The Learning Curve: Chapter 31
Edward Cullen's Magical Bed
Edward's kiss was blistering, so all-consuming that I had my hands on his skin without thinking. I squirmed closer and felt something hard between us - I wasn't so naive that I couldn't tell what it was.
Edward was turned on.
He felt me grinning against his mouth, and he pulled away chuckling.
"Proud of yourself, are you?"
"Yes," I admitted. "Should I be?"
He laughed. "Yes. Mostly because you're cute when you're smug."
"Hey, I thought we talked about that," I scowled. "I don't want to be cute."
He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "But I happen to like cute."
I blushed. "Do you really?"
He pulled me toward him by the hips, forcing me to grind against his erection. "Does it feel like I like it?"
I nodded, a little breathless and a lot turned on. "Can I...touch it?"
He groaned. "Yes."
I hesitated. "Over? Or...under?" I asked, remembering Monday's lesson.
"Whichever you prefer," he said. "You won't hear any complaints from me."
I bit my lip and flattened my palm over the bulge in his jeans, afraid to do too much too soon. I was shocked at how hot it felt, and how impossibly hard. I didn't think it was possible for any part of the human body to be so firm, but apparently I was just as naive as I looked.
I peeked up at Edward. He'd thrown his head back, exposing his very attractive neck, and he breathed hard through his nose.
"Does it hurt?" I asked worriedly.
He let out a shaky laugh. "No, Bella. Nothing hurts right now."
Smiling to myself, I decided to go for it. I popped the button of his jeans with nervous fingers, but my hands steadied as I pulled down his zipper. Edward looked like he was holding his breath.
"Is this okay?" I asked.
"So, so okay," Edward groaned.
I parted the fly of his jeans and stared in consternation at the problem of his underwear. Should I just pull them down, or...?
Edward solved the problem for me. He lifted his hips and gingerly inched his jeans and boxers down. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head when his erection sprung free.
"Are you okay?" he asked when I'd been staring a little too long at the thick, pink, engorged...you-know-what before me.
"Yeah, I've just never seen one in person," I said, marveling at the size. I knew that his size wasn't totally beyond the average, although it was plenty bigger than what I'd ever seen, but still...could that really fit inside a woman?
"It's not as scary as it looks," Edward said softly, as though he could read my mind.
Deciding it was now or never, I reached out my hand to brush my fingers along the shaft. Edward shuddered at my touch, even as I felt a tingle of arousal at the velvety feel of him.
"It's soft," I said in wonder, carefully curling my fingers around him. He shifted with a heavy breath, and I looked up to his hooded eyes.
"How do I do this?" I asked, feeling shy and uncertain.
"I'll show you," he said, and he covered my hand with his. Slowly at first, he guided my hand up and down in a smooth motion. I was fascinated by the weight and texture of him in my hand. It wasn't what I expected; I really kind of liked it, especially when he started to make little noises of pleasure. I wanted to have an effect on him, and a big one.
After a while, he took his hand away, letting me stroke him on my own. I kept the grip he'd shown me and started to experiment a little, letting my thumb brush over the head of him with each pass. There was fluid gathering there, and it wet my hand as I continued.
"Fuck," Edward moaned.
"Still okay?" I asked, but I was gaining confidence. He nodded, mouth hanging open slightly while he watched me. On a hunch, I went a little faster and squeezed a little harder.
"Shit, Bella," Edward groaned. "I'm gonna come."
My body tensed with anticipation. I wanted to see it, and I wanted to be the cause of it. I began stroking him rapidly, unconcerned with the strain on my arm. When I squeezed around the head one last time, he let out a grunt, and sticky white fluid began spilling out in gushes over my hand.
I looked from my messy hand to his flushed face, and something triggered in my memory. He'd looked this way when I came over. Had he been doing that to himself?
I decided not to ask. He looked so content right now, because of me, and besides, I needed to wash my hands.
"Um...where's your bathroom?"
"Oh, um, down the hall to the right," he said, looking rather rumpled and confused.
I sneaked away, a bit confused myself, and washed my hands in what was an incredibly pristine bathroom.
When I returned to Edward's room, he'd evidently cleaned himself up because he was dressed again, sitting on the edge of the bed and running a hand through his hair.
"Hi," he smiled when he looked up at me. He seemed shy again.
"Hi," I whispered, drifting toward him. "Was that...did I do okay?"
Edward laughed a little and tugged on my wrist until I sat beside him. "You were great, Bella. That felt...unbelievable."
A smile tugged at my lips. "Really?"
"Really." He leaned over and placed a soft kiss on my lips, which only reminded me how worked up I was after everything that had just happened. I wished he would touch me again, but I didn't know how to ask.
"Do you need to go home?" Edward asked.
I shook my head, hoping that wasn't his way of telling me to leave.
"Will you stay a while, then?" Edward asked.
I smiled. "Sure."
A/N: What were you saying about long chapters? ;) Next update should arrive in about 24.5 hours.