A/N: Hi to all of you out there. I'm so glad you're all back for dessert ;). Thank you for all the reviews. I'm trying to answer them all but if I forgot you, I didn't mean to. If you're a guest, then unfortunately I can't answer you, but I'm really grateful to you for sharing your thoughts.
I don't have much to say about this chapter. It's kind if fun and light, though. Before you're allowed to read it, I want you to know that I love my betas EdwardsMate4ever and evelyn-shaye as well well my friend and prereader Vampgirl79. Thank you all so much for your help and support.
Now, here's dessert. See you at the bottom.
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing, but I love playing with it.
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Chapter 13 – Dessert
The first thing I noticed when I entered Edward's living room was that the place didn't look as if someone was moving in or out anymore. He had told the truth earlier when he'd said that he was done unpacking. The wall of shelves was now almost filled to the last inch with CDs and books.
"Hey, it looks like someone actually lives here now," I commented, smiling at him as he went to the kitchen.
Opening a bottle of wine, he answered, "I didn't do anything but unpack for the past week." The cork came out of the bottle with a loud pop.
"Well, you have been doing something else. Occasionally, you've been doing me," I stated with a wicked grin.
With a smug smile on his face he took two glasses out of a cabinet and set them on the coffee table together with the bottle.
"Since I did unpack you before doing you, I think that still counts," he countered, throwing me a wink while walking back into the kitchen. His words combined with his flirtatious gesture sent a direct jolt to my lady parts.
He arranged the dessert on two plates and carried them back to the sofa. After setting the plates on the table, he poured us some wine as we both sat down close to each other.
"Hmmm, this is really good. I don't think I ever tasted a better tiramisu," I said as soon as the first bite was in my mouth.
"You're right. But try the Marsala. I hope you'll like it, too. After all, that's why we came here." He flashed me his signature crooked smile that made my panties melt.
As I took a mouthful of the sweet, red wine, I could suddenly think of nothing other than tasting it on Edward's tongue.
After swallowing down a second sip, I gave my verdict. "That wine is delicious. It's the first time I'm drinking Marsala."
In fact, it was so good, I had emptied my glass long before I was done with the dessert. Good host that he was, Edward immediately poured me another glass. After a bit more flirting, I had almost finished my second glass, and I was beginning to feel a bit tipsy. Edward grinned guiltily as I swayed a little while setting the glass back on the table.
He let out a very sexy chuckle. "I should have warned you that the Marsala is quite intoxicating."
Too late, I had already figured that out by myself.
"So, I guess that's your trick, then, inviting women to your place and getting them drunk to make them compliant." I glared at him in mock outrage.
"You think I brought you here and fuddled you to have my way with you? Would that have been necessary? I mean, I had my way with you before without." He raised his brow and flashed me a confident smile that made me want to fuck him senseless.
I thought, as long as I was feeling uninhibited, very bold and horny as hell, I might as well make the best of it. So I climbed onto Edward's lap. Sitting astride, I could feel his erection grow through his jeans and my panties.
"No, it isn't necessary. If you hadn't insisted on going to dinner, I would have jumped you the second I opened my door to find you undressing me with your eyes." I heard myself say those things and couldn't believe I was really that brave.
Growling quietly, Edward bowed his head and buried his face in my cleavage while his hands grabbed my ass. My fingers wove through his hair, then gripped a few strands and pulled his head back so I could look into his eyes. As his gaze met mine, I saw that his eyes were clouded with lust. That was all it took. I attacked his lips with mine, opening my ravenous mouth to invite him in. He accepted at once, capturing my mouth with his hungry tongue that tasted even sweeter than I had imagined.
In another spell of keenness, I pulled my dress over my head, only breaking away from Edward's lips for a second. It was a good thing he had taken off his jacket when we arrived, so there was one less piece of clothing I had to get rid of. I undid the first two buttons of his shirt, then pulled it over his head.
As soon as his chest was bared, I trailed kisses down his neck while my fingers started to circle and pinch his nipples. Edward's hands squeezed my ass a few times, before he spread his legs a little to grant his hand, which had glided into my wet panties, better excess to my folds. He let his fingers stroke back and forth a few times. Then he slid two fingers inside my dripping sex. Pulling them back out again, he moaned with me. "Had I known you wanted me that much, we would have skipped dinner and started with dessert." He pumped his fingers back in deeper, making me whimper.
His other hand dug one breast out of my bra so he could suck my nipple. I arched my back in response to help him reach the peak more easily.
His fingers left my center to reach for my clit. The combined sensation of Edward's mouth pleasuring my nipple and his fingers massaging my bundle of nerves made me lose my mind.
I moaned heavily as I reveled in the overwhelming feelings Edward inflicted on me. He began to suck my nipple harder, and his hand started to move faster and more determinedly.
"Oh fuck … so good." I felt the tension inside me built up rapidly until it suddenly and forcefully boiled over, making me scream out in ecstasy. I had to hold on to Edward's hair for a minute before I was able to hold myself upright without his help.
As soon as I was kind of in control of my body again, I climbed off of him quickly to get rid of my soaked panties. Leaving my shoes and stockings on, I felt more sexy and confident than ever. Then I stripped him of his jeans, boxer briefs, shoes and socks. His hungry eyes never left mine. Reaching for my purse, I took out a condom, opened the package, and rolled it on.
"I like a woman who knows what she wants," he purred as he unhooked my bra and dropped it to the floor.
"And I'm determined to get it," I answered hoarsely as I climbed his lap to take my former position again. In one swift motion of my hips, I took his hard cock deep inside me, making both of us moan in pleasure.
