Hi! Thanks for stopping by. I'm constantly amazed by all of you that do. We have many new people that put this little story on alert or favorite this week. My thanks to RiaMaria for recommending this little thing on her story Waking Up. If you haven't been reading that, run, do not walk, to read it. It is fabulous. And I kinda love the author, too. LOL I know you all wanted to shoot me for leaving our friends in the middle of a date. Well, here's the conclusion. Which I might add, is nearly twice as long as any other chapter thus far. My most heartfelt thanks and bewbie gropes to Breath of Twilight, without whom this little chapter would never have seen the light of day. Truly! Thanks also to RobotMoose, WickedWriterChick and, of course, BellaMadonna. Without whom there never would have been Ticket to Love. Hope you enjoy the second half of 'the date.'
Disclaimer: All the usual disclaimers apply. I'm not Stephanie Meyer, I don't own Twilight or the characters therein. She alone has that honor.
BPOV
"Where to now, oh masterful planner?" I ask teasingly. The day, so far, has been absolutely unbelievable. The canoe trip was relaxing, and watching Edward's muscles working under his t-shirt? Well, let's say it was beautiful scenery. Not just a little panty-melting, either. Lunch was romantic and sweet, and the kiss after . . . Wow! Let's just say it had me thinking about foregoing the rest of the date and taking him home with me to have my wicked way with him. He's being a perfect gentleman, though, excluding the fuck-hot kisses, and it's very sweet.
"We're going somewhere I'll bet you've never been. I'll even bet you've never heard of it," he teases back. Gah! Is it possible that I love this man?
"I'm sure you can think of something . . ." I goad him, reaching over to pat his thigh, maybe a little higher than I should have.
His verdant eyes get big and round and he shifts a little in his seat. I sneak a peek at him out of the corner of my eye, behind my curtain of hair, to see the impressive bulge he's sporting and chuckle a little to myself. Now he knows how I feel. Every time he kisses me, it causes a flood in my underoos, but I'm not about to let him know that. Especially not when I'm enjoying getting to know him and really liking what I'm learning. The sex was great, but I'm not looking for a friend with benefits, nor do I think he is. I'm going to try to put the sex aside and see where this can go, without it. . . Maybe . . . If I can resist . . .
While he drives, we talk. It seems we never run out of things to talk about. About half an hour later, Edward pulls up in front of a building, a house of sorts, built entirely of logs. Hanging from the eaves of the front porch is a sign that says 'Log House Museum.'
"What is this?" I ask, confused by this seemingly out of place building.
"What does the sign say?" he teases back with a smirk on his beautiful face.
"What do you mean 'what does it say?' I know what it says. What does it mean?" My frustration with his vague nonanswer answers mounting with each passing minute.
"I figured you'd like to see some of the more obscure history of the Seattle area, and this is pretty obscure," he answers with a bit of a huff. I can see I'm not the only one getting frustrated. "Come on. Let's go check it out. I've never been here, either."
He opens the door and helps me out of the car. We walk up the wooden steps to the porch of the old building. It's quite rustic looking, but in amazingly good shape. We enter, looking around at the displays in the room. There's a tour about to begin, so we join it, figuring we'll learn more that way than if we try to do a self guided tour.
The history of the building is fascinating. It was actually a carriage house, originally. The main house is now a restaurant. The docent also gives the history of the surrounding area on Alki Head, which is what this little peninsula is called, including how Alki Beach was a resort area in the early 1900's. We walk out to Alki Beach, following our tour guide, as she explains how the resort came to be. A bit later, the group heads back to the museum gift shop. Edward insists that we commemorate our visit with matching hoodies. I protest, but to no avail. It is getting a little chilly with the wind blowing in off the water and the sun beginning to make its descent toward sunset, so I secretly welcome the warmth of the hooded sweatshirt.
Climbing back into the car, Edward announces, "We have only one more stop on our tour of Seattle today. I'm taking you to dinner."
