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He hopped lightly out of the tub with me hanging over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, reaching with his free hand to shut off the faucet. I was upside down, my hair draining itself of water as Edward carried me out to the bedroom. He was oblivious to my feeble human protests, outright laughing as I smacked his naked butt hard enough to make my hand sting. Yanking the top sheet and blankets to the floor, my husband tossed me onto the now bare mattress. Before I could move an inch, he was on top of me, pinning down.
"Big trouble." He growled in my ear.
My heart, already hammering from all the fun I was having staggered to a halt, before reigniting into overdrive. Edward had both my hands over my head. Holding them together in one of his as he looked around briefly, he reached over the side of the bed, retrieving the sheet. My eyes grew wide from the sound of the fabric ripping as he took the corner in his mouth and tore off a long strip. Before I could blink, both my hands were securely tied into the ironwork of the bed's headboard.
"Edward!" I gasped
His mouth slanted over mine earnest and greedy then lifted as his wicked gaze rose, inspecting his handiwork.
"Now that I am safe from your talons, I'll be right back." And with those words and a light peck on my forehead, he literally vanished from the room.
I knew it was of no use, but I fought against my restraints anyhow. The fitted sheet clung to my soaked skin, pulling up at the corners as I twisted and squirmed trying to break free. What the hell was he planning to do to me? My answer came quickly when I looked back toward the doorway. There was my husband, beautiful, wet and naked, leaning lazily against the frame holding my… feather duster?
I sucked in a hard breath, catching up quickly. It was a cheap white plastic thing with pink florescent feathers. He rotated it in his hand, studying it as he approached the bed.
"You wouldn't!" I glared.
Edward looked up at me his teeth flashing. He didn't need to answer.
He pulled just one feather out and tossed the rest aside. I snapped at the lurid pink plume with my teeth when he brushed it across my face, the bed frame creaking as I yanked at the torn sheets with all my might. Wordlessly he knelt over me, grinning ear to ear and running the feather up and down the inside of my defenseless arm. I squealed, bucking and writhing on the bed. As I thrashed about, I could feel my wet hair knotting into a blob on the back of my head.
"Hmmm...Interesting."
He walked to the bottom of the bed, leisurely trailing the feather down my body on his way.
"You know what they say about paybacks Edward." I hissed.
"Yes, indeed I do." He replied shrugging, not the least bit bothered by my threats, catching one of my damp flailing feet easily. Leaning over the cedar chest he took the pointed end of the plume and dragged it across the sole of my foot. My toes curled. I tried to kick at him with my other but he clamped on to that ankle too, using the tip of his tongue now to abuse me.
"There's plenty of that top sheet left," Edward purred into my heel before kissing it. "You don't want me to have to tie these down as well, do you?"
"You dirty... rotten..."
"Were you about to question my parentage Mrs. Cullen?" He grinned with delight.
I snarled at him. He only grinned wider.
With the tip of his cool tongue he slowly licked a line up my arch followed by his cool breath between my toes causing every hair on me to stand up and my whole body to shudder. "Well, rest assured, I'm certain my parents were married. I saw the marriage certificate."
There was a part of me that wanted to kick the living shit out of him, not caring in the least that all it would accomplish was break my toes. However, the rest of me was beginning to show signs of coercion. My legs began to tremble in Edward's stone grasp as he crawled up on the bed from the bottom, wiggling his way between them. Water dripped from his hair on to my thighs then my stomach, further scrambling my senses as he pinned half my body with his own, his erection pressed hard and ready against my hip. Balancing on one hand, his head dipped, the tip of his tongue circling the edge of my nipple as the implement of his torture made its way down the center of my heaving chest, passing lightly through the wet curls at the apex of my thighs, before leisurely making the trip back to brush my ear. In full mutiny, my sex clench and the nipples pulled tight in attention. Edward glanced up, teeth flashing smugly, placing the end of the feather in between his lips and inched back down to the bottom of the bed. He grabbed again my still protesting legs, wrapping his arms around and wedged his head between them.
The pink feather softly stroked my thighs, drawing closer and closer back to the pulsing mound, the ultra-light touch teasing and tormenting. Instinctively my hips tried to thrust up to meet him, but his firm hands spread me wide keeping me utterly immobile. It felt like hours were passing as he continued to patiently play and taunt. I groaned as the mound throbbed and swelled, but he appeared to be avoiding it, dancing around it. He snaked the feather across my thigh joint, lifting his chin so he could reach my belly button, dropping his head low so it tickled my bum. On and on the delicious torture went. Unable to squeeze my thighs together from his iron-like restraint, the pounding in my loins was driving me to the point of insanity. My wrists burned as I struggled to break free, desperate to service myself if he would not do it for me. Gasping and on the verge of hyperventilating, I was no longer fighting, I was begging.
"Please Edward…"
Bright eager eyes look up at me.
"Please what?" he said through his smiling teeth still holding the feather.
"Don't make me say it!" I cried out through a particularly deft swiped of the feather through my cleft.
"Say what?" he chuckled.
"Now… please…" I nearly screamed the words. "I can't take it any longer!"
"Truce?"
