Note from the translator: all things Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer, and Collisions is a story by Drinou, a very popular and talented French author. Something tells me that you're going to love this chapter :0)
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Chapter 14: Delectable initiation
"I thought that perhaps…" he hesitated, "perhaps you'd like to share this meal with me?"
W-What?
My eyes could have popped out of their sockets because they were so wide with surprise.
"I beg your pardon?" I asked in shock.
"Never mind," he eluded as he sat up in his leather armchair.
His face, now hidden by the ambient darkness of the room, gave away very little information on his expression. He put the silver paperweight down on his desk before jumping up and reaching the large window behind him at a rapid pace. The blue beam of his desk lamp brushed the small metallic object, revealing to me the drawing of a majestic eagle underneath which the words 'Knowledge is power in itself' prevailed, engraved in handwritten letters.
My eyes quit staring at the small object and I turned my attention to its owner. Silent, I watched for a moment the reflection of his face in the picture window. He seemed lost in his thoughts, like he was not in the room. This sense of vulnerability exuding from him disturbed me, and a strange feeling, a mix of compassion and sadness, started growing in me. I wanted to take under my wing the wounded bird that he seemed to have become since his return.
Standing in the middle of the room, I shifted from one foot to the other, torn between the desire to stay and the urge to leave this office so as not to succumb. My reason dictated me to run off, shouting at me to do so, even, but… I hesitated… way too much, for that matter. But this had gone on for too long, I had to leave the place or else I might regret it once again.
I stepped back, slowly making my way out without eliciting the slightest reaction on his part. That is, until I was almost at the door. Then I heard him whisper in a voice marked with a deep sadness two words that stunned me.
"Stay, please," he begged.
I saw, despite his apparent stillness, his eyes turn to me in the reflection of his face.
"Uh… I… I just…"
Stay, you idiot!
"All right," I finally said.
Mazel Tov!
His face lit up suddenly.
"Thank you."
Edward Cullen who says "Thank you"? Wow, that's a first!
"Uh, you're welcome," I replied, nervous.
At last he turned to me and motioned to the black leather sofa at the back of his office.
"Make yourself comfortable."
I put the stack of copies encumbering my arms down on the large conference table and sat in a corner of the couch. The word 'nervous' was more of an understatement to describe my current state. An internal alarm was imploring me to get the hell away as soon as possible.
I watched Edward's every move as he opened what until then I had thought was a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of white wine. Never had I imagined that this piece of furniture was actually hiding Mr. Edward Cullen's personal wine cellar.
Edward? And since when do you call him by his first name, tell me?
With a very deft motion, he uncorked the bottle and filled two large balloon glasses with the yellow gold liquid that he brought up to me.
"Domaine Leon Beyer, Cuvée des Comtes d'Eguisheim. 1990 vintage."
Bless him!
Was I really supposed to answer something to that? I didn't know a damn thing about alcohol at large, and even less so when it came to wines.
"I don't know the first thing about wines," I admitted, blushing.
Why, it had been a long time!
He walked around the coffee table and sat next to me, causing my internal alarm to panic.
"It's a prestigious Alsatian vineyards. Taste it," he ordered me while bringing his own glass to his lips.
I swallowed a mouthful of the yellow straw liquid and winced.
"Not like that. Take a tiny sip."
I did so, allowing only a trickle of wine into my mouth.
"Good. Now, let the flavors spread. Feel them as they penetrate your taste buds and bewitch your senses."
With application, I focused on each particular flavor perfuming my mouth.
"Do you feel the light floral touch of rose behind the stronger note of lychee, spices and caramel?" he asked me, moving slightly toward me, his green eyes scrutinizing the expression on my face.
I raised a brow. Had he really identified all this in a simple sip of wine, which to me had only seemed pungent? I discreetly swallowed the liquid, disturbed by the depth of his gaze on me.
"Uh… it was just acid," I confessed sheepishly.
He smiled a natural smile that I had never seen before.
