Late Night Encounters 9 ~ New York, New York
"Damn it!" I cursed loudly, slamming my hand against the steering wheel while the other propped my head up. I could see nothing but glow of red break lights up ahead; the traffic on Grand Central Parkway stalled for at least a mile. It was only 3:30; her plane didn't land for another half hour, but if the traffic didn't move, I was going to be late. I had left the hotel early to avoid that exact situation.
I glanced down at the clock, rubbing my temple with my fingertips, frustrated.
So close, yet still so far away.
I felt the nervousness creep in. In a half an hour, she would be with me, in the flesh. No miles or technology between us, and I could hold her, touch her, kiss her…
The last week had passed so damn slow, with nothing more than texts between us. I wanted her to spend time with her family, but the selfish part of me missed her so damn much. We'd only had one night together after an entire week apart before she left for Forks—but what a fucking night.
Before that, it had been a week of hardly being able to talk to her or hearing her sweet voice.
Without seeing her beautiful face.
Without her smile.
And how would things between us be in person? That nagging doubt slipped under my confidence again. I had run it over in my mind in random tangents for weeks, but it was hitting me with a blunt force, only a few miles from being with her.
Even with the distance between us, there was already a discernible difference in Bella during one of our 'encounters' and the Bella during casual conversation. She still had her sexy appeal, but her youthful innocence lay beneath the surface.
That very thought reminded me of our last encounter. She had been far more free and relaxed than I'd ever seen her. Moving around her kitchen in a casual tank top and a pair of panties, and she'd never looked more beautiful.
And so tempting.
What I wouldn't have given to be in that kitchen with her, sliding my arms around her waist, kissing her long beautiful neck, enjoying something as simple as making dinner together.
Yet when she began to tease me, my train of thought shifted. Although I knew she was joking, I felt the possessiveness in me emerge; the animalistic urge to take her right there in that kitchen.
I could feel myself hardening at the memory of her complying with my every demand, without the ability even to see me. Where I'd found it in me to be so dominating, I'd never know. But as she bent over the couch at my command, her legs spread and lust in her eyes as she looked over her shoulder at me, one thing was abundantly clear.
She liked it.
I wanted nothing more in that moment than to grab those perfect hips and bury myself deep inside her. Make her cry out my name in ecstasy and completely lose myself in her as well.
In what was mine. She craved me just as much as I craved her. Watching her orgasm that night, even without the luxury of hearing her, I knew she desired me.
At least in LA.
But what about there in New York? Would we feel as natural together as we did from a distance?
Over the previous few weeks, it had been very easy for us to discuss our desire to be together physically; but there were still miles between us, not feet or inches. Would she be the same Bella from our last night together, bold and brazen? Or would the reality of it all strike her, too, causing her to retreat to the shy, timid girl I had seen in the past?
Looking down at the time again, I groaned.
3:45.
I had moved a single car length in the last fifteen minutes, which was not helping my unease. I wanted to be there waiting for her the moment she entered baggage claim, and the only image I could manage to conjure in my head was her standing there, alone and stranded.
That would make for a horrible first impression. How could I expect her to feel comfortable and confident with me if I couldn't even manage to be on time for something we'd been planning for weeks?
"Come the fuck on!" I yelled out to no one, my frustration reaching new heights as the cars gradually began to move at a snail's pace.
3:55
The clock was fucking taunting me as I finally reached the exit. It had taken twenty-five minutes for a mile and a half—all because there was an accident just beyond the exit for the airport. Those assholes really needed to look up the definition of 'merge'.
Once I was finally in the clear, I stepped on the gas, racing as fast as I could toward the airport. Even once I arrived, I still needed to park and get inside, then try finding her in the massive expanse of JFK.
4:05
Fuck! Her plane had most likely already landed and I was still searching for one goddamn parking space, anxious to get out. The confines of the interior were smothering.
I'd spent the better part of the day before in that car. After spending Christmas Eve in Evanston with my parents, I had opted to drive to New York rather than fly, preferring my own car to rentals whenever possible. Yet right at that particular moment, my car was the last place I wanted to be.
When at last I had found a spot, I hurried out of the garage and toward the doors of the terminal, checking my watch.
4:15
I perused the arrival screen as I approached it and I found her flight easily, as if it were the only one there.