"Truce! Truce!"
He spit the feather out and plunged his tongue inside me, sliding through the soaked folds then planting his lips around the little nub at the top and began to suck. Sizzling energy shot from the center of my universe to the tips of my fingers and toes as I came with a high-pitched wail erupting from my mouth. My legs shook in his arms as he worked me through the pulsating release, greedily lapping up my second orgasm of the night.
Finished, he crawled up me, leaving a trail of scorching kisses on my quivering body in his wake.
"Let me go fiend, you got what you wanted." I muttered in defeat.
His boyish laugh sent a tingle down my spine as his hips gently undulated, gliding his stone hard shaft back and forth over the entrance of my still quivering sex.
Maybe that statement was not entirely accurate.
He agree with my second assessment "No I haven't yet, but I will untie you."
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I reached up and tore the makeshift ropes from the bedposts. She made no attempt to remove them from her wrists. Instead, she grabbed me by my wet hair and crushed my face down into hers. Her legs wrapped around my waist and I automatically thrust myself as carefully as I could, given my need, into her pulsating core, still tight and wet, having just came.
About to begin to make love, it took me by surprise as she froze on my mouth, pushing me back from her face with her hands.
"Roll us over." She ordered.
A shiver swept though me. Keeping myself inside her, I rolled on to my back. Her mouth returned to mine as her body began to glide up and down over me. Her hands sought out mine and she entwined our fingers together, pressing them to the mattress as she continued to move. The tails of her former bonds trailed over my own wrists, the sensation causing me to shudder again. So wound up by her aggression, I prayed to God that I would hold out beyond a few seconds.
We inhaled each others moans as she move over me. My back arched as it waged battle against my restraint. With a loud gasp from her, our lips broke apart and she began to pull away from my chest. I could not bear to have that much of her away from me. I matched her moves sitting up as she pushed back onto her knees. Her already damp body was now slick with sweat from exertion and need, the heat coming off it blasting against my chest as her breasts slid over it. My lips were at her carotid as she lifted herself with her thighs again and again, at first bouncing high on the head with just a couple inches of me inside her, then dropping back down fast and forceful, fully taking in my hard shaft to the root. Once upon a time, I would not have been able to have my face so close to the rhythmic pulsing as we made love. But my mouth welded itself to it now as she rode me, the beat of our heart pounding off my tongue. Every time we made love, I rediscovered that I was alive.
She became untamed as she tightened around me, impaling herself over and over. She released one hand, grabbing the back of my head and pushing me onto her nipple. She took my other hand and brought it to her face, drawing in two fingers sucking on them in the same rhythm as her legs.
Christ, she made me nuts The building intensity was maddening, making it near impossible to think straight. She let go of my hands and I allowed her to shoved me back down on the bed. The grunting intensified as she leaned back, her hands now braced against my knees, rubbing my dick with a fury against the outer wall of her cervix. On the verge of hyperventilating, her body exploded on top of me. She screamed my name as I too erupted, hands clenched in fists shaking at my sides, my orgasm so strong it blinded me.
She collapsed on top of my chest, her body twitching and quivering and gasping for air. I wrapped my arms around her, trying to catch my own breath, running my fingers though her knotted wet hair.
"It's never going to straighten out," she panted.
I kissed her forehead. "Don't worry. I'll take care of it."
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It was only another moment or two before Edward rolled us to our sides then retrieved the electric blanket, spreading it atop me. Untying the sheets from my wrists, his eyes grew wide with anger and worry staring down at the redness that encircled them.
"Don't you go there. I did that, not you," I looked him straight in the eye in spite of my flushing face. "and I enjoyed every minute of it."
"Hmm..." his brows raised in surprise followed quickly by a sly smile pulling the corner of his mouth.
"You are an education, love." He whispered softly against the light welts, kissing them gently, then slipped out of the bed.
I was so exhausted I was surprised I hadn't passed out. Every muscle in me ached, but I considered it fair trade for the mind-blowing sex I just had with my husband. I heard him turn the water back on in the tub. I was curious as to what he was doing, but not enough to lift my body off the soggy mattress to find out. The water shut off and he returned a few moments later, lifting me gently up off the bed and carried me back into the bathroom.
Still in his arms, my eyes scanned the room, surveying the damage. The bent shower curtain rod was in the corner of the room. My husband had mopped up most of the water with a couple of towels, even picked up my clothes and put them in the hamper. The wall surrounding the tub had two tiles smashed.
"We've done worse to it." I said as I reached up and kissed his jaw.
"True." He sighed.
"What are we doing in here?" I asked yawning, "I don't think I'm up for round two."
"Silly girl." he laughed. "We're dealing with your hair."
He stepped back into the tub and carefully sat us both down in the warm water. I wanted to lie back against his chest, but I knew what we were there for. I sat up and he reached along side the tub, picking up a large cup, a wide toothed comb and my conditioner from the floor and placing them on the edge.
