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August 8, 2001 – Santa Cruz, California
I began to realize very quickly that when Edward didn't want to talk about something… he really didn't want to talk about it.
And I also discovered he liked using sex as a distraction.
He'd figured out that all he needed to do was kiss me in a certain spot, grab me in a certain way or whisper something dirty in my ear and I became putty in his hands.
I tried to fight it. Trust me, I did.
After the fourth time he refused to talk, I stopped trying to figure it out and just let him keep it bottled up. It wasn't healthy – for either of us, really – but I didn't think there was much else I could do. If he wanted me to know, we'd talk when he was ready to. Until then, I was determined to enjoy the 'fruits' of his diversionary tactics.
In other words, I was chilling behind some seriously rose-colored glasses.
"I like you in my shirt," he murmured, kissing a path across my stomach. I squirmed as the scruff on his jaw tickled my skin. Of course I was wearing the Aerosmith again.
"I know," I moaned, pulling on his hair to bring his mouth back to mine. My panties were gone, his underwear were hanging from a lamp. I think. Neither of us really seemed to care at that moment.
But he definitely wanted me to keep the shirt on.
Edward crawled up my body, using his knees to spread my legs wider as his mouth moved closer to mine.
"Hi," he said, kissing me as his hips flexed back and forth and the tip of him ran along me.
My eyes closed in pleasure.
"Shit." I tugged his hair again and lifted my body toward him. "Don't tease."
His hands slid beneath my butt and he lifted me before expertly turning us both until our spots were reversed. He stretched out beneath me, hands still gripping my bare ass and pushing me into him, coaxing me to move. I wasn't sure who wanted it more, him or me. I rolled my hips slowly over him, enjoying how it felt when he slid against that place that made me see stars.
"I want you like this," he said, lifting his head off the bed and licking my bottom lip. His eyes were wide, all lusty and gorgeous, and he looked so sexy under me.
I sat up with my hands on his chest and bit my lip. "I've never done it this way before," I admitted.
"It's just me. You don't have to be nervous," he whispered, hands lifting to my breasts. He ran the very tips of his fingers along the outside of my nipples and I tried to keep my eyes open.
"But…" I started, not sure if I wanted to express to him how I was feeling. "What if I do it wrong?"
He gave me his lazy, sexy smirk and sat forward, lifting my shirt so he could take a nipple into his mouth. "Trust me, you can't do it wrong," he said against my skin, just before he bit down and then sucked it into his mouth to soothe the ache from his bite. I loved when he did that.
I wrapped my fingers in his hair and held him against me. "I trust you," I breathed.
"Good." He continued kissing me; my chest, my nipples, that little spot right beneath my ear as I rolled my hips over him, coating him with how good he made me feel. His sounds and touches made me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.
Chests pressed close, he kissed me hard and I was so turned on, I just needed him inside me. I told him so.
He grinned. "I like it when you tell me what to do." I moaned in response. "Scoot back just a little bit, Baby."
I did as he asked, sliding back along his thighs and then looking down as he reached between us and stroked himself. He whimpered as he flexed his fingers around himself, and it was one of the hottest things I'd ever heard. He placed himself at my entrance and lifted his eyes back to mine. They begged for permission, and I gave it without hesitation. I wanted him so fucking bad.
My legs were shaking as emotion swirled in my belly. I was nervous, but excited too. I knew Edward would make it good; that he wouldn't let me do anything wrong. I knew he'd work my body like he always did and that he'd never betray the trust I had for him when it came to everything—including being with him this way.
He worked his fingers along the skin of my ass, rubbing me. Both of our eyes watched as he finally pulled me closer. Slowly, he slid inside me and I groaned at how good it felt, digging my fingernails into the skin on his shoulders. As he slid deeper, I held tighter and Edward hissed through his teeth while pushing his forehead against mine. I kissed him hard. It was desperate, sloppy, all wetness and teeth.
"Are you okay?" he asked, breathing heavily through his nose.
My head dropped as he worked me over him again, sliding in and then out. He was deep; deeper than he'd ever been before. Deeper than anyone had ever been before. And it felt so good and different and I couldn't stop from moaning that I was more than okay. Something about the position felt even more intimate than the way we had done it so many times before, and I tried my best to keep my eyes on his.
I wanted to see how he felt, wanted to know what he liked. His heart pounded out its own rhythm against my fast-paced thump as we moved together. Our faces were close, breaths mingling. I kept my eyes glued to his, hoping he could see everything that I felt for him.
His hands moved around the outside of my thighs as he lifted his hips and pulled me forward, and we rocked against each other. He gave me time to get used to the position, to the burn in my legs and the feeling of him inside me that way.
"God, that feels good," I mumbled, scratching across his chest.
"Yeah?" he asked, smiling smugly as he let go of my legs and pushed his hands under my shirt.
I licked my lips. "Yeah."
"Want you naked now," he grunted as I slowly rocked my body against his again.
"Okay," I moaned, feeling braver and wanting more as I moved a little faster.
He slid his hands higher, lifting the material over my head. As soon as it was gone, his eyes zeroed in on my breasts. He tossed the shirt over his shoulder and leaned forward to take my nipple between his lips again.
His hands returned to my ass and urged me on, moving me faster but still letting me lead. Letting me selfishly move and do whatever felt good for me. And I took advantage of it, testing myself, testing him. Deep and then shallow, slow and then faster. It all felt good.
"I told you, Baby," Edward moaned against my chest.
"Yes." The word was longer than its three letters should have allowed for as I swiveled my hips around him.
Edward's mouth found mine again and he pushed his tongue between my lips in the same way I pushed my hips against him. I moaned into his mouth and he let out a heavy breath as he pulled back just a fraction of an inch, opened his eyes wide and whispered, "Harder."
As he said the word, his hands returned to my ass and he slid my body forward roughly. I cried out and he held me there as his eyes squeezed shut and he bit his lip. Seconds passed and his breaths mixed with mine until he kissed me once more and then lowered himself to the bed, stretching out beneath me.
I stared down at him. His eyes were molten fire as his hands slid with the movement and he gripped the top of my thighs.
"Harder," he said again.
My hands fell to his chest and I watched his face closely as I did what he asked, moving my hips and taking him harder, faster. And every touch, every kiss, every move brought me closer to him, brought him deeper inside me and brought us higher until the room was a concerto of whimpers and groans, skin slapping and sheets swishing as both of us closed in on pleasure we wanted so badly.
Staring at me, hands holding me so hard I was sure there would be bruises tomorrow, he moaned, "You look so fucking good right now."
I dropped my chin to my chest and my hair encapsulated us in our own private world. Edward reached up and pushed it back, leaning up to kiss me before dropping back down on the bed.
He moved one of his hands between my legs and touched me, moving his fingers against me until I thought I might die from feeling too good. It was harder to move when he did that, but his other hand kept me rocking and he lifted his hips into mine as he pushed me closer, closer, closer.
Then it was only him and me and nothing else as my world shattered into a zillion starbursts of perfection. From the way he moved and held me so tight I knew he was there, too.
His hands were unyielding as they squeezed at my skin and hips and breasts, and the noises he made kept me moving, kept me confident. When it was all over and he guided my body to his and held my face in to his lips, I was sure it'd never been better. That it never would be.
And we lay together, just like that, falling asleep with him still inside me.
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