Seattle - Southwest - 2231 - 4:01 - Arrived
She's already here.
Weaving my way through the holiday travelers, I checked the screen above each conveyor belt I passed until I finally found her flight number.
My eyes searched frantically through the crowd until my gaze caught the unique shade of chestnut hair falling down a petite woman's back. My heart skipped a beat; my palms were sweating. It was Bella…
"Excuse me," I panted heavily to the couple in front of me, navigating, still catching my breath from running to get there. I squeezed myself between the crowd until I finally caught a glimpse of her face. She looked as if she was about to cry. "Bella!"
Her eyes shot immediately in the direction of my voice, her features visibly relaxing as our eyes met. That was a moment I swore I would remember for the rest of my life. I couldn't have imagined her more beautiful or perfect, right down to biting that full lower lip of hers.
She began taking slow steps toward me as I continued maneuvering through the relentless crowd of people, unable to get to her fast enough. Until finally, we stood just a few feet from each other.
"Well, hello there," I breathed out heavily, breaking the still silence between us.
She was actually there, standing in front of me. It felt so surreal. Despite the anticipation of the moment over the past few weeks, we stood gazing at each other silently.
In that instant, her bag fell from her shoulder and onto the floor, and I'd barely had the chance to take a step forward before she was in my arms. Her soft hair grazed my face as she clung around my shoulders. I lifted her off the ground, trying to pull her closer. She trembled slightly in my embrace, whether from nervousness or excitement, I wasn't sure. She felt so good in my arms, so petite. Unsure whether to kiss her, I tightened my hold, speaking softly in her ear.
"God, I'm so glad you're finally here."
Pulling my head back to look at her, our eyes locked again. I had thought of nothing but finally holding her for so long and I allowed us both a moment to absorb it before I couldn't resist her any longer.
The instant our lips touched, I felt it, felt her, felt the connection. Sighing contentedly when she didn't pull away, I pressed forward again; the feel of her fingers into my hair was like nothing else.
Elation rushed through me—she wasn't retreating into her shell. She seemed equally as relieved to be there with me.
We slowly parted and I rested my forehead against hers, her hand remaining in my hair. My fears were completely irrational, and it was then that I knew we would be okay. It was almost as if we were old lovers, soaking it all in and making up for lost years rather than days apart.
I gazed at her, noticing a wet trail running down her cheek. The last thing I wanted her to do that week was cry—for any reason.
"Sorry I'm late," I said, brushing a kiss against her cheek and her hand tightened in my hair.
"You're here now, that's all that matters," she smiled, pressing her lips against mine again, tracing them with her tongue. We both groaned softly as the kiss deepened and I instantly felt my body reacting to the contact between us.
The sound of the conveyor belt starting up brought us back to reality. Not that I the staring eyes bothered me, but her cheeks flush from the attention and her fingers twirled nervously at the ends of my hair.
"Let's get your bags and get out of here." I smiled as she nodded, and I set her back down. Grabbing her carry-on from the floor, I was hoisting it over my shoulder when the feeling of her fingers sliding into mine surprised me. I brought my gaze back to meet hers, feeling the impact of such a simple gesture.
Kissing her and holding her had exceeded everything I'd ever imagined, but something as simple as her long, slender fingers wrapping securely around my hand sent a raging need through me. Her eyes holding the same desire to be alone, her head resting against my arm—all showed tenderness I hadn't expected. Her other hand slid through my arm as if she couldn't get close enough.
"There's mine," she said suddenly, pointing toward the endless line of bags moving past us to a bright pink one with a silver ribbon on the handle. "Don't even start. I hate pink, but it's easy to find in a sea of black and brown."
I chuckled softly at her response before I could even comment, grabbing it off the belt and looking over to her. "Just one bag?"
"I'm really not all that extravagant," she shrugged. "And with all the traveling between Washington and California, I've become an expert packer."
I released her hand as we began walking toward the exit, and instead, wrapped my arm around her shoulders. She smiled, encircling my waist with hers until we reached the car.
"You actually own an Aston," she whispered in disbelief, her eyes moving along the length of the car. Smiling, I disarmed the alarm and opened the door.
"What makes you think I didn't just rent it?" I smirked and broke into a laugh as she rolled her eyes.
"With Illinois plates?" she retorted with a quirked eyebrow.
