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Chapter Six: Pleasure

"I really like your place. How long have you lived here?" Edward asked.

I looked around, trying to remember. "Five years, I think. I moved in after I took the Bar exam and joined my father's firm."

"It's very nice."

"Would you like a tour?"

I walked Edward through kitchen, and main living area of the house, showing him my study and the bathroom, then led him down the hallway to where it split off in two directions. Instead of turning left toward the master bedroom, I turned right toward the guest bedroom. If I got my way tonight, my bedroom would be off limits, it just held too many memories of Riley. Our conversation had been great, but I couldn't deny that I wanted to feel Edward's hands on me. His touch had felt so good, and he'd only been massaging my feet. I could only imagine what his hands would feel like all over.

Opening the door to the guest room, I turned on a low light on the dresser by the door. Edward walked inside, looking around before going to the window.

"Great view. The whole place is stunning, but the view is just unbelievable," he said. The glittering lights of San Francisco were spread out before us, bright against the clear night.

"It's one of my favorite things about this place," I said softly.

Edward nodded, still staring out the window. His voice was reluctant when he spoke. "I should probably head out, unless there's more to the tour."

"Well, there's the other bedroom—" I paused and stepped closer to him, putting my hand on his forearm "—or maybe there's something else you'd like to see."

He turned his head to look at me, his eyes serious and thoughtful. "Believe me; I want to stay more than you know. I just don't think it's a good idea. You should head to bed. I'll leave my number. Call me if you'd like to go out some time. I had a great time with you tonight, Bella, really. I'd like to do it again."

"Edward" —I turned and reached for the zipper behind my back— "before you leave, I need your help."

I heard him inhale sharply before he spoke. "You don't play fair, do you?"

His fingers grazed the bare skin of my neck before they moved to the top of the zipper. He unzipped my dress slowly and his fingers followed, all the way to the base of my spine. His fingers lingered at the small of my back, brushing against the skin there.

"There you are," he said finally.

I let the dress drop to the floor, knowing that the sight of me bare under the dress would say more than I ever could.

"I'm trying to remind myself why I should leave," he whispered.

"Stay."

Pressing a kiss to my shoulder, he said, "Not tonight."

"How about you just stay until I fall asleep, please." I suddenly couldn't bear the thought of falling asleep alone.

"Okay."

I excused myself for a second, quickly going to my room to grab a silk robe and went back to the guest room. Edward was still by the window but turned to face the door I had just come from.

I crawled into the bed, feeling foolish. He came near the bed and took off his suit coat, carefully laying it on the nearby chair, and then laid down beside me, over the covers. I turned off the bedside lamp and stared up at the ceiling, noticing the light that seeped in from around the curtains of the window. It was strange to be in bed with a man, just lying here. I fought the urge to fidget, finding it difficult to relax with him beside me; I didn't like the strange, unsettling feeling he caused whenever I was around him. I wanted normal—or rather, what I had become accustomed to. A man, any man, who would tear my clothes off, plunge into me, make me scream until I felt numb. I didn't want this strange push and pull. He said he wanted me, I had felt how much earlier, and yet we were in my bed, not touching, and he said he'd only stay until I fell asleep. I wondered what he would do if I were to slide out of my robe again and straddle him, if I could make him change his mind. But the idea of him rejecting me again was more than I could stand so I remained under the covers.

Tension filled the room, thick and suffocating, making my breathing pick up and my heart pound. He seemed relaxed and calm, taking in deep, even breaths that did nothing to ease my discomfort.

I jumped when his hand came to rest on my stomach. We were both silent for a long time.

"You do this a lot, don't you?" he finally asked.

"Do what?" I answered quietly.

"Go to the bar, drink, pick up a guy."

Something about Edward's question made me feel vulnerable, but the frank honesty of his question made me want to tell him the truth. "More than I should."

I looked away, unwilling to meet his eyes after admitting something like that. He tilted my chin so he could see me better. Something in the way he looked made me feel so raw and vulnerable. It was as if he saw through what I was doing and the hurt I was trying to get away from but yet there was no judgment. I couldn't help the tears that filled my eyes and the emotion that tightened my throat.

"Touch me, make me feel something, Edward," I pleaded.

Edward's face grew serious for a moment as his eyes stared in to mine. He seemed to be contemplating something. His thumb gently brushed my cheekbone and he opened his mouth to speak, but closed it without saying anything. After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath and leaned closer to me. Just as a single tear was about to fall, Edward's lips brushed against mine.

"You will," he promised me before he kissed me again softly at first, tentatively, as if he wasn't entirely sure why he was kissing me. Then he kissed me more deeply. I moaned against his mouth and grabbed his hair. He stilled.

"Bella, shh, softly," he guided me. His mouth returned to mine but this time the kiss was light and gentle.