"The art of oenology is acquired with time and practice."
He drank a sip and then he stood and reached his desk.
"Why are you here on a Sunday evening?" he asked while I glanced around me.
Wouldn't you rather mean while you ogle his ass? ... Come on! Admit it!
Damn exasperating little voice!
One mental slap later, I stammered my answer with difficulty.
"Uh… I needed to make… er… copies of a homework assignment for my studies… and I, uh…"
"You're studying in communication, right?" he asked as he sat back next to me on the couch, holding the bag from the fancy Japanese restaurant.
I was dumbfounded. How did he know that? Speechless, I cast him a questioning look.
"It was noted in the file that N.Y.E. gave me when you came here," he confessed offhandedly.
"Ah… Uh… Okay," I stammered again in surprise.
Crap! I need to learn to express myself better than that!
He unpacked the contents of the bag, which consisted in various trays of assorted sushi and other Japanese dishes, on the coffee table. I looked dubiously at those colorful little bites, eyeing with suspicion the small piece of raw fish that seemed to be staring at me.
Was it too much to ask to fully cook this stuff?
For once I had to agree. Just looking at the pieces of raw fish made me feel sick, so to imagine swallowing that…
Yuck!
Exactly. Yuck!
"You don't like Japanese food?"
Edward Cullen's voice startled me. The slight worried connotation it contained was nothing against the look on his face. Frowning somewhat, he was staring at me, waiting for my answer.
"I've never eaten sushi before," I confessed. "But…" I trailed off as I displayed a slightly disgusted pout.
Edward's face relaxed immediately.
"Oh, that can be easily addressed."
With an undeniable dexterity, he grabbed a small round piece made of rice, raw fish in the center, and circled by a thin black film. Using chopsticks, he placed a small slice of pink stuff on top of it, dipped it in a greenish mixture and a brown liquid and brought it all to me.
"Salmon Maki," he presented it.
I couldn't help but pout in disgust once more.
"One single culinary experience a day is enough," I replied.
He sighed loudly but without dropping the case, to my utter dismay.
"Believe me, Isabella, I know how to be very persuasive. Do you really want to play this little game with me?"
Suddenly it became harder for me to swallow. The sound of my name straight out of his mouth unleashed a horde of butterflies in my stomach, and the insistence of his gaze on my face only made things worse. He'd just made me go to pieces in a split second. All trace of rebellion had melted like snow in the sun under the fire of his glowing eyes.
"Open," he ordered me.
"I don't, uh…" I stuttered.
Shut up, open and swallow. It's not difficult, damn it!
Piqued, I parted my lips, fully aware that I didn't have much of a choice, and he gently laid the maki in between them. Strangely, whereas I expected to hate it, the savor that reached my taste buds was quite pleasant. Particular, but pleasant nonetheless, with a slight spicy note that enhanced it all.
"So?" he asked, watching me carefully.
"It's not bad," I replied after swallowing a sip of white wine.
"Not bad?" he said in an exasperated tone before he laughed heartily while shaking his head.
He nimbly used his chopsticks to grab another maki on the plate and brought it to his mouth. My eyes followed the movement without losing a beat. Well aware of the fact that I was staring at him, I still couldn't take my eyes off his face both sad and appeased. I was totally mesmerized once again. So much so that my trusty internal alarm seemed to be on standby while the safe distance between our bodies tended to decline perilously.
"Help yourself," he said, handing me another pair of chopsticks.
Great, that's just what I needed... Oh hell, if I can't beat him, I might as well join him…
I seized it with apprehension. Coordinating my movements had never been my forte, so trying to eat with those things might be… comical.
"You've got sushi, maki, and sashimi," he said to me, presenting each kind with the tip of his chopstick.
He quickly enumerated the different varieties of fishes or vegetables present in each of them, and then he insisted that I start my tasting.
If I'm not in deep shit now, I don't know where I am.
