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August 3, 2001 – Santa Cruz, California
"Don't think I didn't see that."
I looked up and played innocent. "See what?"
He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. "That's my favorite shirt."
"Well, it's my favorite shirt now, too."
"That may be, but I think you should leave it here."
"Why?" I asked, still not removing his beloved shirt from my bag. I didn't care how many times he argued with me about it, the Aerosmith was mine.
Edward walked closer and lowered his lips to my ear. "What do you think is going to get me through the weekend when you're not in my bed?"
Tingles shot through me and I fought back a moan. This was going to be our first weekend apart since, well… you know.
"What do you think is going to get me through the weekend without you?" I shot back at him.
He pulled back, eyes dancing between mine. And then he smirked. "I guess I can settle for my sheets smelling like you, instead."
Before I knew it, my back was hitting his bed and I was giggling as I bounced on his old mattress. In just those few seconds, Edward had my pants unbuttoned and his hands worked insistently, dropping beneath the fabric of my underwear to tug them both off at once.
"What are you—" I started to ask until he dropped the pants on the floor and hovered over me, his mouth cutting me off.
"Shh," he said against my lips. He slid his hands down my stomach, touching me softly. Fingers pushed at the inside of my thighs, spreading me open.
I tried pushing him away, but he held firm and his hands tightened. "We're going to be late!" I insisted.
"Don't care," he murmured, his eyes watching the movement of his hands as he placed both of my feet at the edge of his bed.
The way he looked at me then made me feel more vulnerable than ever. He could see… everything. And though it made me nervous to be on display like that, it was also powerful to realize that just looking at me did things to him. He still had that little smirk lifting one side of his cheek as he bent down and kissed my lips.
Just as I was getting into it, he slid lower. My shirt was lifted my shirt up under my boobs and Edward took his time, blowing warm breath along the middle of my stomach. His lips danced along each hip before his tongue joined the mix.
Squirming, eyes closed tight, and heart beating heavily in anticipation, I had no clue what he was planning until, but asking would have taken away half of the fun. Instead, I watched him. He tasted the inside of each thigh, eyes closing with every kiss and lick and little teasing bite where his teeth would bring goosebumps to my skin.
He hummed and grunted like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted in his life. I heard him settle on the floor between my legs and then I felt his warm breath there.
His hand followed, fingers sliding up and touching me gently before his tongue touched me. I nearly shot off the bed. My hands tightened around the blanket beneath me and natural instincts pushed me to try and close my legs. It was so much; too much. All at once.
I'd never felt anything like it before. I sat up as much as I could and a whimper escaped. I stared down at him. His eyes were soft, bright green and so, so loving. His hands reassured me and I didn't stop him.
He was soft at first, giving me the time I needed to adjust. Slowly, my body relaxed back against the bed. His hands continued to hold me open to him as his tongue moved, swirling left and right and up and down.
My insides were shaking with nerves and pleasure; I breathed deeply as my eyes closed and I gave myself over to the feeling of his mouth on me.
"Fuck, you taste good," he hummed, and the vibration of his voice brought my hands to his hair.
His eyes closed as he continued and I watched him, my fingers sliding through his hair. He moved one of his hands down my thigh, and just when the shaking had finally started to calm a little, I felt his fingers slide across me before pushing inside just the slightest bit. Teasing just at my entrance, wiggling as his tongue started moving faster.
"Oh, god." I pulled his hair and his tongue faltered as a groan escaped his lips.
He moved faster, and his finger slid deeper. The burn in my belly was growing, growing, swirling hot and my body went crazy all at once as he did that curl thing I loved so much and sucked my clit against his tongue. I was coming before I even realized it, squeezing his fingers as they slid in and out.
Panting, I shut my eyes tight while my body continued to shake with spasms of the remaining pleasure from my orgasm. Soft kisses trailed across the inside of my thigh as I lifted one hand to my chest and held it to my pounding heart and tried to catch my breath.
Edward stood up, bending over me and looking smug as he stared at what I was sure was a flushed and sweaty me, and very purposefully licked his lips.
"You don't play fair," I said, covering my face with my hands, suddenly feeling embarrassment over what had just happened. Where Edward had just had his mouth…
I had never let Riley do anything like that, no matter how many times he'd asked.
His hands were soft on my thighs and his lips were wet against my neck. "You liked it…" he trailed off, like it was a question.
I peeked out at him from beneath my hands and fought back a smile. He still looked smug. I didn't want to admit he was right, but I was sure it was written all over my face.
His grin told me he didn't need me to tell him how good it felt.
"Come on, we're going to be late," he said before lifting my leg to nip at the inside of my calf. Then he turned and walked out of the room.
"Sexy bastard," I whispered to myself as I got up on legs that felt like Jell-O and put my clothes back on.
It was going to be a long weekend without him.
I've actually never written a scene like this before, and ngl, it still makes me blush.
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