I gawk at him, astounded. "Don't you think you've spent enough money for one day?" I ask incredulous.
"I only told you because I thought you might want to freshen up a bit, and maybe change clothes," he retorts, but with a leer thrown in for good measure. Looking me up and down as if he'd like to change my clothes himself.
"Since I don't know where you're planning on going, I don't know whether what I'm wearing is appropriate. Do I need to?" I ask, suspicious now.
"You might feel more comfortable if you do," he answers with a knowing smirk. "You might be a little underdressed. While you could probably get away with the jeans, you might want to lose the tank top. They frown on tank tops and muscle tees."
Gah! What does he have planned? If I could 'get away with jeans' I probably wouldn't be comfortable in jeans and that means expensive. I can't believe the money he's spent on this date. Maybe I should take him to dinner. "Edward? How about I take you to dinner, tonight? You've already spent a fortune today. I can handle dinner."
"Nothing doing. This is my date, I planned it and I'm taking care of everything this time. I'll take a rain check on the dinner, though."
Well, if I give in, then there's another opportunity to see him, right? "Alright. We'll play it your way, but you owe it to me to let me make good on the rain check. Okay?"
"Agreed. Now, let's swing by your place so you can put on something just as sinfully appealing, but more appropriate for the evening, and I can be even more astounded by your beauty.." My cheeks warm at his words, and I turn my head away to hide my wide smile.
"Would it be okay if I changed there, too?"
"Yeah. I think I can handle that. You can even shower, if you'd like. You worked pretty hard this morning in the canoe." My mind drifts back to the way Edward looked with the paddles in his hands. His arm muscles tensing and relaxing, the veins bulging with the strain; the way his shirt clung snugly to his well-defined chest . . . Stick a fork in me, I'm done. Shivers run down my arms, to my thighs, and shoot straight on down to my girlie bits.
"You okay?" He's instantly attentive.
I startle and immediately feel my blush start at my chest, slipping up my neck and to my face. I gulp and try to stutter my way through this potentially embarrassing moment, "I'm fine. Great, even. Just had a chill's all. Would you please tell me what you have in mind for dinner so I know what to put on?"
He hums and haws, and I just know he's seeing right through my bullshit. I stay quiet and wait for him to call me on it, but he doesn't. He lets it go, for now.
"I guess I can do that. But you have to promise not to get mad or complain, 'kay?" Sighing, I agree not to get upset. "We're having dinner at Sky City. I've already made the reservations."
My feelings of arousal are gone instantly, and I am now feeling inadequate and incredulous, "You're kidding, right? There's no way you got reservations there."
"Yes, I did. Now, I'd like to get the show on the road here. Our reservations are at six. I want to eat at the top of the needle while watching what promises to be a fabulous sunset." He smiles that dazzling smile, looking just so full of himself, and he knows he has my interest piqued and there's nothing I can say in rebuttal. I don't let him know he has gotten to me, instead I just smile and genuflect to his obvious mastery of date planning.
I dig out a pair of khaki slacks and pair them with a silky earth-toned print surplice top that ties at the waist. My hair is up in a messy bun, and I finish off the outfit with a pair of brown peep-toe wedges. Simple, but effective. A little mascara and lip gloss and I am ready to go. I know I look nice.
Edward takes advantage of the shower I offered and reappears dressed in a pair of black wool slacks and a charcoal grey button-down shirt. The top few buttons are left open to reveal a moss green t-shirt underneath. Seeing him dressed like this takes my breath away. I use what's left of it to give a low whistle. "Dr. Cullen, you clean up real nice," I state the obvious and let my eyes peruse over him appreciatively.
Apparently, I have the same effect on Edward. His jaw drops open slightly, and he rakes his eyes over my body, head to toe, several times before adjusting himself and indicating that I should turn around by making a circle in the air with his finger, with an almost inaudible groan. I oblige. By the time I'm back to facing him his eyes are dark and hooded. He steps toward me, almost as if he's the predator and I'm the prey.