"No, not soft, tender kisses," I thought. "That wasn't what I wanted." Those were Riley's; I needed and wanted Edward rough and frantic. I didn't want the intimacy of Edward's sweet touch, I wanted the emotionless detachment of a one-night stand. I nipped at him with my teeth and pressed my lips harder to his. But he wouldn't relent. Instead, his tongue enticed quiet whimpers from me when it slowly and delicately tasted my mouth. Thoughts of anything but his mouth on mine fled and I sank into the heady sweetness. Even though I had mostly sobered up, there was a hazy fog enveloping me. Coherent thought evaporated, replaced with a dreamy haze that stupefied me, making me crave the fuzzy muddled feeling taking over.

His lips trailed down my neck and over my shoulder. He placed wet, open-mouthed kisses down my arm, moving the silk robe away as his lips brushed across the sensitive skin in the crook of my elbow. His fingers moved across my ribs and his mouth followed. I shifted on the bed, aroused and needing him to touch me more. Edward slipped a hand under my back and lifted me so he could remove the robe; his hand dipped beneath the covers to untie it. I helped, tossing it onto the floor. He lowered me to the bed again and flicked his tongue out to taste my collarbone. Continuing down to the swell of my breast, peppering soft kisses around the side. Soft, wet kisses that made me ache with need. He hovered over me and to the side, not resting his weight on me at all. I wanted to feel him and I reached up to grasp his shoulder to pull him to me, but he didn't budge. After he traced a path around each breast with his lips, he returned to the middle, hovering just over my aching peak. His breath was hot against my skin and I heard myself gasp when his lips eventually closed, taking it in his mouth. Edward's tongue swirled around and he sucked, the sensation shooting straight to my clit, causing me to shift on the bed; I could feel how wet and aroused I was. I reached up and undid several buttons on his shirt, my hands slipping underneath to feel the firm planes of his chest. His mouth left my nipple, which tightened when the cool air hit the wetness he had left. Edward moved to the other, this time raking across it with his teeth. I let out a gasp and my hips arched, needing him to continue.

"Please," I begged.

He brushed the covers aside and continued his thorough exploration of my body with his mouth. Down over my ribs to my stomach, and then down further until he was just inches from where I really wanted him.

His tongue traced a path of fire to the side, down over my hip and to my thigh. Moving to the left, he repeated it on the other side.

"Please, Edward," I begged again. My voice was broken and needy. He settled between my legs, his lips brushing my inner thigh and his hands wrapped around me, coaxing my thighs apart. He moved agonizingly slowly and I held my breath until his lips finally met my aching wetness. My fingers made their way to his hair, running through the soft strands, as he tasted me. He was very thorough and in no way tentative.

"Edward!" I gasped.

His fingers moved between my legs, parting my lips so his tongue could delve deeper. He slid a single finger into me and I gasped softly. He began a slow, steady rhythm with his hand and my hips moved to meet him. His tongue never let up lapping at my clit.

I cried out as I came. The pleasure coursed through me, again and again until my thighs ached and my pussy throbbed. It left my body humming and desperate for more.

"I need you. Oh fuck, I need you so bad," I panted.

"I need you, too."

He pulled back, and stood up. He stripped, unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way and unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants with quick, controlled movements. My eyes greedily took in the narrow, sculpted lines of his body as he tossed his clothes to the floor. I reached for a condom in the drawer and handed it to him. He ripped open the package and rolled it down his length, before moving over me, his arms coming to rest on either side of me. He supported his weight on one elbow, while his fingers caressed me softly from the hip down the crease of my leg and into the part of me that ached to be filled.

"Please," I whispered.

He aligned himself and pushed forward, sinking into me, inch by aching inch. My back arched, as I felt him slide deeper into me. He lowered himself until his weight was partially resting on top of me, his chest rubbing against mine as he slowly moved in and out. His tongue probed mine, and I wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck so I could kiss him thoroughly. My legs wrapped around his upper thighs and he groaned when he slid even further into me.

"You feel so good," he whispered, his breath soft against my lips.

He rolled onto his back and I went with him. I sat up and his large hands moved to my hips, his fingers curling around to my lower back. I arched my back, my head tilting until I could feel my hair brushing against where his fingertips rested. My hands moved to his thighs and my fingernails dug in to the muscle there, the fine hair tickling my palms. I began to move, slowly at first and then more eagerly as I grew accustomed to the feel of him. Instead of controlling my movement, his hands supported me, steadying me so I could rock back and forth. The head of his cock rubbed against a sensitive spot inside of me and I gasped, my inner muscles clenching around him.

