Edward hailed a cab and in a few minutes we were sliding into the backseat of a taxi, ice cream completely forgotten. I gave the driver my address and I leaned back against the seat. I was shaking, from nerves, or maybe from anticipation. Edward put his arm around my shoulder.
"Relax. If it's too awkward we'll just stop." He whispered.
"Will it be weird between us after?"
"I don't think so. We'll still be friends. I think you're an amazing person. I wouldn't be willing to just overlook that because of an orgasm."
"You think I'm amazing?"
"Yeah. You're warm and thoughtful and funny as hell. You're a talented writer and you cook a mean lasagna."
I laughed out loud and he joined me. I looked out the window and realized that we were on my street. We were really going to do this. Edward paid the taxi driver and we got out in front of my building. My heart was beating out of my chest as we walked up to the third floor. By the time we got to my door, I was shaking so bad I could barely get the key in the lock. Edward covered my hand with his.
"Honey, relax. Just breathe." He murmured. I took a deep breath and I felt a bit better. Calmer. I unlocked the door and we walked in together. I threw my purse and workbag onto the sofa and motioned for him to do the same.
"Do you want a drink or something?" I asked him.
"No thanks."
"Okay."
We stood in my living room, staring at each other, not moving. Finally, he turned to me and put his hands on my shoulders.
"Izzy, I want you to go into your bedroom, take off your clothes and get under your covers with your toy. Yell out to me when you are ready for me to come in. Okay?"
I nodded and went back to my bedroom. I took off my shoes and threw them into my closet before I peeled off my summer dress and cardigan. I dropped my bra and panties into the hamper and slid under my comforter, grabbing the toy from my night table and placing it under the covers with me, out of sight. I laid there and breathed in and out, in and out. I needed this. And Emmett would never know.
"I'm ready." I called.
The door opened and Edward walked in. He had been in my bedroom before, helping me with a computer issue I was having. In retrospect, it was weird that Edward was the one to help when Emmett is the one who had a degree in information technology.
Edward sat down at my desk, to the right of my queen sized bed.
"Still nervous?" he asked me.
"Very."
"Just close your eyes and get comfortable." He said in a soft voice. It was soothing. I lay back against my pillows and left my hands at my sides. I closed my eyes and waited for Edward to talk.
"Take your hands and rub them all over your skin with a light touch. Touch your arms and your stomach and your hips and thighs. Feel how smooth and soft your skin is."
I did as he said, running my fingers all over my body, from my shoulders to my belly, along my hips and down the outside of my legs. He was right, my skin was soft.
"Take your time, caressing all over. Run your fingers gently on your neck." I followed his instruction, sliding the tips of my fingers along the smooth skin of my neck and my collarbone.
"I bet you like to be kissed there. Imagine soft warm lips kissing behind your ear, down to your collarbone…"
My neck tingled as I grazed my sensitive skin.
"Now move your hands down to your breasts. Knead them gently. Now trace a circle around your nipple again and again. Now switch to the other breast. Circle your nipple with your finger. Slowly."
Any feelings of awkwardness were fading quickly. My nipples were pebbled and aching.
"Now squeeze your nipples. Gently." I did as he said and a jolt of pleasure went right from my nipple to between my legs. I gasped at the feeling.
"Imagine that someone was sucking your sensitive nipples." He said, his sexy voice pulling me in. I tweaked my nipples as I imagined a warm mouth sucking and licking. I should have been imagining Emmett, but I wasn't. I was imagining Edward's soft mouth, his stubble tickling my skin as he kissed me all over.
"Add a little pressure. I bet you like to be nibbled a bit." I moaned as I squeezed a bit more. He was right. That felt so good. I was getting wet.
"Slide your hands down your belly to your hip bones and then slowly to your inner thighs. Feel how soft you are there. I bet it's like satin." He instructed, his voice husky. I was imagining looking down at Edward's messy bronze hair as he planted soft kisses on my inner thighs, switching from the right to the left, teasing me relentlessly.
"Take your middle finger and rub it along your lips. Slowly. Don't rush it." My fingers brushed my wet lips and I gasped again. The nerve endings there were so sensitive. I stroked back and forth and back and forth, relishing the feeling.
