of him, taking charge.
"That's it, baby…You got it," he crooned.
Edward eased back and down, his hands running up my sides to palm my breasts. He pinched and pulled on my nipples, tweaking them roughly while I started to go faster.
Edward gritted his teeth. "Baby—baby, sl-slow down."
But I couldn't.
I was close, and I was suddenly chasing that orgasm, needing another one—this one.
And I wanted Edward to explode.
My hand came down, slapping his chest to gain more leverage, my feet moving to be flat on either side of him, and he was so deep…
Hitting this one spot…
And then the headboard started hitting the wall, and I dug that.
I was the one doing it.
I was the one fucking him.
"Slow—" Edward's head tossed from side to side. His hands kept coming for me, and I'd hit them away, and then he was gripping the sheets. "Slo—" Edward's stomach quivered. He was covered in sweat, and he wasn't even moving his hips to meet me anymore.
I was in charge.
Gulping and out of breath, I gripped the headboard with both hands, using that to fuck him all the more harder, faster, my hips making circles.
And at this angle, my clit was slightly rubbing against his pelvic bone, and I needed more of that.
"Bella—" he started to squirm "—I'm gonna—" His fingers dug into my ass, holding me too tight, too close, his hips leaving the bed—he was coming, making that face I love.
"Oh, my fuck! Fuck!"
I knew he came, but I couldn't stop…I kept going.
"Fuck, I-I love you." His breath caught again before he let out a loud groan. "Stop—"
That's when I exploded, letting out the loudest grunt, becoming like a statue on top of him—my toes curling. "Ohhhh…" I shuddered.
Then I was limp, my arms and legs feeling like spaghetti.
Edward wasn't any better, lying back and staring at me, his chest heaving. "That was hot—you, you goin' buck wil' on my dick like that." He blew out a breath. "I need a cigarette, like whoa."
I nodded; I needed one, too.
Meanwhile, we were both still, and I swore I could fall asleep, connected to him.
Edward was staring at me. "Beautiful," he whispered.
I was able to give him a lazy grin.
"How many was that? For you? How many times did you come?" He pinched my nipples, making me shiver.
"Um…" I had to do the mental math. "Four."
He waved his arms in the air victoriously. "'Cause I'm the man!"
I thoroughly agreed. "You are." I scooted off of him, and with bringing my thighs together…they were sore already, along with my pussy. It felt…thoroughly fucked and satisfied, which filled me with delight.
Edward was absolutely giddy as he left the bed to discard the condom, grab a smoke. He lit two and handed me one before climbing back into bed.
And as I stared at him, I wondered if he knew I was on the pill. I must have taken one in front of him before. "You know, I'm—"
"We got this shit down now." He nodded, cutting me off. "Almost three months together. Baby, just because…I been around the block don't mean shit. With you, 'cause I trust you, I get to explore and shit." He smiled widely. "Gimme kiss." Edward gave me sloppy smooch, and he's so fucking cute sometimes.
"I don't know if I know what you mean," I admitted.
He raised a brow. "You're only the second chick I've gone down on—the only one I really gone down on. I don't even remember that other time. Yo, it could'a even been a fantasy, some dream. Who fucking knows? I don't remember, but I think I did it once years ago."
"Really?" That made me happy, made me feel special. "And the kissing thing." I caught myself.
"Wha—"
"Wow. We've been together three months?" My tone registered surprise, and I damn near cut him off this time.
But I couldn't tell him what Irina said—about him not making out with women. I guess guys who are promiscuous do that, won't kiss on the lips or the pussy, and I totally get it and am fucking ecstatic.
There are no mouth condoms that I'm aware of.
Although Edward pulled away—the first time I went for his lips, after knowing him like a half-hour—it was only twenty minutes after that he finally kissed me.
And I do feel special because of that. Especially since Edward doesn't seem to have any boundaries with me. His mouth has been on everything, and I mean everything.
"We met on June 10th." He shrugged, blowing his smoke out, and I relaxed.
"Oh, yeah…" I did the same. "It was like two days after I graduated."
"What do you want? Our anniversary?" His fingers lightly grazed my forearm. "I heard three months is somethin'."
"Nothing," I said, my mind running away from me. I thought more about Edward's mouth and where it's been on me. I love him more than anything. I'll kiss his lips and suck his toes if that's what he liked, but I didn't know if I could lick his ass.
"What's that face for?" he asked. "You made a grossed out frown-y face." Edward mimicked my expression.
I giggled. "I was just thinking…" I giggled again.
"About what you want?" He rubbed up my bicep.
"No, but…" I hummed. "How 'bout another night of great fucking?"