A quiet groan rumbled through his chest and his fingers bit into my hips before relaxing. I did it again and I felt his breathing pick up, suddenly loud in the otherwise almost silent room. I began to move again, sliding up and down his cock in a slow, steady rhythm until my thighs began to ache from the strain. I stilled and clenched around him again, digging my nails into his thighs, urging him on. With a suddenness that surprised me, I found myself underneath him again. One hand gripped his hair and forced his head back while the other made its way to his shoulder, my nails digging into him again when his pubic bone hit my clit.

"Harder," I cried, needing him to fuck me. The quiet, steady pace and the way Edward had touched me had been too personal, too intimate. I wanted the anonymity and impersonal touches I'd grown so accustomed to. I didn't want feel anything but my body's response to his. No emotions, no connections, just sex.

He stilled within me and turned my face to his so he could look me in the eye.

"I won't be just another faceless man."

I attempted to speak but my voice broke on the words and he gathered me close.

Edward began to move again, but slower this time. "Relax, Bella. You can do this. He's not Riley but it doesn't matter. It doesn't mean anything," I told myself. I wouldn't let my head get in the way of what I needed. Lost in my thoughts, it took me a moment to respond when his lips touched mine.

"Kiss me, Bella," he whispered and I opened to him, meeting his tongue with mine. We continued to kiss lazily while his hips rocked against mine. His arm slid underneath me, and his chest pressing harder against mine. I wound my legs around his hips, again and dug my fingers into his hair. His mouth moved to my neck and his lips softly caressed the skin on my throat. I was hovering just on the edge of orgasm, and I could feel the rush of air against my skin every time he exhaled. His palm slid across my upper arm and I loosed my hold on his hair with one hand. His fingers twined through mine as he stretched our arms up over his head.

The weight of his body rubbing against mine brought a delicious pressure to my clit every time his hips met mine. My breathing picked up, sounding short and choppy. Even as I struggled to delay the inevitable, I welcomed it.

"I can feel you're close," he whispered in my ear. "You're starting to clench around me."

I answered wordlessly; a quiet keening noise was all I could manage.

"You're going to fall apart under me, all around me. Your pleasure is going to consume you." I drew in a sharp breath and felt my body tighten around him.

"So close. You want this, Bella. Let him give you what you need and make the pain go away." Every time I was about to fall over the edge my mind would stop me from committing. Why couldn't I just let go and give in? Why did I always have to fight what I desperately craved? Edward was here, making my body come alive, and yet my mind was still fighting it.

He ground his hips into mine and tilted them so he hit a spot that made me gasp and throw my head back against the pillow.

"Oh," I cried out. "Oh, God."

My body tensed, the pleasure coiling and building, growing until I couldn't breathe. I hovered at the edge, unable to let myself give in to the feeling. I trembled beneath him, waiting for something to tip me over into bliss.

"Let go," he urged.

My release shattered the quiet of the room as I cried out and shuddered beneath him. I shivered in his arms, shocks of pleasure coursing through me until I felt light-headed from the intensity. I drifted for a moment, my mind curiously blank and peaceful. I felt the warmth of his body, his breath against my neck, his lips pressed to the fluttering vein in my throat. With a sigh of relief, I relaxed and he shifted his hips, his muscles flexing and bunching under my fingers. My hand had moved from his head to his back and I flattened it, releasing my nails from where they had dug into his shoulder. He was still hard within me. When he began to move, my breath caught in my throat. I was acutely sensitive and for a moment, it was almost painful. He shifted again, bringing our intertwined hands down from where they had been resting on the pillow and released me, sliding his arm under my shoulder, kissing me deeply.

It took the weight off my lower body and when he moved within me, I sighed again with pleasure. He moved, evenly at first and then erratically, stilling as his body tensed against mine. I brushed my hand down his back, pulling him deeper inside me. He came then, with a deep sigh.

"Oh, Bella," he murmured. His lips brushed my forehead and his hand wrapped around the base of my neck, his lips trailing down over my face to meet mine. My fingers traced along his bicep in mindless little patterns and his fingers moved to play with my hair. Eventually I felt my eyes grow heavy and my mind, too drugged with pleasure to analyze what happened, drifted off to sleep.

I awoke from a deep sleep sometime in the night, sensing something was wrong. Through a sleepy haze, I could see a figure looking down at me. I rubbed at my eyes, confused.

"Babe?" I asked hoarsely, my mind foggy and dazed, trying to remember when Riley had come home. Nothing was making sense, but I could feel the sleep threatening to take over again.

"Shh, go back to sleep," he whispered.

Though I could hear his words, something didn't seem right. I blinked, trying to bring the room to focus. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just sleep. I'll be here when you wake up." Again, I could hear him talking, but his words didn't make any sense. I nodded and tucked my head against his chest.I slept easily and deeply after that.

