A lot of you hate me for where I left the last chapter. All I can do is give you a lemony chapter and ask for your forgiveness.
"Bella." He growled. Edward's eyes darkened with unmistakable lust as one arm immediately shot out to snake around Bella's bare waist, pulling her close to him. He chucked the jersey aside and used his free hand to cup her cheek, forcing her face up to meet his. He burned with the want and the desire to taste Bella on his lips in every way possible. It had been stirring inside of him ever since earlier that night outside their apartments.
And if this wasn't a sure fire indicator of what Bella wanted, Edward didn't know what was.
But it was need for reassurance that held him back. "Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me." Edward demanded. "Because if you don't… you can still walk away now. I'll let you walk away. But if you say yes…"
His grip on her waist tightened infinitesimally as his eyes smoldered down at her. "I'm not letting you go."
Unthinkingly, her own tongue flicked out to wet her lips, anticipating what it'd be like to kiss Edward again. To have him possess her mouth. She bit her lip and looked up to meet his eyes again.
"I want you." Her words were a whisper but they were the truth. She hadn't wanted anyone more than she wanted Edward. Bella had always craved sex in her life. She'd had a few sexual partners, a couple of boyfriends here and there (ones that didn't usually last longer than three months) but none came close to the longing and desire she felt right now.
"I'm not exactly walking away right now, Edward. I want you. I want you now. Hard. Fast..." Her eyes drifted to his mouth again. "Please?"
Please really must have been the magic word because in an instant, Edward's lips were molding to hers, his hands were trailing quickly down the sides of her body to cup her naked ass and pressing her against his body, all while his tongue invaded her mouth.
Then he was lifting her. Bella's arms went around his neck which allowed Edward to pull her up into his arms, her legs going around his waist, his hands supporting her back and he began to walk. He never stopped kissing her, not when they accidentally bumped into the sofa or the lamp. At one point he pressed her against the wall all so he could ravage her neck with hot kisses that made her moan and plead him.
And then they were sprawled out on the bed, Bella naked and laid out before him while he stood over her, both panting and staring at each other, both trying to get their breaths back.
Edward wasted no time tugging his shirt up and over his head. He joined Bella on the bed now where her hands slipped around his body, feeling the muscles of his arms as they flexed in his attempt to hold himself off from crushing her.
"Let me look at you." The hoarseness of his voice seemed to send a shiver through her and he gave a low chuckle.
"I want to memorize this body." His hands stroked her spine and his mouth lowered to press into the smooth nape of her neck. "You're beautiful, Bella." He kissed her shoulder in a surprisingly tender gesture.
Edward's hands moved down to cup her small pert breasts, rubbing her tight nipples between the rough pads of his fingers. He hid a smile at her soft whimpers. "Do you like that?" He asked, nuzzling her neck. He laughed at her enthusiastic response and silenced her with a firm kiss, "Well then, don't worry, sweetheart. I'm just getting started."
His lips began to move again, kissing a path down her neck to her breasts that he'd been playing with only a few moments ago. As he flicked his tongue lazily over the hardened points, his hand reached down to stroke her hip, moving lower… lower… and lower until his fingertips brushed against the slickness between her thighs. Edward stifled a groan, his eyes darkening as he realized just how wet Bella was. How much she wanted him.
"Do you feel that?" he asked her, his voice low. He pressed himself against her so that she could feel the heat of his burgeoning erection straining against his pants. "Do you know how crazy you drive me? How much I want you?"
Edward's fingers slipped down to brush against her sensitive bud. "And then to show up on my doorstep, dressed in my shirt like that…" he growled. "Teasing me like that…" His fingers teased her as if to make a point. They circled around her clit then back down through the folds, spreading her wetness around.
Her body arched beneath him, trying to nudge his touch back up to her clit for some more of that delicious pleasure. He pressed heated kisses on her neck as he resolutely avoided touching her where she most wanted him to. "Don't you remember what I told you last time? About what happens to girls like you who try to tease me?" he growled.
The tip of his finger grazed her clit, inciting a loud whimper from Bella. He drew his hand back, allowing his fingers to trace her glistening, swollen inner lips.
Her body was so sensitive. Every touch that lingered on her skin was driving her completely mad. Edward was like a puppet master, controlling her body with invisible strings as he manipulated her. Her body arched into his, begging him for more contact, she was unable to stop herself from moaning and whimpering and pleading him for more.
When Bella had been a stripper she'd known exactly how to tease and incite responses from the men she danced for. She knew the ones who would tip her well if she drew things out for as long as possible. While there were some who just wanted a quick release, she could drive them to the brink in less than ten minutes... For others, she could drive them crazy for hours, and they loved it.
Edward was taking her pleasure to a whole new level. And she loved it. No matter how much she pleaded him, whether with words, begging him to give it to her, or with her body, he knew how to drive her absolutely crazy, bringing her to the edge but never over it. Tears of pure bliss sprung up in the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill.
Edward drew his hand away and Bella nearly sobbed at the loss.
But this teasing, this almost agonizing give and take of pleasure, was turning her on more than anything ever had before. "Edward," she breathed, or moaned, Bella couldn't tell. Excitement sparkled in her eyes.
Edward savored the erotic sight of her sprawled body, flushed pink against the rumpled white of his sheets and her full, pouting lips parted in soft moans as he stroked her wet slit.
Did she realize how damned desirable she was? How hard she made him?
The knowledge that she would be his tonight, completely his, made his eyes darken with pleasure. But Edward kept his fingers on her clit, tracing the edges of her wet lips while resisting the rising urge to slip inside her and fuck her hard; instead he fucked her with his fingers. Bella's hips moved against his hand as her whimpers grew louder, practically begging him now and earning a wicked smile from Edward.
She was wound up tighter than a clock. He could see the strain on Bella's face, see the tears that peeked from the corners of her eyes as she desperately tried to get Edward to let her have her pleasure. And then finally, he relented.
As he slid his finger inside of her, his eyes remained on hers as he slowly moved it in and out. He cupped her hot mound, pressing down on her clit as his finger steadily stroked, the speed gradually increasing with each loud enthusiastic moan that fell from Bella's lips until he was furiously pumping in and out of her. He had added two fingers now and was forced to stifle his own groan as he realized that she was a lot tighter than he had thought.
"God, I want you. You bad girl." Edward growled. The rough pad of his thumb rubbed wildly at her clit as he plunged two fingers inside her again, claiming her for his until her back suddenly arched forward without warning and her head fell back in a scream of pure ecstasy. He could feel her clenching hard around his fingers as the waves of pleasure crashed over her again and again and again until she fell back against his pillows, the bright flush high on her cheeks and her eyes squeezed shut.
Edward chuckled, his hands running up her legs and across her bare stomach, watching as Bella struggled to catch her breath from the sheer intensity of the climax he'd just given her. When her eyes finally opened and focused on his face, he smiled and asked her rather innocently, "Good?"
Am I forgiven?