Edward's POV
"Principal Swan?" Lauren, the student aide, knocked once on Bella's door frame and then poked her head in when Bella called that it was open. "Mr. Cullen is here to see you."
"Thanks, Lauren. Go ahead and let him back."
Lauren stepped back, her gaze traveling over me once before she smiled—coming off more needy and childish than the sexy I thought she was aiming for—and said, "Ms. Swan said you can go on back, Mr. Cullen."
As if I hadn't been right there to hear her. Instead of saying that aloud, I nodded. "Thank you, Lauren."
The young girl giggled and reached up to twirl a strand of hair around her finger. "My pleasure, Mr. Cullen. If I can do anything else for you..." Her voice trailed off as she let her eyes move over me once more.
Pointedly ignoring her obvious come-on, I stepped around her and into Bella's office, closing the door behind me.
When Bella looked up and smiled, I was nearly bowled over—the same feeling now, two months after we'd first kissed, that I'd felt then. She was dressed as ever the professional, in a navy skirt and white dress shirt, but the look on her face was one I'd only ever seen directed at me, and not a bit of it was professional. She looked like she wanted to strip me naked and have her way with me.
Striding quickly to her desk, I pulled her up and into my arms. We didn't have a lot of time before my lunch was over and my next class began, and I intended to make the most of it. Bella squeaked as I picked her up and put her down on her desk, not paying any attention to the papers scattered on top. Stepping between her legs, I slid one hand up to cup the back of her neck as I dropped the other to her knee.
Bella's tongue darted out and traced her lips, wetting them, as her gaze grew heated. The longer I stood there and watched her, the heavier her breathing became, until she was nearly panting with anticipation.
"Edward," she whimpered, grasping my shoulders and trying to pull me closer.
"What, baby?" I murmured, drawing her close with the hand on her neck, until we were sharing breaths. "What do you want, Bella?"
She huffed out a breath when I didn't move farther. "Kiss me, damn it."
She was so eager for my touch that she was already trembling. It was just how I'd wanted her. For four months, we'd been seeing each other, ever since that afternoon in the supply closet. We'd spent at least three nights a week together, until the last week. I'd been gone to the state music festival and contest with the choir, and I'd gotten in late the night before, so this was the first chance I'd had to see her in four days. We'd spoken on the phone several times, and the phone sex had been a first for both of us, but it had done nothing but left us feeling lonely and unfulfilled. I'd told her to be prepared because the first chance I got, I was coming to kiss her and make up for the time I'd spent away.
From her needy reactions, it was clear she was ready for me.
Finally giving in, I closed the last remaining distance and pressed my lips to hers. It was more than a simple kiss. It was breathy moans, twisty, velvety tongues, and each of us reasserting our claim on the other. And when she bit down gently on my lower lip, I groaned softly and tightened my hand on her thigh, sliding it up a few inches under her skirt.
She whimpered my name again, and I shook my head.
"Hush, baby, unless you wanna let Lauren and whoever else is out there what I'm doing to you in here."
Bella's eyes rolled back as my hand moved up even higher, my fingers tracing the edge of silk and lace under her skirt. She grasped at my arms, her fingernails biting into my skin through my shirt sleeves. When I finally moved to cup her fully, she jerked against my hand.
"Lean back on your hands, Bella," I murmured softly, moving my hand from the back of her neck and around, trailing my fingers down her skin, along the edge of her blouse, until I was toying with the top button.
When she was holding herself steady with her palms flat on the desk behind her, I popped the first button at the same time that I moved my other hand up and then dipped back down into her panties. She was hot, slick and damp against my fingers as I slid them through her curls and found her slit. Bella gasped before promptly biting her lip to keep herself quiet as I continued opening her shirt until I could easily push it open to see the white lace covering her breasts.
As my fingers swirled around her entrance below, gathering her wetness, I pulled one bra cup down, freeing her breast, and then leaned down, taking the dusky pink tip into my mouth. I began to lick and suck at her nipple as I finally slid one finger, then two, inside her, immediately feeling her clench around them as she hovered on the edge. When I bit gently at the tender bud, Bella gasped and nearly fell back on the desk as her arms gave out. My hand at the back of her neck kept her upright. She trembled even more when I curled my fingers inside her, stroking her the way I'd learned was guaranteed to make her see stars. I swallowed her cry with my kiss as she came, clenching tight around my fingers.