~LTOYL~

When I woke, I stiffened, remembering the night before. Disoriented from sleep, I'd confused the warm arms around me for Riley, but they belonged to Edward. I closed my eyes, suddenly struck by a deep, inexplicable feeling of guilt. I felt like I had been unfaithful to Riley. I had never felt that way before. Guilty for enjoying it, yes, but never like I had cheated on Riley.

The men before had been a means to an end. For the most part, they were as uninterested in anything beyond a physical release as I was. They had fucked me. I fucked them.

Some were generous lovers, making sure to make me come several times before they did. But no one had touched me like Edward had. He had softly coaxed climax after climax from my body until I was wrung out and unable to take even another moment of pleasure.

"Oh, God, and he's still here," I realized. He sighed and shifted in his sleep, his body wrapped around mine. I was lying on my left side and his arm lay heavy over my waist, his fingers twined through mine, and pulled tight between my breasts. His right knee was between my thighs and even our ankles were twisted together, my left leg hooked behind his. I closed my eyes, trying to will him to go away. He kissed my shoulder and down my arm.

"Morning," he said and I cringed. Not only had he brought me pleasure, I'd turned to him for comfort, let him cradle me softly as I slept. I hated the thought of anyone but Riley making me feel that way.

I drew in a quick breath, remembering Riley's morning kisses. The way he'd spoon behind me, slide into me, make me pant his name before either of us had even opened our eyes. I swallowed hard, fighting back the tears.

"I think you should go."

He pulled back a little. "Awfully harsh, don't you think?"

"I have a busy day." I made my voice dismissive and hard. "I need you to go."

"How about I make you breakfast first, and then I'll head out." His voice was soft.

"No."

I slid out of bed and reached for my robe, feeling the cool silk slide against my skin as I put it on.

"Let me take care of you this morning."

"I got all I needed last night."

"You can't tell me that last night meant nothing to you," Edward protested. He slid out of bed and yanked on his clothing.

"It meant nothing to me." My voice was bland and expressionless and I fought to keep my face the same. "I want you to leave."

"I don't believe you," he said calmly. He slid his shirt on and began buttoning it. "You felt something last night."

"It's called an orgasm, Edward," I said coldly. "I didn't say I didn't enjoy getting off. But now you've overstayed your welcome."

"That's it? You don't want to ever see me again?"

"No. It was a quick, meaningless fuck."

"It was more than that. You're lying to yourself if you deny it. Last night when you looked at me... Bella, it was more than that, I'm sure of it. You liked what we had together. I don't know how to explain it, but it was more."

He stepped closer to me and, despite the urge to back up, I stood my ground. He touched my cheek with the back of his fingers. "Just give me your number. Give me a chance. It was more than just a quick fuck and you know it," he said softly.

"Get. The fuck. Out," I seethed. "Don't make me call Jacob!" My voice on the edge of breaking. Edward's words had pushed my limit. He wasn't wrong but he had no right to say what he did. He didn't know me. He didn't know what was going on in my life. "Stop, just stop. Why does it even matter?"

"Jacob? The old coot from last night?" He snorted. "Right."

"Just go or I'll call the cops."

He scowled and finished buttoning his shirt. He shrugged into his jacket before retrieving his wallet, phone, and keys from where he'd placed them on the dresser. I followed him as he made his way to the entryway of the apartment.

"I'm leaving my number." He took a sheet of paper from off the narrow table by the door and jotted something down, placing a heavy glass paperweight on top. "I hope I hear from you."

"You won't."

His face tightened and he walked to the door. He opened it, but paused for a moment before he stepped into the hall and pulled the door closed behind him. I picked up the paperweight and threw it as hard as I could. I watched as it sailed through the air, the piece of paper with Edward's number fluttering to the ground as the glass hit the door. It shattered, splintering into a thousand little pieces. I slid to the floor, unable to bear the weight of the pain crushing my chest, making me gasp for air. I sobbed with anger and despair, missing Riley more than I had since he left. And horrified that I could still feel Edward's touch against my skin.

When I was finally too weak and exhausted, I staggered to the bedroom and nearly tripped. My green dress lay crumpled on the floor and I picked it up, clutching it in my hands as I cried. I sat heavily on the bed, only to be enveloped in the scent of Edward's cologne. I didn't recognize it, but the smell reminded me of fresh linens and clean soap, with the hint of summer rain and warm, earthy notes of wet soil. It was an easy, comforting smell and it pulled at me back to thoughts of Edward and what we had done the night before, how he held me after. His scent was comforting and welcoming, and almost instantly, I desperately missed the heavier notes of the cologne Riley had worn as long as we'd been together. I ripped the sheets from the bed and stuffed them into the laundry before I made my way shakily to the bathroom to scrub Edward's scent from my skin.

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