The Learning Curve: Chapter 32
Edward Cullen's Bed
We ended up lying side by side on Edward's bed. He had one arm around me, and I couldn't help turning my head to kiss him.
Edward kissed me back sweetly, and I didn't know whether I wanted to pounce on him or cuddle into his side. I settled for turning toward him and throwing a leg over his. He caught it and rubbed my thigh, and I let out a moan.
He smiled and pressed a kiss below my ear. "Do you need something, Bella?"
I nodded vigorously, so glad that he'd asked.
"The same as last time?" he asked as he trailed his hand up to my hip.
"If that's okay."
His lips brushed against my neck. "It's more than okay."
"It is?" I wasn't sure what that meant. He slid his hand to the small of my back and turned us so that I was beneath him. I looked up to his slightly smiling face, and his eyes were sharp and clear.
"I love touching you, Bella," he murmured, and he slid his hand under my shirt, spreading his fingers across my abdomen. "It's addictive."
I let out a breath. "I like touching you, too."
He gave me a grin mixed with just a bit of surprise. "You do?"
I bit my lip and nodded.
"You see, Bella?" He leaned in and pressed his nose to mine as he reached up to cup my breast in his hand. "The way you just said that was so cute - so much sexier than the other girls that try too hard."
"You think so?" I could feel his warm breath on my face, and I wanted so badly to kiss him.
"Mmmhmm," he said calmly while his fingers worked magic under my shirt. "You're so perfect just the way you are."
I felt warm all over. He really did like me. It was unbelievable, but undeniable, and that was okay because I wanted it to be true.
"You're pretty perfect yourself," I whispered.
"Only 'pretty' perfect?" he teased, eyes gleaming. "You wound me."
I laughed, but it turned into more of a gasp when his hand turned up at the fly of my jeans. "You're plenty perfect enough for me."
"Mmm, okay. When you put it that way, I'm perfectly satisfied," he said, his voice growing husky, and his hand brushed over my underwear, left exposed by my now open jeans.
He stroked the satiny fabric lightly, and I squirmed, trying to get him closer. He made a little moaning sound and dropped his head to my shoulder, where he kissed the side of my neck.
"So, so sexy," he mumbled, and his fingers slid beneath my panties. I lifted my hips and whimpered in relief when he touched my clit.
"Yes," I sighed as he pushed a finger into me. He added another and rubbed his thumb against my clit. It felt fuller than the last time, and I loved it.
"Harder," I pleaded with him. "I need it."
"I'll get you there," he promised in my ear, nuzzling at my neck.
And he did.
A/N: Sorry, a little later than anticipated. Took forever getting home - some big wreck. See you tomorrow!