"Observant, but I could've rented it in Chicago," I pointed out, ready to join her side. Stepping to her, I bent down to brush her lips gently with mine, feeling the warmth of her skin as her hands slid around my neck. We couldn't keep our hands off each other.
Of all the scenarios I had envisioned for that moment, that certainly wasn't it; not that I was complaining. The electricity racing between us was profound, more than I could have ever imagined. There was no building up or easing into it all; the connection was instantaneous.
"And what would be the point in that?" she asked.
"I could just be trying to impress you," I shrugged, staring at her full lips, so pretty and pink this close.
"Bit late for that," she mumbled softly before her lips sealed over mine.
Again, we were kissing as if the world around us didn't exist. My hands rested on the roof of the car on either side of her as she leaned back, gripping the front of my jacket in her fists, a soft moan escaping her. She felt so good, so warm—such a contrast to the biting chill to the New York air around us.
I had to force myself to pull away, breathing heavily from our heated kiss and my eyes remaining closed for a moment as I attempted to calm myself. "I think we should get in the car."
"I agree," she whispered breathlessly, loosening her grip and running her hands down my chest and abdomen. She kissed me gently once more before stepping back, lowering herself into the car.
Closing the door behind her, I hurried around to the driver's side to get in and let out a slow breath before starting the engine. I could smell her perfume, soft and floral, teasing. I nearly asked her the brand, when her hand reached over, resting on my thigh, running her thumb over the denim. The surprising gesture and the nerves of the moment made me shudder, a reaction she observed.
"If you're that out of breath from just a kiss, maybe you should cut back on the cancer sticks."
"Thought they didn't bother you," I teased, shifting into gear.
"They don't," she shrugged, gazing at me. "Just saying, if a kiss leaves you that winded..."
"Must be the effect you have on me," I smiled. "Since I quit two weeks ago."
Her hand stilled on my leg and her eyes widened, sitting up straighter in her seat. "You what?"
"Thank you," I nodded to the attendant and rolled up the window, pulling out of the garage. "I quit a few days after you agreed to come to New York."
"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked excitedly, her smile brightening her entire face. "I mean, I'm glad you quit even if it didn't bother me. That's incredible. But why?"
"I've tried to quit before, obviously not very successfully and I wanted to make sure I could do it before I said anything. But the five minutes I take smoking a cigarette is five minutes I'd rather be spending with you," I replied as the line of cars in front of us slowed and came to a stop. "And that's what I'm here for."
With that, she leaned across the console and gently kissed my cheek, resting her head on my shoulder as her hand began its movement on my leg again. "Thank you. That means a lot to me, Edward."
The remainder of the drive back to the hotel was far smoother than the ride in, and we talked about her week back home and her flight. Even with the chaos of the city, it was relaxing to have her so close, to feel her next to me. As we drove, I breathed her in covertly, the scent of her perfume or her hair or something … was delicious. I had imagined the way she would smell so many times, but it had never been like that.
And during the drive, I was aching to touch her, cursing the manual transmission in my car.
Finally, we came to a stop at the hotel, her soft gasp drawing my attention to the side of her face. The soft lines of her neck…
"Is this where we're staying?" she asked in an astonished whisper, her eyes wide with excitement. "Right in Times Square?"
"You like it?" I chuckled at her exuberant smile, leaning over to kiss her gently before departing for her bags. That innocent wonder was back and I loved it.
She stepped out of the car, staring up at the colossal front of the Marriott Marquis, taking tentative steps toward the entrance. Quickly paying the valet, I caught up to her and she took my hand while in awe of the building.
"This is ... amazing," she whispered. "I don't even have the words." The fact that she approved made me happy; made me feel like we were already on the right track.
I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it gently, her gaze finally meeting mine.
"Come on, I'll show you our room," I said, my tone even, though the excitement was pure.
I wasn't sure if it was her nerves or the splendor, but Bella fidgeted nervously on the way up to the room, holding my hand securely in the crowded elevator until we reached our floor. Once more, that possessive side of me enjoyed her embrace, relished her hand in mine. And more than anything, I couldn't wait to get her alone.
"Close your eyes," I murmured in her ear as we stood outside the door of the room, lightly kissing the skin just below it and feeling her shiver.