"Are you wet, Izzy?" He asked. This idea that seemed like just a friend helping another friend when we were at the restaurant was now beginning to feel much more intimate than I thought it would.
"Yes." I whispered.
"Mmmm, good girl. Get your finger nice and wet and bring it up to your clit. Stroke gently." Oh, that felt amazing.
"Try adding a little pressure and see how it feels." He said. I did it and that felt even better.
"It feels so good." I moaned.
"Grab the vibrator." He said. My hands stopped their movement. I realized that I didn't want him all the way across the room, in my desk chair instructing me on how to touch myself. I wanted him close. I wanted his hands on me. My body was screaming for him.
"Stop, Edward." I said. I opened my eyes.
"What's wrong?" He asked, meeting my eyes.
"I want you. I want you."
"But…"
"Nevermind, Edward. You're right." I said, interrupting him, shaking my head.
"Damn it, Izzy! You didn't even let me finish talking. You're running the show here. I just want to make sure that you're sure."
"Anything that happens still stays between us, right?" I said. Both of us were fully aware that what we were discussing was positively wrong, but I don't think either of us wanted to admit it aloud.
"Absolutely."
"I'm sure."
"Pull your comforter down." He said softly, standing up. I slid my turquoise striped covers down, revealing my naked body. He groaned.
"Izzy…I don't know how far…you want this to go…so if you want me to stop…just tell me. Okay?" he said, as his eyes traveled over my body hungrily.
"Okay. Um…can you…kiss me? Is that okay?"
He crawled over my body and pecked my lips. "Of course." Our lips met over and over, tentatively. His mouth was so soft. His lips parted and he licked my bottom lip. When our tongues touched, I felt electricity all the way to my toes. I'd never felt that with Emmett, not even the first time we kissed. Edward and I both moaned into the kiss. I threaded my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer. He dragged his lips down my jaw and over to my neck under my ear, kissing and sucking lightly. Edward's mouth on me was better than I could have ever imagined.
His hands traced my curves before settling on my breasts, kneading lightly like he had instructed me to do earlier. It felt good when I did it, but when he did it, it set me on fire. He thumbs brushed across my nipples and I whimpered. He brought his face down, covering my hardened nipple with his hot mouth. His green eyes were on me, watching me, watching my reaction. He sucked with perfect pressure and my eyes rolled back. The feeling was exquisite. He switched to the other breast, flicking the nipple with his tongue and then kissing it and sucking it. He nipped lightly.
"Edward!" I cried. He chuckled.
"You like that?" He asked, nipping again. I moaned in response. One of his large hands slid down to my waist and even further down and he cupped me between my legs. I opened my eyes and he was still watching me.
"Is this okay?"
I nodded my head. He ran his middle finger through my wetness and groaned.
"So soft and wet." He whispered. He pushed his finger in, slowly, watching me.
"Oh!" I said, surprised at the pleasurable feeling. When Emmett did put his fingers inside, it hurt. But this? This was wonderful.
"Does this feel good?" he asked as he pushed in and out.
"Yes…" I said. He pushed a second finger in, adding to the feeling of fullness.
"Fuck Edward…" I moaned. My hips began moving on their own, finding a delicious rhythm.
"That's it, baby." He encouraged. His lips found mine and our tongues danced together wildly as he thrust his fingers in and out. His thumb began to circle my swollen clit.
"Ah…oh my God, oh my God…" I cried. The feelings were overwhelming and I couldn't even concentrate on kissing him anymore. My whole body felt flushed with heat and my thighs were trembling. My breathing became spastic and suddenly my back arched involuntarily. Waves of ecstasy radiated throughout my body and I shuddered, my mouth open in a silent scream as these foreign feelings overpowered my frame. I felt tears sliding down my face and Edward kissed them away. He removed his fingers and wrapped me in his arms as I came down from my orgasm. We were both quiet for a while, how long I don't know. After a while, I began to giggle.
"What's so funny?" He asked.
"So that's what the fuss is all about. I totally understand now."