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A/N Okay so this lesson was about action and reaction. So many thanks to Jonesn for the wonderful lesson which can be found on the PTB blog. Please leave me your constructive criticism :)
The fire is so warm on my face. I feel the tingle in my cheeks and the heat is making my eyes water, but still I edge closer. My nose stings from the smell of burning wood, no doubt my nasal passage will be black with soot. But I don't care. I tell myself I need to be sizzling hot because the cold of the night is pressing so chillingly against my back, but that's not true.
I'm practically sitting in the fire now. The orange, red and yellow of the flames dance over my pink-from-sitting-so-close skin. It's pretty. It's hypnotising. It's still not enough to distract me from my thoughts. The fire heats my skin while the liquor burns my insides. If I throw myself on the bonfire would the vodka act as an accelerant?
I watch my old friends as they dance against each other. It's a recipe made up of a large helping of alcohol and weed that's been mixed together with teenage hormones and the feel good factor that is the start of summer. The result is grinding, grabbing, high-gravity-heavy petting and a whole lot of kissing. That is if you have someone to be with.
I shouldn't have come but he promised he wouldn't leave me alone, and that was enough to tempt me. I didn't want to sit here and watch as everyone else had a good time. Don't worry he'd said I'll be there he promised. Well he lied. And now here I am guzzling warm vodka that does nothing for me but pull my thoughts down.
Is it just me or is the heat and the alcohol beginning to make me hallucinate. I see him standing on the other side of the fire. It's like he's burning, eternally burning, but not suffering. Maybe that's why he lies so well. Maybe he is the devil. Maybe I've drank enough.
But no, he is real. No hallucination could ever compare and he looks too good to be my imagination. He circles the fire, his eyes never leaving mine, and they're so dark. The black of his eyes reflects the glow of the fire and it makes my stomach clench. I should be pissed but all I can feel is relief that he didn't leave me alone. Not again.
He's all boy-cocky and swagger as he strides towards me with his long limbs and athletic build. I shiver and it has nothing to do with the cold. His crooked smirk stops my heart but it's my name on his lips that kills me.
"There's my Bella. Why are you always near an open fire? If you're not careful someone might think you're the devil."
Edward's words melt my insides with a tone of amusement and danger. His voice drips sex. If you bottled it the world would fall to their knees. He is an addiction and I am his willing abuser. He flows through my veins, soothing and burning all at the same time. One kiss and I was his.
Our faces are inches apart. The sweet smell of Mary Jane laces his breath as it fans across my flushed skin. Our lips are almost touching as I learn closer, pulled to him by nothing but need and desire.
"Where were you?" I'm breathless whispers and drunken insecurity.
"I lost track of time, baby. I'm sorry" His response is mumbled against my neck as he nuzzles closer, his breath tickles me. I don't think smoke is all he's done tonight.
His hands wander my body. They squeeze, grab and pull until I ache. He knows how to work me into a frenzy of need. I feel his touch in my bones. Every squeeze of flesh squeezes my heart just the same. Teasing kisses stir my soul the same way they stir my desire. I feel him everywhere.
"Let's get outta here, baby." His words are sin personified as they're mumbled against my ear, the warmth of his breath hotter than the bonfire. He is temptation. He is the devil.
Edward pulls me to my feet and spins me. Laughter full of joy flows from me as I twirl up into the heavens. I dance with the glowing embers in the night sky. I'm always surrounded by the stars when he's here. His hand, scorching hot, against the small of my back grounds me again.
We walk away from the crowd, away from the heat and the glow, and straight into cold and dark. My skin pebbles as his fingers stroke along my bare arms. Twigs and branches snag at my dress and scratch against my exposed legs, but I don't feel anything but him.
Edward stops us from going any further by spinning me dizzy again. It's so dark but I don't need to see to know that desire is smouldering in his eyes. It gives me a feeling of power to know I affect him this way, that he's full of lusty need because of me, it thrills me.
His hands slide up my body from my waist, tickling across my ribs and barely brushing against the outside of my breasts making me breathless. His fingertips tap against my collar bones, tingling my nerves, before sliding around my neck while his thumbs caress my jaw. I shouldn't like his hands around my neck but I do. The heat of his palms pressed possessively against my pulse points radiates until it encompasses my entire body. I'm so hot, maybe I did jump into the fire.
Edward rests his forehead against mine, our noses slide together and we share the same breath. The intimacy rocks through me stirring feelings in me that I know are too dangerous to have for this kind of boy. My hands are fisted in his jacket at his waist holding his hips against mine. Every breath we take is felt by the other as we share the same space. If you shone a light between us it wouldn't be visible.
Chest to chest and hips pressed together I still don't feel close enough to him. The chill in the air coupled with the rise and fall of Edward's chest against mine has hardened my nipples. The way the soft material of my bra shifts against them every time Edward inhales is making them ache so good.
