The Learning Curve: Chapter 104

Bella Swan's Bedroom

"This is going to be way too noisy," I whispered. We hadn't even gotten all our clothes off, and the bed was creaking like arthritic old lady.

"The floor?" Edward said hopefully.

"We can try it," I said a little nervously. The floor was creaky, too, and I couldn't imagine it would feel fantastic on my back, but I trusted Edward to take care of me. Before I followed Edward down to the rug beside my bed, I checked one more time to make sure the door was securely locked and even wedged the toe of a shoe underneath for good measure.

When I turned around, Edward was sitting on my rug, leaning back on his arms. His shirt was off – that was the first thing I'd done – and the fly of his jeans was open. I had to take a moment to admire him. The muscles in his arms and shoulders were tensed as he held his weight on them, and his position provided a perfect view of his chest and the ridges of his abdomen. My legs went a little weak and a hot flush stole over me.

I hoped I never stopped wanting him like this.

I crept over to him and knelt with him. I trailed my index finger through the soft hair below his navel and made his breath hitch. He leaned in close and I shut my eyes, losing myself in sensation as his lips placed wet kisses along my jaw and his hand snaked up my back to unclasp my bra.

I caught his lips with mine and kissed him heatedly while he pulled my bra straps off my arms. I wasted no time in winding my arms around his neck and pressing my bare chest to his. The friction of my nipples brushing against his warm skin made the pool of need in my belly begin to boil.

Edward reached between us and his hands slid under the waistband of my sweatpants. His breath fell in hot waves against my neck as he pushed pants and panties down in one movement. He helped me get my legs free of them and then lifted me into his lap. His hands began to explore, stroke and pinch, and soon I was wriggling against him. I needed more. First and foremost, I needed his pants off.

But he slipped two fingers between my legs and rubbed me – enough to light a spark but not enough to let the fire really burn – and kept rubbing until I couldn't take anymore.

I squirmed away from him and tugged at his jeans and boxers. He allowed me to undress him, and then he was naked on my floor, leaning back on his elbows, waiting for me to do whatever I wanted with him.

I hesitated. He'd always been on top before.

"Try this with me," Edward whispered, reading my thoughts as easily as if I'd written them down for him. "I want to be able to see you. Will you let me have that?"

He'd found the magic words. I couldn't refuse his beseeching eyes.

Gingerly, I crawled over him. His hands on my hips helped guide me into position and reminded me who I was doing this for. I reached beneath me and held him in place as I slid down, allowing him to fill me. And fill me and fill me.

"Oh my God, Edward," I breathed when I had him fully inside. I could feel him in places I hadn't before. My whole body was burning with it.

Edward's hands stroked up my thighs and stomach. "Look at you," he breathed, and I could feel his eyes like another touch on my skin.

I lifted up a bit and lowered myself back down. It was an awkward movement, but the friction was there just the same. "What do you see?" I asked, needing something to fill the space between us.

"Your beautiful body," he murmured. "I see your thighs flexing and your breasts moving. I can see where we're joined. Bella, it's…it's so sexy seeing you take me in."

I let out a breath. "Help me move? I'm not…not sure how."

"Yeah," he breathed. His hands curled around my hips and he guided me with gentle strength, thrusting up with his hips to help me – and he helped me all the way to a shuddering, quivering orgasm.

"I liked that," I mumbled when I was sprawled across Edward. I felt his chest move as he chuckled quietly.

"Me too."

A/N: The latest question: what do I plan to do with a MFA/PhD in creative writing? I wouldn't mind teaching at the college level, or if that doesn't turn out to be a good fit for me, I'd really like to work in publishing.