Coming up for air...
The slow windup of torturous pleasure that Edward had given her had sent her spiraling out of control, she was drunk on sex, and her mind was blissfully blank of everything and anything.
She'd never felt this way before, not even her own fingers had brought her to such heights. She'd always been so intent on the destination when she'd been with other people, intent on reaching her orgasm that no one had ever teased it out of her, had gone so slow that she was forced to revel in the journey, and she almost felt disappointed that she'd reached that destination.
Almost. It wasn't quite over yet.
Bella mumbled a slurred response and Edward chuckled as he settled himself next to her, his fingers stroking over her skin causing goose bumps to pleasurably rise on her flesh, making her shiver. She turned her body to press her face into his chest... He smelled so good.
It took her a good few minutes to regain herself but Edward allowed her the time to recover and eventually she became aware once again. Edward's warm skin, his hard muscles under her exploring hands, his smell... She wondered what he'd taste like.
Cautiously, Bella's hands wandered downward. Would he let her...?
"I want to see you..." she murmured, her eyes flickered up to his. Edward didn't even hesitate, his hands moved to his belt and he unbuckled it but Bella's hands pushed his away, she wanted to uncover him. She hastily pulled at the button and zipper of his jeans, pushed them down over his hips, did the same with his black boxers and gasped.
"I don't think it's fair that you've seen me naked so many times... And you've been keeping this from me." Her eyes darted to his, an admonishing frown playing on her lips. He was hard, long and thick.
Perfect.
Bella knew she was good at giving head, but she doubted she would be able to take him all in. She licked her lips and shifted on the bed until Edward was lying back and Bella could straddle him. Her wetness coating him as she slid her sex over his maleness. She was teasing him now. She knew he wanted to be inside of her, she could hear it in the groans he made and the way his eyes looked over her with hunger.
Bella's legs were spread wide as she straddled his hips and he caught the faint scent of her arousal that only served to tighten his groin more. When she lowered her head to take him in her mouth, Edward knew he was done for.
She kissed him, fully on the mouth, her tongue darting out to flicker over his lips. And then she was placing those same wet, hot kisses down his body, over the stubble of his jaw, down his throat... His chest... His stomach... She felt his hips buck subconsciously; she struggled to hide her smirk.
"I want you to fuck me, Edward. Hard... Fast... But first... I want to taste you." Her lips slid over the head of his cock, her tongue sliding down the shaft and then back up again. She kept his eyes on his, holding eye contact for a moment before they drifted close as she took him in again. He was big. Bigger than any guy she'd ever been with, which was definitely saying something.
He wouldn't be able to stay away from Bella for the rest of his life. He had to have her. Tonight.
She began to bob her head up and down, her tongue pressed flat against the shaft while using her hand to stroke the parts of him she couldn't fit into her mouth. Still, it was amazing to see her try.
Edward moved to close the strong, heavy palm of his hand over hers which gripped his hip for support while the other came around to thread his fingers through her loose brown hair. His eyes were shut and his jaw tightly clenched as she swirled her tongue around his swollen head, teasing his slit with the tip and lapping up the drops of pre-cum that lingered there. "Bella." He groaned, the name both a benediction and a curse.
What a woman. What a mouth.
His cock swelling eagerly, his balls tightening in lust as her movements grew quicker. Edward fought back the urge to grab her and thrust forcefully in her mouth, it was almost painful and his hips trembled with the need. She made a noise in her throat; a stifled moan perhaps, he wasn't quite sure. Her mouth was too full with him to tell. But the vibrations that came from it alone were enough to make his hips arch instinctively, silently begging her for relief from the teasing. Bella's touches intensified and he saw the hunger in her eyes as she tried to spur her movements on, wanting to push him over the edge in the same way he had done to her, wanting him to explode…
"Bella, stop." He groaned hoarsely. "Stop, Bella. Bella!" His grip on her hair tightened as he pulled himself away from her. Edward's cock throbbed from the loss of sensation but he ignored it. Instead, he grabbed her by the shoulders and flipped her easily so that she was pinned beneath him to the bed but bore none of his heavy weight.
His erection pressed hot and heavy against her smooth thigh as he clenched and unclenched his jaw above her in an attempt to regain some semblance of control. "Bella." Edward's voice was low as he reached out to touch her face with his fingers. His grey eyes were hooded and smoldered with unmistaken desire yet still he held back. He wanted to be sure. He always wanted to be sure. He was a careful man, a cautious man, especially when it came to these things.
"If we do this, there's no going back." Edward warned her. "When I said I wanted you, I meant it. I want you more than just for tonight… more than for just this. If that isn't what you want, say it now."
His eyes darkened with want as his voice grew huskier. "Because I don't think I can let you go after this."