I looked at the two pieces of wood in my hands without really knowing what to do with them. I tried to hold them as best as I could between my fingers, but one of the chopsticks slipped off and fell on the couch, which of course didn't escape Mister-Perfect-who-knows-all-trades.
"Need help?"
"No, I'm okay," I lied, hastily grabbing the runaway chopstick.
I put the two wooden sticks back in my hand and went to attack a maki in the wake, more nervous than ever. Of course the latter, barely stuck between my chopsticks, fell heavily back on the tray.
"Damn it!" I muttered.
I was about to try and fix my blunder when a hand rested on my forearm, causing the sudden hitch of my breathing.
"Let me show you."
I gasped in surprise and froze on the spot as his fingers slowly slid toward my hand, eliciting a chain reaction on my skin electrified by the soft touch. The horde of butterflies went crazy again in my stomach and reverberated throughout my body.
Oh my God!
In the most absolute silence, he intermingled his fingers with mine, nimbly undoing them. With one hand, he positioned them properly while with his other he held the chopsticks in place. Getting a little closer to me, he propped his face next to mine and adjusted my fingers to his one last time. His warm breath was tickling my neck at each of his exhales, inducing goosebumps of anticipation all over my boiling skin.
Uh… Is it me or the temperature just rise a few degrees here?
"That's it. Now you try," he whispered close to my ear.
After that, I dare you to say you don't want to jump him!
While holding my hand in both his, he directed it toward the maki I had dropped a few minutes ago and then let it go. Unsure of myself, I still managed to grab the small ball of rice and bring it smoothly to my mouth.
A smirk appeared on my 'mentor's face and, I had to admit that I also felt a certain pride at this achievement.
"Good. Now eat."
Hmmm… That voice… Ahhh!
The authority in his voice triggered once again that chain reaction in my body. A huge gulp of wine was necessary to calm the palpitations of my heart. This man would have my hide before the evening was over at this rate.
It's not your hide that you need to give him, you idiot, but your whole body!
It was really not the time for me to have lustful thoughts crossing my mind, especially considering that my mind already rambled enough by itself.
Just imagine all what you could do alone with him in this room. Check out this mellow couch, the design coffee table, this desk in solid wood, the carpet… and the conference table… Hummm… Oh yes, the conference table!
A powerful new mental slap later, I swallowed a sushi, hoping he wouldn't notice the unexpected blushing of my cheeks. My will was melting like snow in the sun. I'd better clear out fast.
Hey, I don't agree with you!
If he noticed my redness, he didn't say anything. As the minutes passed, the atmosphere grew heavier in the room and the silence reigned, only faltered by the sound of our chopsticks.
A few sushi later, I put the sticks back on the tray, having swallowed enough raw fish to last a lifetime. The silence mingled with his presence very close to me made me more than nervous and, while patting my knee with my fingers, I looked around me.
"Dessert?" Edward inquired after putting his chopsticks down in turn.
"With pleasure."
He then pulled out sliced pineapple wedges and diced mango from a package. I grabbed a small slice of pineapple and thanked him with a smile. This, at least, I was sure to like. I munched in the fresh fruit with delight, savoring the tangy taste spreading in my mouth. A drop of sweet juice ran down my bottom lip and rested on my chin. I was looking for my paper towel when a thumb brushed my chin to collect the juice stranded there. Edward then brought his finger to his mouth and licked it, holding my surprised gaze.
"Hmm, delicious."
Ahhh! I want this man!
I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks at the insistence of his gaze on me. I jumped up, embarrassed. I had to leave this office before things got out of hand because I was sure that's what was going to happen if I stayed here.
Let things get out of hand! And twice rather than once.
"I… I need to go," I said as I made my way around the coffee table.
I took a step toward the door at full speed. An iron grip grabbed my wrist and held me back.
"Wait."
His voice was firm, but it was also soft, a mix between an order and a plea. I froze with my back to him, well aware that if I stayed one more minute, I'd be lost.
Lose yourself; no one cares, as long as it's in his arms!
He pressed on my hand and pulled me slightly to him. His fingers slid down my hair, brushing it aside.
