And oh fuck, I had to see it, I had to see him, his face between my legs. I needed to bank that image for the future. I lifted myself up onto my elbows, and I don't know if he felt me move or saw me, but he looked up at me, never moving his tongue away from my body. His eyes were large and dark and his stare was intense and hungry. I couldn't look away.
When his tongue touched my clit, I moaned again, a long and desperate "yes." He slid down until he could slip his tongue inside me, his lips hard pressed against my body, and I could feel him fucking me with his mouth.
I fell back to the table with a loud groan, my fingers scraping against the smooth, glossy finish. He seemed to really like that, that he made me lose control, and he started moving faster, making a delicious rumbling noise. He moved back up to my clit, making slow circles with his tongue and soft kisses with his lips.
At last, I think he decided that he was ready to make me come again, and he concentrated on my clit, sucking it between his lips and pressing his tongue back and forth. I was breathing in gasps, moaning with each exhale, lifting to look at him, then falling back to the table.
He slid one hand from behind my knee, down my thigh, until I felt his finger between my legs, sliding inside me. Oh hell, that felt so good, and I immediately tightened my muscles around him. I wanted his cock, and I wanted it now, quick and hard, but I couldn't get the words out.
"Oh please, Edward," I breathed. "Please… please… please."
He moaned against me, encouraged by my words, the subtle pumping of my hips. He started to move the finger he had inside me, slowly fucking me, and he increased the pressure with his tongue. He pressed it against me and stroked it back and forth, matching the rhythm of his finger.
"Oh God, Edward," I moaned. "Yes, fuck!"
He pulled out and slid two fingers back in. It was more, but still not enough.
"Yes, Jesus," I said, panting. "Fuck me, baby, please, make me come. Please."
He growled between my legs, fucking growled, and it was the most fantastically arousing sound, He was breathing heavily through his nose, and I could hear it, the quickening pace, the heavy exhale, and then the growl - it sounded like he was eating me alive, consuming me.
"Oh shit, that's so fucking…" I tried, but couldn't remember all the words I wanted to say. I was so close, I could feel it building in my stomach. "Yes, there. Don't… Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't…"
I lifted up from the table, wanting to see him at that exact moment, the moment when he made me come with his mouth, and that was it… I exploded, the orgasm burning through my body. I collapsed back onto the table, content to ride out the beautiful wave, and realized that he was still licking me, still fucking me with his fingers.
I closed my eyes and gripped the table. The main part of my orgasm, the big burst, the rush, the overwhelming wave, had happened. It was over. But he kept moving against me and inside me, and the feeling kept going. I kept waiting for it to end, but it never seemed to stop.
And then he -
I woke up abruptly, the harsh ringing of my cell phone pulling me out of my pornographic dream. I had fallen asleep on the dining room table, my head on my folded arms, and I was aching and wet.
I disgusted myself. How could I let that man enter my dreams, and how the fuck did he still make me aroused? Fuck!
I checked the clock and realized I would be late for Bree's party if I didn't jump in the shower right away.
Don't hate me. Please?
Okay, I think that was laundry list #3, right? So what are the two remaining items on the list? And yes, we WILL see all of it. And remember, it's all gonna be good. I swear. 11 chapters left.
Btw, FF stripped out the website name from Midnight Couger's site that rec'ed my story: it's robattack then blogspot then com (that's the only way I can write it!) Hope that worked. Thanks again MC!
Thanks again to EdMazing for the pimpout on Facebook. :)
Today's review quote that made me laugh out loud: "Is 'head of the table' now referred to as 'head AT the table?'" (Thanks, EdwardsKitten)
All things "Twilight" belong to Stephanie Meyer. The remainder of the perversion is all mine. :)