His arms reach around me, pulling me forcefully to him, as his lips crash into mine. He wastes no time deepening the kiss and exerting his dominance. I moan into his mouth as he crushes me against the couch. "You are just too gorgeous," he mumbles as he presses his whole body against me. I can feel his erection pulse against my stomach. I'm almost ready to throw out my resolve of no sex when he breaks the kiss with a moan of his own.
He backs away from me. I immediately feel chilled without the warmth of his body pressed firmly into mine, and whimper.
"We have to stop. I have to stop, or we'll never make our reservation. I do, however, want to finish this discussion later," he jests, though he still looks rather intense, his eyes still hooded and dark.
Grasping my hand, he leads me back out to the Volvo and settles me in the passenger seat. I could swear I hear him growl as he closes the door. Conversation is almost nonexistent as we drive to the restaurant. I worry I may have pushed Edward a little too hard, or maybe he tested his own restraint too much, with the kiss before we left. I twist my hands in my lap and sigh softly just as a valet opens my door and helps me out of the car, at the base of the Space Needle. This is one of the most amazing structures I've ever seen. It's beautiful in a futuristic sort of way, and a visit here is also rather pricey. I've satisfied my curiosity by just looking up at it and checking out the pictures on websites since my arrival in Seattle several years ago. I've never been up there. No matter how wary I am about the cost, I'm still very excited. Just to simply go up to the observation deck would be amazing. And, to think I'm actually going to have dinner up there, with a man, a very sexy, sweet man. I'm just… Wow! This is going to be a night I'll remember for a very long time, I'm sure.
Edward rounds the hood of the car and comes to my side and places his hand in the small of my back. I can feel that tingle right through my clothes, and, of course, it just serves to remind me of the incredible lusciousness of the man attached to the hand. I have to restrain myself from jumping him and concentrate on why we are here. He directs me to the elevator where we wait to make the 500 plus foot climb. Once inside, we can see clearly through the wall of windows that is the side of the elevator car. It takes less than a minute to make our ascent. The view is spectacular all the way up and nothing I have ever witnessed could ever compare to it. I'm mesmerized, absolutely astounded, and very happy to have Edward at my side for this experience.
When we finally reach the top, I'm almost disappointed. I just want to get back in the elevator and do that over and over again. Edward gives his name to the maitre'd, who ushers us to a table next to the windows. I can't believe I'm actually sitting in this restaurant. "Did you know that it takes this restaurant exactly forty-seven minutes to rotate a full 360 degrees?" I ask, my eyes huge, looking out of the window high above Seattle's skyline.
"I knew it was less than an hour, but no, I didn't realize it was exactly forty-seven minutes," Edward shakes his head and chuckles. I'm sure I look like a kid at Disneyland, but I can't help myself. I am totally in awe of this place.
"I didn't know you were so into the Space Needle."
"It's just such an incredible feat of engineering for it's time. And this restaurant? It was the second rotating restaurant ever built. Of course, it was called something else back in 1962, but the first one was in Hawaii, and it's closed now." I start spewing random information about the Space Needle, making myself look like even more of a dork.
"Why haven't you ever come up here then?" Edward asks, obviously confused by my intense interest and the fact that I've never been here.
"I don't know . . . well, yeah, I do. I just haven't been able to justify spending money on the ticket if I wasn't going to be doing something special up here. And I certainly don't go out to dinner at restaurants like this by myself. Also, I've never had anyone to enjoy it with." The last bit I mumbled in nearly a whisper, hoping I wasn't coming across as a total loser, and knowing I probably was.
"Bella, I've never been up here, either. For the last reason you mentioned. There's never been anyone that I wanted to share this experience with, until I met you." My heart beat picked up at his confession, and I let out a soft sigh as he continued, "I know we haven't known each other that long, but there are so many things I can see myself doing with you, and for you, that I never expected to want to do." Edward's eyes are shining, the emotion in them bubbling up and out. I quiver internally at the thought that those emotions are directed at me. How is it possible that he is looking at me like that?
