The Learning Curve: Chapter 76
Edward Cullen's Bed
"Will you undress me?" I whispered, feeling at once brave and vulnerable and completely safe. I'd never known such emotional upheaval until I met Edward.
He nodded with anticipation in his eyes. His hands lifted the hem of my blouse and I lifted my torso, allowing him to pull it over my head. His eyes roamed over my skin and stilled at the sight of my bra.
"That's...a good color on you," he said with some strain.
"Thank you." I ran my hand through his hair, wanting to touch any and every part of him.
Edward kissed me softly, sat up to take his shirt off, and then reached for my jeans. I watched his deft fingers slip the button free and tug down the zipper. Then his hands slid beneath me and curved around my backside as he pulled my jeans down. My eyes were on his face as he pulled the jeans down my legs and tossed them aside. His eyes landed first on the satin and lace panties that matched my bra, but he looked down in distraction when he ran his hands up my legs.
"Wow, Bella...did you wax?" he asked, deliberately running his hands along my skin.
"Yeah," I said, shy for no reason. I bit my lip. "Do you like it?"
He gave me that Are-You-Kidding-Me-With-This look. "I love it. I mean, I love your legs all the time, but you're so soft...your skin is so smooth..."
His hands felt nice on my legs, but I wanted them elsewhere. I ran my hands down his chest to his stomach and around to his sides, and I tugged him closer.
"Ready for more?" he asked, reading the eagerness in my fingertips.
I nodded. I wanted his mouth, his hands. I wanted to get right down to business. I wanted to make it last all night, and I wanted it all this very minute. Of course, I couldn't have everything at once; I would settle for anything, as long as it was more.
He brought one index finger to my bra and traced the pattern in the lace. "I want to take this off...but at the same time, I want it to stay," he teased, smiling to himself as he grazed over my nipple and it rose at his touch.
I reached behind me and unsnapped the bra myself.
Edward chuckled. "Okay, point taken." He slid the straps down my shoulders and lifted the garment away. His attention wavered momentarily when he caught sight of my breasts, which I enjoyed more than I ought. Once the bra was tossed across the room, his lips were once again kissing my lips, and his hands covered my breasts. It felt as good as it ever had – better, maybe – and it wasn't long before his tongue was swirling around my nipple and I was holding onto his hair for dear life. I was pulsing with need for him.
Fortunately, he knew me well enough that my desperation was obvious to him, and he slid his hand readily into my panties. His long fingers moved inside me, and I reached my limit.
"More, Edward," I panted.
Edward looked up at me with swollen lips and mussed hair. Then he smiled and took my panties off.