Bella eyed me warily as I straightened before she finally complied. The suite was exquisite and if she loved the building, I knew she'd going to love the room as well. I unlocked the door, setting her bags just inside, leading her across the darkened room. The window was my target, so gently I guided her to the far wall, pulling back the curtains swiftly.
"Okay, open them," I said softly. She gasped and covered her lips with her fingers, gazing down at a thriving Times Square. And just as I'd wanted to do when she was flitting around that kitchen, I came to stand behind her, resting my hands on her waist. I was touching her.
"Oh my god, Edward. This is beautiful. Now I really don't know what to say," she whispered, her eager eyes taking in all the sights.
"Say you like it," I replied, tightening my arms around her waist. I was holding her.
Bella's face turned sideways, her hand rising to my cheek. "I love it. I couldn't have imagined anything more incredible. Thank you."
My heart soared at her admiration, at her touch.
"You're welcome," I smiled, kissing her gently and running my hands along her sides. "Let's get you unpacked and have some dinner. I made reservations for 6:00 upstairs."
Tilting her head slightly, she raised her lips to mine and brushed them gently in agreement, her eyes slipping closed. Turning slowly in my arms, she looked up at me uncertainly. She wanted me.
"We have a whole week, Bella," I said gently, brushing her cheek with the backs of my fingers. "And I really think you'll like where I'm taking you."
Her smile returned and her arms wrapped around my waist, hugging me against her and resting her cheek on my chest. She laughed, that sound more delightful than anything I'd heard in such a long time. "I'm actually really hungry. I'm just gonna take a shower and change. I won't be long."
"We still have plenty of time," I chuckled, kissing her once more before we parted, hesitantly letting her go. She already looked amazing, even if she was dressed in a simple button-down and dark blue, low-rise jeans. She moved across the room and leaned over to retrieve her bag, her shirt raising up her back a little and causing me to regret making dinner reservations so soon after her arrival slightly.
We have a whole week, I repeated, to myself that time as she smiled over her shoulder and disappeared into the bathroom. Standing still in the wake of her presence, I listened, still in shock and awe and … in a state of something I couldn't describe. Soon, the sound of the shower emanated from beyond the door.
As I remained stationary for a moment, I realized that would be the night. Her gaze said it all and I wanted her, too. We were finally alone after weeks of waiting, of anticipating. But even with the desire radiating between us, I had no intention of simply jumping into bed with her. I wanted to enjoy and relish every moment.
I would get to hold her, hear her soft moans and whimpers in my ear, and feel her body beside me. In the morning, I would wake to the sight of her beautiful face on my pillow.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed facing the bathroom door and hearing the water shut off, it hit me fully. She was actually there; I was actually there. Something that I never would have thought plausible just a few months before; coming hundreds of miles to New York, to meet a woman I'd happened upon on the internet.
But she was so much more than that.
She was everything that I could have ever wanted in a woman. Naturally, she was beautiful, even more so than what her webcam had displayed. Yet she was also intelligent and so full of life, challenging me rather than placating. Understanding and patient. She was perfect.
I was so lost in my own thoughts that I barely realized time had passed, that I had dressed absently. Hearing the bathroom door open startled me.
"What do you think?" her voice caught my attention and my eyes rose to her. She removed the clip from her hair and it cascaded down onto her shoulders, my gaze following it to the knee-length black dress hugging her body, down to her shapely legs and black strap heels. She was fucking sexy.
"I think," I started, standing up and moving toward her, taking her hands and holding them out to look her over again. "That I am exceedingly under-dressed."
Her eyes ran over my simple white button-down and my black jeans, and bit her lip as she looked back up at me. "Should I change again?"
I shook my head vehemently, pulling her to me and kissing her neck. "Not a chance. You look absolutely stunning."
I reclaimed her hand in mine as she blushed slightly and tucked her hair behind her ear, sliding the keycard in my back pocket and guiding her out the door.
We took the elevator up to the top floor, and her hand tightened around mine again when we finally entered the rooftop restaurant. I could get used to that, I thought to myself.
"Okay, if this is you trying to impress me, I have to say, you're extremely successful," she chuckled as her eyes flickered across the beautiful view outside the windows.
"This is me trying to feed you after a long day on a plane. When was the last time you ate?" I asked as we stood in line, raising my eyebrow as I looked down at her.