Edward started with the plastic cup, dipping it into the water, and pouring it on top of my head, re-saturating my hair. Goose bumps rose as it ran down my back, sending a tingle up my spine. Behind me he kissed my shoulder as he sat the cup down and reached for the conditioner, wisely choosing to go heavy on the application. He hummed softly as he pulled his fingers through the strands, gently detangling the clumps. The motion of his hands in my hair and the sound of his voice were so relaxing that I started to sway back and forth, caught up once again in the thought that this wonderful man was all mine. He picked up the comb next, pulling it through, making certain he didn't miss any knots before lastly returning to the cup, rinsing all the conditioner out.
"Are you ready to get out?" he breathed into the back of my hair.
I debated it for a moment. This was rather pleasant, but what would he do if I fell asleep here?
"I'm ready."
With that, he took his big toe and pushed on the button that released the water. I lifted myself out of the tub, but before I could step on to the tile floor, he was at my side, large fluffy white towel in hand. I wrapped myself up in it and headed off to my blow dryer.
He looked as if he kinda wanted to do that too. I wouldn't have argued. Though I had been keeping it to myself for a while, this pampering thing had begun to grow on me. But he kissed me again quickly on the lips, told me he would be right back and darted from the room.
My hair was almost dry by the time he returned. Edward had thrown a pair of khakis on, carrying scrambled eggs in one hand, and juice in the other. I hadn't thought about food, but once I saw some, it looked pretty good. He sat the juice on the bathroom sink, took the fork and scooped up a bite for me to taste. Hmm... cheddar cheese... Of course, they were wonderful. He continued to feed me as I finished my hair.
Clean, dry and fed, I headed out of the bathroom and to the bed.
"I don't think we can use that tonight." He snickered. "It is still rather wet. I got the guest room set up for us."
He lifted me off my feet again and carried me to the other room. Logs crackled in the fireplace. My book was on the nightstand, along with a couple burning candles. As he put me back on my feet, my towel slipped to the floor. He reached down and tossed it on a nearby chair as I climbed in.
Ahh… the electric blanket had been moved. I scooted over to make room for him as he stripped off his pants, throwing them on top of the towel. Hmm... commando. I started to lick my lips. Maybe I wasn't as tired as I had thought. Edward laid down beside me and I nuzzled myself up close to his chest.
"I lied." I whispered as my leg curled around his thigh.
"About what?" He asked as he inhaled quietly into my hair before sighing in contentment.
"I think I am up for round two."
I glanced upward to his beautiful face. Both eyebrows were raised in a mix of happy surprise and concern. "Are you sure? You really should get some rest for tomorrow."
I pulled myself back from him just enough to run my fingers down his stomach. A low growl rumbled from his chest in warning as he flinched once more. Smiling, I resisted the urge to try to tickle him, instead reaching lower and wrapping my hand around something else that seemed to be rapidly agreeing with me on round two.
"Oh yeah, I'm sure."
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She gently brushed her lips against mine as she continued to touch me. How did I exist in the world before her? Rationally I knew that I had, yet the thought of her not in my life was beyond mere pain and agony. It was incomprehensible. I removed her hand from between us and pressed her back into the mattress, cradling myself between her legs once more.
The heat from the blanket on top of me… the heat from her body underneath me… her beating heart drumming against my chest… I wanted more… I needed more…
She could sleep all she wanted on the plane tomorrow.
My mouth covered hers and I eased myself gently into her for the second time that night, pausing just to feel, smell and taste. This was as different as night and day from our earlier lovemaking. I could see it in her eyes as well. They were already brimming with the tears that would soon flow over her cheeks as she rode the waves of pleasure we were about to engage in. Her knees pulled up to my waist and I began to move, a quiet undulating tempo, absorbing every quiet moan from her mouth and soft touch of her fingers. As the heat of her body increased and her back arched, I took the opportunity to sample the nectar that was just beading on her throat. She was at the edge. I could feel the throbbing muscles squeezed me tighter and tighter.
"Harder… harder…" she pleaded.
I pushed deeper, harder and faster. Stretching her leg up against my chest and shoulder, I lifted my torso balancing on one hand, the other sliding beneath her, pulling backside higher, changing the angle of my thrusts. The flare of my cock rubbed over and over the front wall of her cervix hitting just where I wanted it too. A soft gasp and I felt her clamp down around me as the first one hit, nails scraping across my stone back as the flood of her orgasm soaked us both. I kept moving. I knew this one was going to last a while. I continued to thrust and she began to sob as wave after wave washed over her. Each one of her orgasms felt like bolt of lightning and I focused on her tear stained face and her pleasure, wanting only to make it last as long as I could.
"Edward..." Her chest and cheeks were beet red as she moaned, calling out my name. "I love you."
Those three words chanted by her lips unhinged me every time. Dropping us back down onto the mattress, it was all I could do to take my hands from her as my control started to wane. Palms strained and flat on the bed, the last thrusts ignited in the base of my spine and seized my soul.
"God, I love you too." I cried in response as my orgasm took me, shook me and rattled me to my bones.
Eyes tightly closed, my head was spinning and I was still disoriented as I pulled out of her and dropped over beside her. It was her soft kiss on my shoulder that steadied my breathing and eased my nerves, bringing me back to earth. She yawned, and curling up into her spot against my chest was soon off to sleep.
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