I wonder what he sees when he looks at me like that. Can he see how I'm feeling inside? Can he see my confusion? Does he know how scared I am?
I smile, maybe a little late, because Edward's eyes are looking a little more cautious. "Okay then, I guess you don't have any recommendations, do you?" I change the subject. I can't handle much more of those eyes looking at me that way. I know I'll crumble; I know I'll admit to feeling the same way, and it's much too early in the game for that.
Shaking his head slightly, Edward looks at his menu, "Not really. I haven't heard that anything wasn't absolutely great, though."
I open my menu and blanche. I can't believe the prices on the entrees. None of them are under thirty dollars and the menu says the minimum per person is thirty-five. If I had realized dinner was going to be this expensive, I would have declined. Oh, who am I kidding? No, I wouldn't have. But I would have insisted on going Dutch.
"What would you like, Bella?" Edward asks, "I won't have you even looking at the prices. I should have asked for a menu without them. So don't look at them. Order what you'd like. You don't know much about me or my family, but rest assured, I'll still be able to eat for the week, no matter what," he chuckles at me.
I nearly spit my water out after that little schpiel.
"Do you think you'd like to share the Dungeness Crab and Artichoke Dip with me? I know if I eat it all I won't be able to eat my steak."
"Ooh! That does sound good. Are you sure?" I glance at the menu to check the prices of the steaks. Whew, the least expensive steak is more than what I really want to order. "I'm thinking of having the Grilled Wild King Salmon. It kind of reminds me of my dad. He loves to fish. He used to take me fishing all the time when I was little."
The waiter comes to take our order, and Edward takes it upon himself to order for both of us. Not that I mind, he did order what I said I wanted. Then he orders wine. Which is a good thing, because, I know nothing about wine, but, right about now, I can surely use some liquid courage..
Edward doesn't give any more impassioned speeches during dinner. The food is fabulous, and conversation is comfortable. The wine is just right. The incredible view is changing every minute. And we are facing the west when the sun dips below the horizon and the sky is a glorious mess of pink, orange, blue and violet. Edward really seems to know a lot about this exclusive restaurant stuff. I'm more than just a little curious about that.
I'm learning a little more about Edward's family. I learn that he has an older brother, Emmett, and a younger sister, Alice. I also find out that he's roommates with his sister, while she's in college, and he's working through his residency. I learn that he is following in his father's footsteps in becoming a doctor, and that his mother and father are still together after over 30 years of marriage.
This last bit impresses me.
I've never known any couples that have been together that long.
I tell Edward about my family. No siblings, my parents divorced when I was quite young. I lived with my mom in Phoenix until she married my step-father, Phil. I tell Edward about my summers spent in Forks, hanging out with his friend Billy and Billy's son, Jake. I tell him about how I went to live with Charlie when I was a junior in high school and how hard it was being the teenage daughter of the Chief of Police.
By the time we are ready to leave, Edward knows more about me than anyone besides my own family or my best friend in high school, Angela. Even Angela isn't in the know since I left Forks; I don't keep in touch very well with her. My fault, but, I don't want to bother her since she married Ben and they've started their family.
We go up to the observation deck to walk around and check out the city lights from high above. As we walk and talk we point out different buildings and landmarks that we recognize. Once around the deck and we head for the elevator, and I find myself growing giddy and excited again. Like I said, I'm almost as easy to excite as a kid with ADHD. We step inside, and Edward holds out his hand. I take it as I gawk through the glass. Everything looks different this time, and the bright lights rushing up to meet me are breathtaking.
Once our short ride comes to a halt, the valet brings Edward's car around and he helps me into the car. When he gets situated and the car is started, Edward turns to me, "I'm sorry we didn't have dessert," he begins. "Would you like to go get some pie or something?"