"I don't eat plane food, or airport, for that matter," she replied, folding her arms over her chest.
My arm slid around her waist, squeezing gently. "My point exactly."
She laughed softly as I kissed her hair freely, smelling the floral scent again. It was her shampoo, I decided.
Once we seated, the low light of the candles on the table made her glow. I couldn't take my gaze off of her. Her eyes were alight as she took in the view from below, the city lights seemingly entrancing her.
"What kind of wine would you like?" I asked, reaching across the table for her hand.
She startled slightly, her gaze abruptly torn from the window, looking up at the server beside me suddenly and then to me. "White zinfandel for me, please."
I nodded to him, and returned my eyes to her. "Really not much of a drinker, are you?"
She shook her head quickly. "No, I thought we cleared that up a long time ago. Look at the things I do when I drink."
I laughed as she squeezed my hand before taking the menu. "So, now you're complaining about that?"
"Shut up," she rolled her eyes as she glanced up at me briefly. "You know I'm not."
"So what did you tell your parents and friends about your sudden trip to New York?" I asked her as the wine arrived, fairly certain that she would not have told anyone about me.
Taking her first sip of wine, she broke eye contact. "I didn't."
My glass paused at my lips, gazing at her in disbelief. "What do you mean, you didn't? No one knows where you are?"
She shrugged slightly and sighed. "No. I didn't know how I would explain this. This is something that is so out of character for me that they would automatically question it. And my father would have locked me away in my room if I told him that I was coming across country to meet a man I met on the internet. Let alone how we met."
"But no one, Bella? Do you have any concept of how reckless that is?" I whispered seriously, her eyes finally meeting mine. "What if something happened to you? What if I wasn't who I said I was, and was actually some crazed internet stalker?"
"You're not," she replied firmly, taking a sip of her wine.
She opened her mouth to say something more, but I stopped her before she could speak. How could she underestimate the enormity of something like that? If I had been anyone else, she could have been stranded there, alone. Just the image of that in my mind set my heart pounding and fists clenching. She could have been hurt, or worse.
"No, even though I am not a crazed stalker, what if something had happened on the way here and you had never made it. Then what would happen? What if I'd never shown up at the airport? Then what would your family and friends think? They would never know what happened to you."
"Edward … I'm here and safe with you, so where's the problem?" she asked in a flustered voice, setting her wine glass down on the table.
"How are you so sure you're safe with me?" I retorted with a raised brow, crossing my arms in front of me.
"Simple equation," she replied, her shoulders relaxing as she folded her hands under her chin. "You already had me alone, in the hotel room—in the shower, no less. What better opportunity would you have had?"
I sighed. She was right. "Okay, so you have a point. But you should call your parents and let them know you're alright."
"And say what? That I've decided to escape the insanity of LA for New Year's by heading for New York?" she asked sarcastically, chuckling. I gazed at her, not amused. Her arm reached across the table to touch mine, and took my hand.
"I'm twenty-two years old, Edward. I call my parents maybe once a month, unless it's a holiday. It'll be fine."
The tension between us slowly began to dissipate as I closed my fingers around hers. "I just wish you'd be more careful, baby."
"I know, but I wouldn't have come across country all alone if I didn't trust you implicitly. I do have some sense of self preservation, you know."
Perhaps she was right. She was a college student, smart and capable. Was I over-reacting? I rubbed over the backs of her fingers with my thumb for a moment before releasing it, deciding to let the topic drop.
The conversation over dinner was light and quick, the atmosphere humming with her presence. I couldn't stop staring at her mouth when she talked, took a sip of wine or ate. She was so beautiful.
Once we finished, we made our way back to the room, each of us still buzzing from our easy conversation. It wasn't until we stepped into the elevator that my heart began to race. She was close, but moved toward me when the doors closed. Slipping my hands along the soft material of her dress, I pulled her closer as she kissed me.
And all the longing I had for her hit me at once, but there was no time for escalating. The elevator dinged and we separated, the light flush of her cheeks showing me all I needed to see. We were both ready—it was just a matter of time.
"I forgot to thank you for remembering not to shave," she whispered as we exited the elevator, walking toward our room. The silence of the hallway was oppressive, my heart beating faster as I stepped to the door.
"You have the strangest fixations," I chuckled, sliding the keycard in the door and unlocking it.
