"Come here," he said, pulling me behind him. "I want to show you something."
He led me into the large master bathroom, a beautiful, large room with rich marble and gleaming surfaces. I immediately focused on the huge bathtub on my left, and I was already fantasizing about what we were going to do in that tub.
He came up behind me and kissed me on my neck, licking his way up to my ear.
"Mmm," I mumbled. He felt so good. Everything he did was so good.
"Not that," he whispered, gesturing to the tub. "This," he said, slowly turning us completely around until I saw our naked reflections in the mirror that covered the wall. The last item on the checklist.
I stared at us for several seconds, the messy hair, the swollen lips, the wanton, lustful expressions. We were beautiful together, and it was an erotic vision that I would never, ever forget.
"Look at us," he whispered, his lips on my ear. "Look at how sexy you are, how beautiful."
I started to object, but he wouldn't let me. He pressed a finger to my lips to silence me.
"Bella, you are gorgeous. Stunningly beautiful. And sexy." His hands moved to my waist, then slid around to stroke softly against my stomach. "So goddamned sexy," he mumbled into my neck, his mouth and tongue kissing my skin, hard and hungry. I leaned back against him and moaned softly. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me, and I wanted it. Again.
He lifted his hands until they were under my breasts, holding them both gently.
"Look, Bella," he said in a low, commanding tone. "Watch us. Don't look away. I want you to watch what I do to you."
I met his eyes in the mirror, his dark, desperate eyes, and I felt myself giving in to him completely, wanting to be whatever he wanted me to be, wanting to do whatever he wanted me to do. As long as he never stopped touching me.
He circled my hard nipples with his fingertips, his hands working in time with each other, and I squirmed beneath his touch.
"More," I moaned, my eyes burning into his, wanting to look away, but knowing that it was impossible. "Please… more."
I watched the corner of his mouth turn up, just one side, into that cocky smirk that I already loved, the one that made me ache between my legs, and I felt the pressure of his fingers as they started to squeeze. It was starting to hurt, but it felt so good, too, and I didn't want him to stop, but then I couldn't take it anymore, and I cried out, the sound echoing off the cold, tile walls.
He grinned. I watched him.
But he stopped.
And then he gently stroked my breasts, rubbing the tender skin between his fingertips, just enough sensation to feel good, to remind me of only the sweetness of the pain.
He kept one hand on my breast, and his other hand starting working its way down my body, softly and slowly stroking the skin of my stomach, teasing just above where I was aching.
"Tell me what you want, sweet Bella," he whispered in my ear, lips and tongue, nipping and tasting. "Tell me what you need. I'll give you anything you want."
Ah, fuck. Anything. I loved that word and I loved the way he said it. It was always better when one of us was desperate, and it was perfect when we were both there.
"I want you to touch me," I groaned, my hips already starting to move.
"Show me," he said, his voice low and rough.
I placed my hand on top of his, and moved it down so that he was completely covering my bare, aching pussy. And we started to move together, stroking my soft, wet skin.
"Yes," I moaned.
I pressed my tiny index finger against his, until I could feel his fingertip against my clit. I guided him to press against me in small circles, quickly increasing in pace, so fucking hungry to come again already. I pushed his hand until his finger was inside me, slipping easily into my warm wetness, then returning to press against my clit. We did that, again and again, until I could feel my orgasm quickly approaching.
And he could tell that I was close.
"Do you want to come like this? Hmm, Bella? With me fucking you with my finger?" he growled. "Or do you want something else?" He rubbed his hard erection against me, giving me the choice, but letting me know how much he wanted to fuck me.
"Oh God, yes," I whispered. "I want that. Fuck yes, I want that."
His eyebrow lifted in question.
"What, pretty lady? You want what?" he said, making me ask him for it.
"Fuck, Edward," I moaned, my eyes closing briefly. "I want your cock. I want you to fuck me." I opened my eyes again, the effort increasing with my arousal, and stared into the darkening ocean. "And I want to watch you."
Some smut to keep you smiling throughout the day. Plot, up next.
Thanks again to ALL!
All things "Twilight" belong to Stephanie Meyer. The remainder of the perversion is all mine. :)