The aroused look on his face — his eyes black with need and his lips slightly parted — was an incredible turn-on.
I needed to taste him again, feel as much of him as possible. Our lips met, but it was more of an assault than a kiss. As I started to move up and down while at the same time grinding myself into his lap, the feeling of Edward inside me made my head spin. Again and again, I lifted my hips and brought them back down forcefully, impaling myself on his length as deeply as possible, while our tongues fought a battle of their own.
Our breaths came hot, and in a moment of almost unbearable desire, I bit his lower lip hard. A sexy growl escaped his throat before he threw me on my back. Our connection never broke while he positioned himself on top of me. As he started to thrust, my hands grabbed his hair again, trying to pull his face down to mine. With a wicked grin, he grabbed both my hands in one of his and moved them above my head, holding them in an iron grip.
"Oh no, baby, now I'm in charge." His voice, while definitely authoritative, also sounded choked with need.
I was so turned on by his taking charge that I moaned as my whole body shuddered with arousal. Then he resumed ramming into me roughly, his lips on my neck, licking, kissing and biting as I surrendered to his dominance. His body covered mine, his thickness filling my aching center, his wonderful scent surrounding me. All of that, plus my state of intoxication, made me lose control.
My breathing was erratic, my heart beating frantically, as Edward stabbed that certain spot deep inside me over and over again with precision. Loud moans of pleasure burst out of my throat as the arriving climax ripped through my whole being.
I screamed out, not caring that his neighbors might hear me. "God, Edward, yeesssss."
Feeling my body react, Edward placed three more forceful thrusts until I felt him come as well. His face contorted in the highest kind of ecstasy and a string of profanities left his mouth before he collapsed on top of me.
"I didn't see that coming," he said in between wild pants. "At least, not that way. Maybe I should get you drunk more often." His chuckles vibrated through both our bodies.
Suddenly, I was feeling totally dizzy, drunk as much on the Marsala as on Edward's touch. I desperately needed to close my eyes.
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When I woke, I realized that I was lying in a comfortable king-sized bed, naked, feeling strangely satisfied. But, without being aware where I was yet or what time it was, I felt something important was missing.
I sat up, covering myself with the sheet, as my head began to spin lightly. At that moment, the door opened and Edward appeared, wearing pajama pants and a white t-shirt, carrying a tray full of food.
"Good morning, beautiful. I'm glad to see you're among the living, again," he greeted with an amused smile. Taking in my appearance, the smile faded slightly and his brows furrowed with concern. "Do you have a headache? You might want to lie down for a bit longer if you're feeling lightheaded."
He placed the tray in the center of the bed and sat down beside it.
I carefully lay back down before I answered him. "I'm a little dizzy, and yes, I have a headache."
Without another word, he handed me two pills and a glass of water to down them. I complied at once, then cast a glance at the food he had brought.
"I hope you don't feel nauseous. I made you breakfast." He smiled his beautiful crooked smile, and suddenly, I felt all warm inside.
I propped myself up on a pillow and started to spread butter on a slice of toast. "Thank you. I haven't had breakfast in bed since I was a kid," I said, smiling to myself.
"You should stay over more often. Room service is included in the rates for the night." He winked at me before he took a sip of his coffee.
"Uhm," I started, biting my lip, not sure how to ask what had happened last night. I didn't remember everything very clearly. "About last night." I paused again. "I'm sorry about my behavior."
He slowly shook his head before he answered me. "You don't have to be. I have to admit, you're sexy as hell when you're drunk." His eyes were so full of hunger that I might have attacked him again right then if my head hadn't been hammering.
"But it's just not like me to, you know, make a move on a man like that." Embarrassed, I looked down at my toast.
"I didn't mind. Actually, I like it when a woman makes her intentions clear." When he realized how ashamed I was, he reached over, cupped my chin, and lifted my face up to look at him. "Bella, last night was amazing. So, don't regret anything. I surely don't. And, to be honest, it seemed like you were enjoying yourself just as much as I was." His serious expression turned into a mocking smile. "The only thing you could be embarrassed about is your snoring."
My hands went to my hips as I objected, outraged, "I don't snore!"
"Obviously you do when you're passed out drunk. But, don't worry. Your secret's safe with me. As long as you don't tell anyone about my love for Elvis Presley movies, I won't reveal your bad sleeping habit." He winked again, and we ate the rest of our breakfast in a very good mood.
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A/N: Hi again. So, was the dessert to your liking? I hope you enjoyed the lemony tiramisu.
Do you really think Bella snores or was Edward just teasing her? What do you think could happen next week? Here's a little preview:
… I blinked my puffy eyes a few times to make sure I wasn't seeing things in a feverish delirium. But he didn't disappear. …
What could that mean? Let me know what you think. I hope you'll all be back next week.
To pass your time until then, I have two fics I want to recommend warmly to you:
If Only by Vampgirl79
"Come over, I need you. Now." As always, I go to her. Except this time it may be the last. I love her deeply, but I don't know if I can do this anymore. Each goodbye is harder than the last one. I want more than just being hers behind closed doors. If only we could truly be together; if only we were meant to be. All-Human/OOC *EPOV*
Turning Page by Vampgirl79
Following her mother's heartbreaking death, Bella moves back to Forks. It's there she reconnects with her father, and forms a bond with the next-door neighbor. Is she the one who can heal his wounded heart; or will he hurt her over his fear of falling in love again? AH/OOC
Vampgirl79 is a great writer and an even greater friend. Unfortunately, her writing doesn't get the attention is deserves. She has several fantastic stories, but the two I mentioned are her most recent one and my all time favorite. So, please, if you don't know her stories already, go and take a look. You won't regret it.
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