"It's sexy. Very masculine. And looks really good on you," she replied, sliding her fingers in-between two of the buttons of my shirt and pulling me to her as she backed into the room.
Oh, it was happening. Snapshots of our encounters moved in and out of my memory, paling in comparison to then. To her touch. To her warmth, her scent, her closeness. To the real Bella. Her hands slid up my chest and linked behind my neck, pressing her body against mine and tilting her head back slightly. "Kiss me, Edward."
I hardly heard the door thudding closed; the kiss she asked for was all I could feel and taste. She sighed gently against my lips, stepping closer; the friction of her stomach against my erection caused us both to groan.
Unbuttoning my shirt, the anxious need we could feel from one another became tangible. Backing her up, my shirt fell and her legs hit the edge of the bed, the tempo of our lust moving faster and faster.
"I want you. Now," she whispered against my lips, hooking her leg around mine as she lowered my zipper.
Yes … was all I could think as she touched me.
My hand slid along her thigh, underneath her skirt and hitching it higher, until my fingers brushed the bare skin of her ass. No panties?
"You were like this the whole time?" I growled huskily at the thought of her casually sitting across from me the entire evening at dinner with nothing underneath that dress.
"The whole ... time ..." she purred causing my cock to harden further, grasping my erection through my boxers.
I could only groan in response to her words and touch, feeling the warmth of her hand along my cock through the fabric. Finally, she was touching me, and I was touching her.
I kissed along her neck and across her shoulder, pulling aside the strap and trailing my fingers along the exposed skin of her shoulder blade. Reaching the zipper at the middle of her back, I slid it down.
Her fingertips brushed along my abdomen and chest, and then pulled her arms through the straps of her dress, never taking her eyes off me. As it pooled onto the floor at our feet, she lowered herself to lie back on the bed, her dark hair fanning over the light colored bedding beneath her.
I had seen her naked many times on the web cam, but nothing compared to seeing her in front of me. There was absolutely no way I would be able to keep my hands off her tonight, or all week for that matter.
I knelt down beside the bed at her feet eagerly, kissing along her inner thigh as they parted more, my fingers teasing the sensitive skin around her clit. She squirmed and whimpered, lifting her hips off the bed as my lips moved closer.
"Please, Edward, don't fucking tease," she panted, her fingers weaving into my hair, tugging me to look at her. "Fuck me now."
"You sure about that?" I taunted, brushing my lips lightly over her clit, causing her back to arch.
"Positive," she gritted through clenched teeth, her hands pulling me closer.
"Patience is a virtue, you know," I murmured softly, circling my tongue and then closing my mouth around her, sucking lightly at her skin. I was finally tasting her.
"And an overrated one at that," she growled, sitting up suddenly and taking my face in her hands.
Tugging my lip gently with her teeth, she whispered, "The pants need to go. Now."
I groaned as she mumbled 'now' against my lips. I wanted her so badly, the push and drive to make her mine was overwhelming.
"And everything that is underneath them," she grinned, gazing up at me as her fingers hooked inside my boxers and tugged, lowering them over my hips. Leaning up further, she came closer, her tongue snaking out, lightly grazing the underside of my length.
Her lips wrapped around me and I could hardly think. My breath shook as her soft fingers stroked firmly, her mouth hot and wet, as my pants fell around my ankles. The feeling was indescribable, but I needed to be inside her—to feel her finally after so long just imagining.
Freeing myself of my pants and shoes, I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed one of the foil packets I'd placed in the drawer. The moment she heard it, she stopped lying back on the bed and resting her head on the pillow as I opened it, her eyes never leaving my hands as I rolled the condom on.
"Baby, don't make me wait," she whimpered, her hand reaching out and her eyes meeting mine. "I've already waited so long."
My eyes met hers, the words playing over in my ears. She had waited, we'd both waited. From the first words we'd typed, everything had been building up to that moment. Everything we'd talked and fantasized about, was all becoming a reality.
I finally crawled up her body, sealing my lips over hers as I lowered myself onto her. Warm, soft skin and the scent of her enveloped everything.
Her hands clung to my shoulders as I slowly began entering her, moaning against my lips until I slid inside her fully. Her back arched against me and her head fell back into the pillows, her lips parted in a gasp.