"Oh, Edward. I'm really full. Dinner was fabulous. I couldn't eat anything more. Honestly. Thank you, though, for the offer." I really was full. I think if I tried to put another bite in my mouth my stomach would revolt. Besides, this is the part of the date I'm most nervous about. He's taking me home. What does he expect? What do I want? Argh! I can't decide. On one hand, I really, really like Edward, in fact I think my feelings are more than that. But, on the other hand, I don't want to appear easy, or loose. I want Edward's respect. But I also want his body. I've never had this kind of attraction to a man in my life. I'm in way over my head, here.
The drive to my place is quiet. Edward reaches over and entwines his fingers with mine and rests our hands on his thigh, rubbing circles on the back of my hand with his thumb. Occasionally he raises our hands to kiss my knuckles. Internally I swoon, and, of course, I let him. He's too sweet for his own good, or mine, for that matter.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Edward breaks the silence when we're nearly there. "You're awfully quiet over there. Have I done something wrong? I thought we were having a good time." He sounds as though he's afraid of something. It makes me feel terrible that it's my silence that's made him uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry. I was just thinking," I say in little more than a whisper.
"What are you thinking about?" he asks sounding apprehensive.
I'm not sure how to answer him. Do I tell him how confused I am about my feelings? Can I tell him that I'm scared of how much I feel, so soon? Shall I tell him I don't know whether to shake his hand at the door or drag him into my bed and ravage him? I'm so confused. I'm so scared.
"I don't really know how to say this," I begin. From the corner of my eye, I can see him gulp deeply, his Adam's apple bobbing, and it's crazy, but I can't help but find even that simple action sexy as hell. "I really don't date much, and I'm a little worried about what will happen when we get back to my place."
"Why would you be worried?"
"I just don't know what you expect. Our last date ended in a way that I've never ended a first date before," I can feel the color rising to my cheeks. Fortunately, he can't see it in the dark of the car. "I won't say that it wasn't one of the most memorable nights of my life, but it was very much out of character for me, and I don't know how to feel about all of this."
"All of this?" Now he sounds incredulous. Great.
"Yes, all of this. I'm debating over here. Should I just shake your hand at the door and thank you for a wonderful day, which would be in character for me; or should I drag you into my room, which would be totally out of character, but what my heart tells me to do?" I sigh, somewhat exasperated with myself for so openly confessing my thoughts.
"Oh, well . . ." Edward stammers. Seems I've caught him off guard. "I wholeheartedly agree that our last date ended as a highly memorable night, and I'll confess to wanting to repeat that, but I really don't want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. If me coming into the house and spending time with you makes you uncomfortable, please, let me know."
Can I believe his words? Would he still want to see me if I did shake his hand at the door? Maybe just a few kisses at the door would be a better goodbye. I mean, it's not like we are just friends. No matter what, we are way beyond that. In fact, I can't imagine not having him in my life. And I am baffled by my feelings. How can he be so important to me in such a short amount of time?
I make my decision. This time, I'm going with my heart.
Edward pulls the car up to the curb and hops out, running quickly to my side to help me out. The second his hand touches mine, the tingles are back. I know in my heart I'm making the right choice, I just have to convince my brain it's right.
He walks me to the door, and I put the key in the lock. He puts his hands on my shoulders to turn me toward him, then wraps me in his arms, tucking my head under his chin. I feel him kiss the top of my hair and loosen his grip. Pulling back a little, he chucks his finger under my chin and lifts my face to him. Very gently and softly his lips brush mine, and I melt into him. He smells so good. I could stay wrapped up in him forever. As my body relaxes into him, he takes the opportunity to kiss me again, more forcefully this time. I can't help the whimper that escapes as his tongue runs along the length of my lower lip, begging me to part them. I open my mouth and my tongue meets his, stroking and tangling together. Too soon, he pulls away, looking into my eyes with his emerald eyes hooded, yet glinting in the moonlight, peering deeply, looking for I'm not sure what. What ever he sees must satisfy him because he turns the key in the lock and opens the door.