She lay under him now, her eyes meeting his almost hesitantly. Could she give him what he wanted? She wanted to say yes. There was something pulling her toward him, some invisible line that had always been there, but she had never been able to identify before. She wanted him, that much she knew for sure.
Edward was staring at her intently, waiting patiently for her answer. Insecurity flickered inside of her. Even if Bella said yes, she knew it would only be a matter of time before Edward got sick of her anyway. Wasn't that the way it always went? Bella usually made a habit of cutting things off before it got to that point but the thought of Edward getting sick of her made her chest ache.
Bella reflected on their past. The way things had been for them up until this point. She cracked a small smile as she realized that a month ago; the pair of them had been bickering, arguing over anything. Both of them were stubborn, maybe Bella more so than Edward, she never would have thought that she would be lying underneath Edward, completely naked having just experienced the most amazing orgasm anyone had ever given to her before... Not that she hadn't fantasized about it.
"I want you, Edward. I want you desperately... I want to be with you... But you should know, I'm fucked up. There's something wrong with me. I haven't ever been in a relationship before. I don't even think I know how to be in one." Her eyes flickered downcast; focusing on a small freckle on Edward's left shoulder. She couldn't meet his gaze.
Edward could see the curve of Bella's cheek outlined by the faint moonlight as he listened to her speak. He was patient with her, his eyes serious as she explained her screwed up nature and inexperience with relationships.
When she had trailed off and he was certain that she had finished talking, Edward's hand rose to brush the hair off her forehead. "I don't want to push you." He said finally.
"But if you want to be with me, that's reason enough I think. Because God knows how much I want to be with you. The other things don't matter, Bella. Well," he amended, "They do. But we'll work through them, you know? We'll work it out together."
The corner of his mouth lifted up in a small smile as he leaned down to brush his lips against her neck, her jaw, her cheek… before hovering above her lips. "Trust me, Bella." Edward murmured.
She tried to feel reassured by his words. To trust him, as he'd told her to. She still felt nervous, but at the same time she felt safe with him. Certainly safer than she had been with any man before her. And she wanted to trust him. Could she? Could she learn?
"I used to think you hated me..." Bella murmured as Edward's lips brushed over hers. She kissed him back, her hands travelling up his arms to feel the hard muscles of his biceps and shoulders. What part of him wasn't big? Bella wondered.
"Hate you?" He repeated incredulously, pulling away from her lips with his brow furrowed. "Why on earth would you think that?"
Edward didn't hate Bella. He had never hated Bella.
They had shared an antagonistic relationship in the past, but that had really seemed to be more on her part more so than his. He had tried to be civil, but with this fiery, infuriating brown eyed girl, all his attempts to be friendly seemed to be futile. It was true, there were times Edward had jabbed at her once or twice for the pure smug pleasure of it, and she was hot as hell when she got all worked up, but she seemed to take everything he posed to her as a challenge. Which wasn't always the case.
His fingers brushed over the hard, aching nipples of her breasts and he scowled a little. "If there's anything I hate about you, Bella, it's your ability to constantly drive me absolutely crazy." But as annoyed as he sounded, he admitted, "But even that I don't quite hate. More like an exasperating quality that I'm fond of."
Bella's heart sped up at his words. Did she really drive him crazy? She peered up into his wide, earnest eyes and could see that he was speaking the truth. This man took her breath away. He made he feel a tumult of varying emotions which made it extremely hard for her to ever figure out what exactly she was feeling when she was around him. And it wasn't just recently that this had happened. Perhaps this was why Bella had always antagonized him in the past. Because she never knew quite what to think around him let alone feel.
Her fingers trailed up and down his arms. "What else are you fond of?" Bella murmured. She wasn't really fishing for compliments, she genuinely wanted to know what Edward saw in her because she couldn't for the life of her, figure it out for herself.
"Hmmm…" his lips trailed down the smooth column of Bella's neck, nipping at the tender skin at the hollow of her throat and inciting a gasp from her. Edward could smell the scent of her perfume; delicious and so uniquely Bella's that he was certain that he could pick her out from a crowd of people even while blindfolded.
"This." He murmured as he nuzzled her neck before moving down to take one taut nipple between his lips. He ran his tongue over it, teasing them gently before suddenly lowering his mouth to suck hard, his teeth grazing them in a way that made Bella cry out in surprise from the sudden sensation.
"I like your smell." Edward breathed as he moved to give the same attention to her right breast. As he sucked, his other hand reached to trace circles on her bare upper thigh, reaching out to stroke the wet lips of her heat every now and then as he did so. "I like how it clings to you, your body… and your hair. I like how I can taste it on you even like this. Sweet…" his voice grew husky as he continued to trail kisses down the flat plane of her tummy, "Like honey. And it makes me wonder if the rest of you taste just as good."
His eyes met hers as he smiled slowly and wickedly. "I'm rather tempted to find out."
A short break before the sexing continues. ;)