"We do that almost every night…and I hope that doesn't change."
I shrugged. "That's all I want, though—time with you."
"You already have time with me…" He grinned, giving my hand a squeeze. "Okay, sounds good."
I put out my cigarette in the ashtray that rested on Edward's abs, and then I nestled into his side. "I love you."
"Love you, too." He placed the ashtray on the nightstand. "What'ya were thinkin' 'bout before?"
I smiled because he always wants to know what goes on in my weird brain.
Especially when he's mushy and gentler after sex.
"Like…how you licked my butt?"
"What about it? You gonna lemme have at that ass?" He grunted and grabbed my hip. Then he slapped my ass. "It's mine."
"Oww." I pushed his hand away, but it didn't really hurt, my whining is just a reflex reaction. Edward's always rough and handsy, but it's not malicious. I don't even think he realizes.
He leaned over to place soft kisses where he hit. "We can definitely…No, I'm sorry. That-that shit might hurt you—you shouldn't be doing that." His mouth went to the center; I felt his breath on my crack, and then he lightly licked up it—
Laughing, I rolled over. "I was wondering—" I stopped his hands when they came at me to grab me "—because I love you so much, if I'd be able to do that to you."
His face fell. "Why would you wanna do that nasty shit? Lick my ass?"
I shrugged, wondering what was so wrong with it.
Just because I didn't know if I'd like it . . . doesn't mean I wouldn't try it.
"You do it to me," I said.
"That's different," he retorted, standing to put his boxers back on.
I sighed, sitting up to get dressed, too. "How is it different?"
"I'm a dude." He fell back into the bed again.
"And I'm a girl…What's your point? An asshole is an asshole." I curled into his side.
He laughed. "That's a great…Whatchamacallit? Like, a way of puttin' things?"
I knew he meant "analogy" but Edward's got so much pride, and every time someone corrects him, even if he asks . . . I know he feels bad after.
"Now, I really wanna do it," I lied to get him away from his question.
"No way." He tickled my side. "My ass is hairy and—nah. Fuck that. I'm a man."
"It's not hairy! Your ass is actually awesome. You have hair, but…" I just rested my head on his chest. "I'd do it—I'd do anything, try anything you want." I let that hang there.
His kiss was gentle. "I love things the way they are. You bored or somethin'?" His brow furrowed.
"No way. Are you kidding?" My eyes widened. "I love everything the way it is, too."
"Cool." He settled down, only to get excited again. "Dude…!" He boomed, elongating the word. "Yo, I didn't tell you."
"What?" I stared up at him.
He started to laugh out loud. "You know how Dad's gotta girl now, right?"
I smiled, so happy for Carlisle.
All those weeks ago, he went on a date with that woman, Esme. They hit it off. He really liked her, and they were taking things slow. Edward said that his father was acting like his mom had only been dead a month or something, instead of ten years. Moving on can be hard, I imagine, and I told Edward that.
Anyway, supposedly they go out to eat every Saturday night—have date nights, which is awesome.
"Yeah, go on," I encouraged, reaching for the blankets to pull them over us.
Edward turned off the lamp and eased down to hold me close. "They finally fucked. Finally."
I gasped. "They hadn't? It's been more than a month."
He shook his head. "I kept tellin' him. I mean…he kept takin' her out, spendin' that money on her—"
"I think Carlisle's looking for more of a companion—he's lonely," I whispered. "And just because he takes her out, doesn't mean she has to put out. He spends time with her because he enjoys her company." I nodded, having gotten to know Carlisle a bit.
"Well, yeah…God. Thinkin' 'bout that shit makes me sad. I'm glad he's happy and hittin' it now. He's been in the dugout too fuckin' long—dumb long." He winced and kissed my forehead. "Yeah, too long, because he asked me when broads started shaving all their shit off."
"Shit?" I asked.
"Pubes, whatever."
"Oh," I giggled.
"You gotta see those old pornos, yo. Bushes like this." He widened his arms.
"That big?" I rolled my eyes, but I was relaxed now and feeling so tired.
"Seriously, baby…I'm happy for him, and he used the condoms I bought him. I'm proud, too."
I rubbed his chest and let out a yawn.
"He said it was good—but he didn't wanna tell me nothin'."
"He's a gentleman," I whispered, closing my eyes.
"Sleep, baby," Edward said softly, placing his lips to my forehead. "I love you."
"Love you." I smiled, nestling deeper in him, happy.
I'd never been this happy before in my life—never.
Everything was perfect, I thought, before giving in to sleep.
Thank you for reading.
Please leave me your thoughts.
Last update today.