Standing here, looking at this beautiful man, I can't imagine having made any other decision but to ask him to stay. I take his hand and pull him through the door after me. He stops, just inside, and closes the door.
"Bella?"
"Yes. I want you to stay." I reach around him to throw the locks on the door and lead him to my room.
I turn around when I reach the bed and reach for his shirt. Fisting my hands in the fabric, I pull him to me and tilt my face up toward his. He obliges and leans down for a kiss. This is no chaste kiss. It sears me to my very soul. I can hardly make my fingers begin to work the buttons loose on his shirt. I'm not in a rush, but I am determined. I'm going to do this. I'm going to take charge. I'm going to make him want me as much as I want him. He will know, when I've finished with him, exactly how I feel.
He begins to tug on the hem of my blouse, and I shake my head, "No, Edward. It's my turn. Just relax."
He snorts, "That's easy for you to say. I'm wound up so tight here, I'm like a jack-in-the-box about to spring."
I chuckle at his analogy just as I finish unbuttoning his shirt. Placing my hands on his bare chest, I slide them up to his shoulders, over his nicely defined pecs that are just perfect for licking. As my hands slide up his chest, I pepper the smooth skin with tiny kisses, scratching a little in the sprinkling of hair along his sternum. I push his shirt off his shoulders at the same time. When the shirt is gone, I bring my hands down to his abs, exploring the dips and ridges, and slide them around him as I move behind him.
I push my hands firmly up either side of his back to his shoulders and begin to knead them. "I said to relax. Here, let me help." Edward groans as the muscles in his shoulders begin to relax and become more malleable. "See. I knew you could do it," I breathe as I sprinkle open mouthed kisses across his back. I move back around in front of him, trailing my fingers lower and lower.
Grasping his belt, I unbuckle it and use it to pull his hips toward me. His breathing is heavy, labored, and his eyes are slits of jade. Unfastening the button and fly of his slacks is the work of a moment, and I drop to my knees in front of him, pulling down his pants and baring his bobbing erection to me. Edward's chest heaves as he realizes my intention.
I reach out to grasp him firmly, yet tenderly, in my hand. Sliding my hand down the velvety skin then back up to the head, I swirl my thumb over the tip, gathering the moisture there and using it to help lubricate his shaft as I pump again. I look up to him, his lips are parted and his eyes mere slits as he watches my hand sliding up and down his length. Too soon, he grabs my wrists and pulls me up to him, hungrily kissing my lips and reaching again for my blouse.
Again, I back away. "Uh, uh, uh. I said relax." I turn him and push him to sit on the edge of the bed, while I bend down to remove his shoes and socks and free him from his pants altogether. His eyes are roving all over my body as I untie the knot at my waist and unwrap the blouse from my body. He sucks in a breath when he sees the shiny sheer bra beneath. My nipples are puckered and taut, poking out of the bra in an exaggerated fashion. He licks his lips. I can see the effort he's putting into his restraint as his erection jerks, pulsing in his lap.
Turning to face away from him, I unfasten the khakis and begin sliding them off my hips, bending a little sooner than necessary to push out my derriere in his direction. I hear a low growl when the matching thong is revealed. Which is to say, he doesn't see much but little blue strings disappearing around my sides and down the crack of my butt, and a little tiny bit of blue between my legs. I feel his hands on my hips, and I suddenly find myself pinned beneath him on the bed, his mouth nearly savage on mine.
"I couldn't take any more. And I'm not sorry," he growls while continuing to kiss and nip at my lips, as his hands knead my breasts and pull and tweak my nipples. The sensation is heightened by the continued tingles that pass between us always. I can hardly think, but I want to control this. His hand strays to the center of my chest and pops the catch on my bra, baring my breasts to him. He returns to his work while laving my neck with openmouthed kisses working his way down.
I wrap my legs around him and use the leverage to roll us so I'm sitting up straddling him. He gasps and tries to sit up. I hold him down by leaning down toward him with my hands on his chest. I move his hands above his head and press them down whispering, "Stay."
