A/N: So I seem to remember that Edward was in a peculiar position last time we saw him. Oh right ;)…Thanks to all of you, those who review, those who don't, and more generally to everyone keeping up with my twisted mind! XO Steph.
Every part of me is throbbing. My entire body is vibrating from a desire so strong I can't even believe I am feeling it. It seems I don't belong to myself anymore, that I have surrendered everything to my love. My heart is pounding so hard it almost hurts and makes it difficult to breathe. My head is heavy and light at the same time, I feel pleasantly dizzy. And let's not forget the way my dick is trying to free itself from my jeans, desperate for a formal introduction to Bella.
Her hot breath is currently teasing my neck in the most pleasant way, her eyes half-closed and impatient, like she is deciding what to do next. When I hear the sound of my hoodie's zipper and feel her fingertips on my t-shirt, I know she has made up her mind. I frantically help her take the garment off, earning a deep chuckle and a moan. She runs her warm hands on my arms, insisting on my biceps.
"It feels gooood…" I sigh , my breath short because she has started massaging my arms and shoulders under the t-shirt. Her movements are precise, though slow and sensual. She wants to please and she so fucking does.
"You feel good, baby…" She murmurs, delicately kissing my temple. She stops and stares at me for a minute, her face flushed and her eyes undecided.
"I don't know what to do…" Seeing my confused expression, she quickly adds "No, I know what to do, but I'm unsure where to start, you look so…mmmh delicious." Her smile is shy and her hands are trembling, as if she doesn't dare to take the next step.
"Bella?" She raises her eyes to mine. "I don't care what you do, baby, just keep touching me…Here, let me help you." I take my damn t-shirt off, wanting direct contact, now. Bella emits the strangled sound that I love so much, the one she made when she landed in my lap, not so long ago.
After that, she is everywhere. Her hands, her mouth, her hair, all over my chest, my stomach and my face. I inhale her as much as I can and do some touching of my own, pushing her sweater over her head and cupping her breasts in my hands. It makes her stop what she is doing and I don't like that. So I whine.
"Why did you stop?" My voice is incredibly hoarse and words seem blocked in my throat. I don't want to speak, I want to feel.
"Well…"
She kisses me lightly and caresses my nipples, making me squirm.
"I really enjoy you undressing me…"
She continues her ministrations and starts toying with my pants' buttons.
"But I really want to focus…"
She unbuttons the first one and a moan escapes me.
"I want to worship you…"
Two more buttons and her hand is hovering right there.
"Edward?"
She starts pulling my jeans down.
"Yes?" I manage, my eyes closed.
"I want to touch you. Can I?" I could come. Right. Now.
"Y-y-yes, Bella, please…" I plead. Her responding whimper tells me it was not necessary.
My jeans are off, practically torn by our impatient hands. My boxers follow, slowly, under Bella's feverish fingers. I'm naked on her bed and she's still half-dressed. I don't feel vulnerable, though, or weak. I feel free. Wanted.
"Baby…" Bella groans.
"What?" I rasp, my dick at full attention. It twitches every time Bella touches me.
"Are you ready?" God, yes.
"Yes…"
The heat is unbearable and I need her to do something, anything.
She does.
"Oh fuuucckk…" I swear when she circles her hand around my dick and starts pumping very slowly. I'm leaking and she uses it to pleasure me. Her thumb teases my slit, ever so softly. There's a soft smile on her face, she looks proud of herself.
"Have you ever done that before? With a girl?" She asks, still pumping me, almost nonchalantly.
"N-no, never…" I croak, concentrating not to blow my load too quickly. The sensation is excruciating and delicious. Sweet, sweet torture.
"Do you like it?" She breathes, her breathing labored. She's affected too.
"Uungg…" I moan loudly. She's just started to quicken her movements. She's using both her hands now and the pressure is just right.
"You know…" She starts. Her hands go slow, then fast. Slow. Fast.
"I've dreamed of doing that to you…" Slow.
"Since that day, at the coffee house…" Fast. My back lifts from the bed.
"I felt you…" Slow.
"Hard…under me." Fast. I moan, my teeth biting my lips so hard I'm almost drawing blood. She whimpers and squirms.
"You felt so good Edward…" She's relentless now, settled on her goal. Driving me crazy.
"I wanted to feel you…" She touches my balls, wrapping them in her warm hand. Squeezing.
"Inside me…" That does it. I explode over her hands, in thick spurts. My orgasm seems to last forever and I moan and thrash, under Bellas's kisses and whispers of "I love you".
"I love you too…" I say after I finally regain consciousness.
Her face is glowing and a ridiculous smile stretches my lips. I feel sated, like I've never been before. I clean myself quickly in her bathroom and she does the same. Our eyes never leave the other in the mirror. The atmosphere gets heavy again and I see her chest heaving with want.
"Your turn." I smirk.
Sorry if this one is a bit short but I thought you'd like it. Did you :)?