My hips start to rock subconsciously against him. The teasing-almost-there friction from my circling hips is heavenly torture. The movement tugs the material of my panties against my wet, and I start to feel how much he wants me. The harder I grind against him the bigger and thicker he grows.
Tiny whimpers and moans escape from my open, panting mouth and fall against his pouty lips. Edward slides one hand into my hair, fisting the strands to keep his composure I assume, while the other slides down my arched back. My entire body feels like a live wire under his touch. He grabs my ass and I gasp at the primal growl that rumbles in his throat when he realises he can get a whole cheek in one hand.
Edward backs us up until I'm pressed between his overheated body and the hard, rough bark of a tree. He slides his hand down to my thigh and lifts it up and out opening me to him. I feel the coolness of the night under my dress for a moment before he moves back into place between my legs. Waves of delicious pleasure roll over my body at his contact. His hard denim is pushed against my soft wet cotton and it gives me a high I've never felt before.
We're grinding together now. Pushing, rocking, and sliding together. I lick my dry lips and catch his bottom one with the tip of my tongue. The groan Edward lets out clenches me harder.
"Edward." His name falls form me like a prayer and I'm sure I've just sold my soul to Lucifer. "Kiss me already."
I feel his smirk more than I see it. He always enjoys it when I beg for him. But then he's licking my lips. Sucking the plump flesh into his mouth and nibbling on my pout. Our teeth clash together as our lips push against each other's. Mouths open, tongues tangling and all the while we grind, circle and rub our hips together. He tastes like bad choices and mint freshness.
We aren't being quiet and careful now. Not like last time when he shushed my words and sounds of pleasure. Now it's like he wants them to know. When his teeth graze against my neck making me cry out he groans possessively, and when his fingers move from my hair to roll my nipples through my dress forcing a breathy curse from me he encourages me to be louder.
Edward pulls the front of my dress down taking the cups of my bra with it. Goosebumps litter my skin, from the air or from him I don't know. I can barely make out when he moves his head down so when his lips wrap around one of my nipples the yelp that I let out is half pleasure half surprise. He sucks my rosy nub and uses his teeth to apply the smallest amount of pressure making me buck my hips more forcefully against him. It's maddening and just intensifies the need building in my pussy.
The sound of Edward lowering his zipper is startlingly loud in the lonely forest, but I've been waiting for that noise all night.
"I'm gonna fuck you so good, baby. Tell me it's alright, tell me I can." Edward is desperation and want, and it has me forgetting all about rules and safety. The guttural need, his possessive grip and the way he still needs my permission sets my soul on fire.
I nod my head, my cheek sliding against his; it's all I can manage. Edward grasps the back of both my thighs and suddenly I'm weightless. Trapped willingly between wood and Edward is my new favourite place to be. I wrap an arm around his shoulder while the other squirms and slides between us in a desperate need to line us up.
When my cool palm wraps around Edward's warm, so-hard-for-me cock we both moan and whimper. He thrusts into my hand even as I'm guiding him into me. Using my thumb and the tip of his cock I push my panties aside. As soon as he enters me it's like he loses all control. Edward pumps his cock into me hard and fast. He hits me deep making my thighs tremble. I cling to him, one hand grasping his shoulder the other fisted in his hair, as he fucks me so hard.
Every circle of his hips slams me against the tree and even though I can feel the bark cutting into my skin I don't tell him to stop. My pussy clenches around him as he stretches me so good. He whispers his pleasure into my ear, the brush of his lips and the dirty talk causing me to shiver and moan.
"It's never been like this. You're so wet for me. This is my pussy, say it."
And I do, over and over. I yell into the night that he owns me. I don't care who hears it. I'm his and he is mine.
I don't know if it's the way he hits my clit with every thrust, if it's because I'm so wet you can hear it in the still night air, or if it's because he's whispering filth into my neck, but I'm coming. Spasms rock me as the pleasure rips through me. It starts in my pussy and explodes out until I'm nothing but the moon and stars. My fingers have clawed and I just know I've left marks in his skin. Nothing shines brighter than my smile at that thought.
"You feel so good, Edward. Come for me, please. Make it your pussy." I smile as my words have their desired affect and Edward roars out his orgasm.
We fall harder against the tree as Edward's pleasure leave his limbs shaky. He rains kisses over my neck and face as he twitches inside me. Will I ever get enough of this boy?
He fixes my dress for me once he's able to breathe again. The sweetness of his gestures clenches my heart just as hard as his body made my pussy clench moments before. We decide it's not worth re-joining the party, after all who needs them when I have Edward. We skirt around the edge of the crowd, hand in hand, and head towards his car.
I can't wait to see the marks he's left on me; I hope they're as big as the mark he's left on my heart.