It's my turn.
I bury my face in his shoulder and breathe him in, then turn my head to kiss and lick my way down his neck. His head tilts back into the mattress as he breathes heavily. I continue my exploration of Edward's body by trailing my fingers along his chest, followed closely by my lips. When they reach his nipples, I lave them with my tongue before sucking and nibbling, and he gasps then moans quietly. Slowly, I make my way further down his body, swirling my tongue and blowing softly across the newly damp skin, watching as gooseflesh pops up in its wake. I can tell it's taking a great effort for Edward to remain still, to keep his hands above his head.
As I reach his abs, I feel his erection pulsing against my breast, betraying his arousal and need. I smile to myself that it is me making him this way. Rather than provoke him further, I slide down between his legs and lick a wide swath from his base to his tip, then run the tip of my tongue around just under the ridge of the head, before sucking gently on it. His hips rise off the bed as he lets loose a loud moan of pleasure. I take him into my mouth as deeply as I can, shielding my teeth with my lips. His hips begin rocking with the rhythm of my head bouncing up and down. Before long, I feel his hands resting gently on the back of my head. No force is behind them, they're just there letting me know he's with me.
Finally, his hands reach down to cup my face and he pulls my mouth off of him. Sitting up slightly, he grabs my arms and pulls me back over him. My knees part, and I'm straddling him again. He reaches up to cup my breast and tease my nipples with one hand while the other snakes between us to stroke my sex. It's my turn to gasp as his fingers find my clit and begin to circle then slip inside me, curling forward to stroke that sensitive area behind my public bone, only to return to tease my clit. My hips begin to move, imitating the action that I most want to feel. I lean down and capture his lips with mine, none too gently, nipping, tongues tangling.
I can't take it any longer, and I reach down to align myself with him and sink down quickly, fully encasing him inside me. I suck in a huge lungful of air at the sensation of being so filled. My eyes clamp shut, and I can't move, it's as if I'm paralyzed being impaled so. My lungs finally release the breath, and I begin to move, rocking my hips back and forward, feeling the delicious friction of him retreating and re-filling me as well as my clit rubbing against his public bone. "I love . . . the way we feel together," I say. My eyes fly open, startled by what I'd almost said. His eyes are fastened on my face and a smile spreads across his lips when our eyes meet. It's almost as if he can read my mind.
He grabs my hips with his hands to direct my actions. His hips are flexing up and down as mine rock back and forth. He begins to quicken our pace, and his eyes close, his mouth making an 'o' shape as he hurtles toward his climax. He doesn't forget about me, though. One of his hands leaves my hip and his thumb presses on my clit, working alternately in circles and direct pressure. Before very long, I find myself hurtling headlong with him toward my own climax. My legs begin to shudder, and he rubs more vigorously on my clit, and I begin to splinter. White lights explode behind my eyelids. My whole body quivers as Edward's hips rocket off the bed, his body rigid, and I feel him pulse inside me.
I collapse against his chest, my body still feeling like tiny bubbles are popping all over me. He pulls me closer in his arms and exhales heavily. We stay that way for . . . who knows how long. Recovering. Our bodies slowly returning to normal heartbeats and breathing patterns. All the while I feel his kisses on my hair, my neck.
"Are you alright?" Edward asks softly.
"A little more than alright. Being with you, like this . . . I think it just keeps getting better and better," I whisper, barely able to stay awake.
"Sleep, baby," he says, stroking my hair. "What time do you have to be at work?"
"Don't," I say.
"Don't what?"
"I don't have to go," I mumble as I snuggle into his side with my head on his chest. His heartbeat is my lullaby.
e/n I have some slightly disheartening news. Real life has started rearing its ugly head. School has started and life is busy. So, updates might not be every Monday from here on out. However, I will try to make certain they are no more than two weeks apart. I'm sorry, but I didn't want you to be expecting it next Monday if it doesn't happen. :'(
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