Bella, still breathing hard, began grasping at the buckle of my belt, chanting softly, "Off. Take them off. Need you."
What we'd done was dangerous enough, but when I slid my fingers from her and sucked them into my mouth, I was powerless to resist. She tasted like sin—tart and tangy, fresh and clean, and just all Bella. I quickly released my belt and popped the button on my pants, letting Bella work the zipper as I lifted her with one arm while shoving her skirt up around her waist and pulling her to the edge of the desk with the other hand.
When my pants were around my ankles and she was leaning back on her hands, holding herself up, I yanked her panties aside and thrust hard, until I was buried as far inside her as I could go. We both groaned softly as she adjusted to my size, already fluttering around me. When I couldn't wait any longer, I began to move, setting a hard and fast rhythm.
Bella's heels dug into my ass as she wrapped her legs around me, only spurring me to move harder, faster. Papers crinkled under her ass, and rather than ruin whatever she was currently sitting on, I pulled out, much to her obvious displeasure. When I picked her up and set her on her feet, turning her to face the desk, Bella groaned and bent at the waist, looking over her shoulder at me as she rested on her forearms.
Within seconds, I had her skirt around her waist again, and I reached out to pull aside the scrap of fabric between her legs. I took a moment to just look at her: pussy lips plump and glistening with her arousal, clit swollen and peeking through, just begging to be touched. I groaned—much too loudly, but unable to stop myself—and guided my cock back to her entrance, sliding easily through her wetness until I was seated inside her.
As I began to fuck her again, I gripped her hips, biting my tongue to keep from cursing at how tight she was. My balls began to feel tight, and I knew my orgasm was just...right there. But I wanted to feel her come around me, so I growled so low, I was afraid she wouldn't hear me, "Touch yourself, baby. Make yourself come all over my cock."
With a shuddering gasp, Bella dropped one hand from the desk and reached down to where we were joined. Her fingers brushed over my dick as I slid in and out of her, and I knew the moment she began fingering her clit, as her whole body jolted and she nearly squeezed the fuck out of my dick when her body tightened. She gave a soft, keening cry and flew over the edge, which pulled my orgasm from me in a rush of sensation. I slammed hard into her one last time as I spilled myself inside her.
I dropped my head to her back, breathing heavily. When I finally pulled out, Bella chuckled softly and handed me a couple of tissues from the box on her desk, using a couple on herself as I cleaned myself off and tucked my dick back in my pants. Then I grabbed a few extra tissues and wrapped the used ones up, sticking them in my pocket so I could make a stop in the teacher's lounge bathroom and dispose of them in the toilet there.
When I'd gotten myself together, I helped Bella straighten her blouse and then smoothed out a few messy stray hairs before pulling her into my arms.
"Best stop in the principal's office ever," I murmured into her hair as she laughed softly.
"Mm," she hummed, leaning up and pressing a kiss to my lips. "Now, get back to work, mister. Class starts in—" a quick glance up at the clock on the wall "—ten minutes, and I need to get some work done, too."
"Yes, ma'am," I retorted, grinning when she reached out and swatted at my arm. "See you tonight?"
Bella nodded, smiling. "My house, dinner?"
"I'll pick something up and bring it over. What sounds good?"
"Your choice," she said with a shrug.
With one last kiss to her lips, I checked my clothes one last time and then opened her door. "Thanks, Bella. I'll let you know once I've looked into that last question," I said with a wink where Lauren and the secretary, who was back from lunch, couldn't see.
"I'll look forward to hearing, Mr. Cullen," Bella said, her principal's hat firmly back in place.
"Ladies," I said with a nod as I stepped through the office.
There was a smile on my face that I was sure would give away what I'd been doing for the last fifteen minutes, but I was too damn happy to care.
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A/N: Just something that came to me this morning that I wanted to write. I'm not expanding it or anything. This is just a treat. (I hope!)