"Oh my fucking god," she breathed out heavily as her palms pressed against my back; the rush it gave me was indescribable. She wanted me in the most primal of ways, needed me.
It was more than anything I'd ever envisioned. Every touch, every sound she made, and the feeling of being inside her after all that time was more than any fantasy I'd ever conjured.
I wasn't imagining her running her fingers through my hair, her hips eagerly meeting my thrusts. Her rapid pulse against my lips as I kissed along her neck, her breasts pressing to my chest with every breath. She was here.
"I'm actually touching you," I whispered in amazement, moving slowly within her as I spoke, the realization more powerful than before.
"Faster. Please, I need you," she murmured wantonly, kissing my jaw as her nails dragged along my back. Oh fuck, those words were hot, whispered in my ear.
Hitching her leg higher on my hip, I began thrusting against her more fervently, driving myself deeper, giving in to her request. The muscles in her thigh tightened as she cried out in response, hissing between clenched teeth. I wanted to feel her come around me, to know in the midst of orgasm that my body had given her pleasure, not my words.
"God! So good. Fuck, Edward!" Her eyes opened and locked with mine intently, her hand gripping the back of my neck. Her gaze was fierce and more aroused than I had ever seen it. But even in the dim lighting of the room, I knew that look.
She was close. Very close.
Determined, I concentrated, feeling her hand sliding between us, but I didn't want that. I wanted it to be me. Trailing down her abdomen, I hit her deeper, halting her hand with my own and holding her wrist over her head.
"No," I said simply, breathing heavily, her muscles tightening in frustration around my cock. Groaning, I focused again on my angle, on hitting that spot I'd watched her hit on her own.
"I need it. Please. So close," she whimpered desperately, her hips rolling up against mine. Fuck… I wanted to hold her still, to hit my stride, to show her.
"You'll get it, baby. I'm not stopping until you do," I murmured against her lips, kissing her gently. "But I'm going to give it to you."
She groaned loudly as her fingers folded with mine, gripping my hand tightly.
"I can't ... without it …" she panted wildly, pinching her eyes closed and writhing beneath me.
Shifting my hips, I thrust upward firmly.
"Yes, you can," I whispered in her ear, my hips moving against hers gradually faster. She gasped and I knew I'd hit the rhythm she needed. Our encounters had afforded me the benefit of her secrets and I was using them at that moment.
Thrusting faster, her calf pressed against the back of my thigh, tightening her hold around me. "I'm inside you, Bella. After all this time, all this waiting, we're here. And I'm going to make you come."
And I was right. She was getting closer and closer … just a little more.
"Oh god, oh god," she gasped, her head rolling back into the pillow as my thrust grew more insistent.
She felt so fucking good. Never had I been with a woman that completely consumed me like she did. Everything from the way she felt around me to the smooth skin of her leg as it moved along mine, the smell of her hair and the sweet, salty taste of her skin. I could lose myself in her forever and it still didn't seem as if it would be enough.
"Let me feel you, baby. Come for me," I heaved with my lips against her hair. I was so fucking close as well, and I needed her to come first.
"Please ... let me ..." she moaned softly, squeezing my hand.
"No. You're so close, Bella. So close," I growled, my teeth pinching lightly on her earlobe in restraint.
"Oh fuck, yes. Shit!" she cried out loudly. I felt her then, felt her coming around my cock, clenching tight and hot. Moaning, I gazed down at her, watching her face as her lips parted and her eyes rolled back. Her neck and back arched as her body trembled beneath me.
God, she was fucking beautiful.
Her eyes gazed up at me as her orgasm began slowly subsiding.
"Your turn," she panted, her voice still strained, her hands tightening in my hair and her legs wrapped around me. She was holding me, telling me to come for her … and I wanted to. "Let me feel you."
My forehead fell to hers and it was over. The rush of my release consumed everything; the pleasure, the reminder that I was inside of her left me breathless.
"Fuck," I strangled out as I came hard, more intensely than all of our online experiences combined. Her moans with each wave of my orgasm heightened the sensations. I could sense her satisfaction that she'd made me come, too.
As we lay breathing heavily in the aftermath, the only movement between us was her fingertips tracing lightly along the back of my neck.
I didn't want to move or think or feel anything but her, as if she would disappear. Everything was so perfect right there in that room.
And it was only the first night...