"Stay," he whispered against my neck.
I shuddered under the electrifying caress of his warm breath on my skin.
Oh yes, stay!
Encouraged by my lack of response, he swung me around to face him while holding me in his arms. I barely had time to meet his glowing eyes when his eager lips crushed on mine. In one motion, he swung us again and I found myself pressed against a smooth and cold surface. His tongue rushed without restraint in my mouth, caressing mine with an exhilarating fervor that made me groan against my will.
Keeping one hand around my waist, he trailed the other up along my ribs, reaching my neck. A move that was accompanied by a multitude of small shivers traveling up and down my back. He glued his body to mine, pinning me even a little more to the glass surface against which he'd pushed me. The rubbing of his pelvis against my lower belly left no doubt about what would be following.
Oh fuck! Yes… yes… yes…
It was a bad idea, a very bad idea. It would only bring me trouble, I was sure of it. This man was dismissive, arrogant, and full of himself… I could probably still find dozens of other qualifiers just as flattering before running out of ideas. He used people, employing them to his advantage without worrying about their lot. I knew it because I had already paid the price. And this time would probably be no exception to the rule.
Did I really want to go down that slippery slope again, knowing all that?
Oh yes, you want it so stop whining and enjoy the moment, you stupid girl!
Even with all the will in the world, I no longer had the strength to silence that little voice intentionally pushing me in the – oh so tempting – direction that my reason was screaming at me to avoid. And my reason was irrevocably shattered when the hand of my living fantasy clutched my buttock firmly, stressing at the same time the pressure of his manhood against my boiling lower abdomen. His tongue abandoned mine, causing an obvious growl of protest deep in my throat as he nibbled my bottom lip before purposely cutting off all contact between our two thirsty mouths.
"Tell me you don't want this as much as I do and I'll stop," he whispered, his lips brushing intentionally against my ear lobe.
He punctuated his touch with a slight thrust.
"No," I groaned.
His face, buried in my hair, left its shelter to stand before mine. His darkened eyes stared harshly at me.
"No what, Isabella?"
His left hand kneaded my buttock with dexterity, deepening the movement to reach my barely covered inner thigh.
"Don't stop," I begged him as his fingers purposely brushed my womanhood.
A smirk stretched the current object of all my desires, namely his lips, luscious, soft, and terribly sexy.
Just his lips? This man is the embodiment of sexiness, honey. Open your eyes!
In a brisk movement, he grabbed my buttocks fiercely with both his hands, pulling up my dress at the same time. My own hands went to meet his carefully disheveled hair and foraged it eagerly while our parched tongues danced a frenzied tango.
Too soon for my liking, his lips left mine, tearing off a frustrated lament from me.
"Turn around," he ordered me in a slightly breathless yet domineering voice.
Taken aback, I looked up at him, meeting his authoritarian gaze while doing so. A split second later, certainly tired of waiting for me to obey by myself, his hands grabbed my hips and he turned me to face the large window.
"Let yourself go."
Oh Lord…
His fingers went up along my ribs, taking my sweater dress with them. He made me raise my arms and before I had time to realize it, I found myself in my underwear. One hand against the bare skin of my stomach, the other wandering up along my spine to the hollow between my shoulder blades, he made me lean forward slightly with a delicate press, my back arching beneath his fingers. Without never stop grazing my feverish skin, his hands joined in my back to better pull away, going along each one of my arms that he placed in front of me.
"Good. Now just feel, Isabella."
Anything you want, baby!
And as his words were penetrating my mind blurred by the dance of his fingers on my skin, his hands resumed their wandering along my body. The black lace of my bra suffered the onslaught of his caresses, causing an incandescent reaction in my lower belly; a reaction tenfold when he roughly pinched my hardened nipple with a skillful hand.
Red alert! Imminent fire.
My back arched as the wave of pleasure swept over me. I tried to grab his hair, moaning, as he put a kiss on my shoulder, but he blocked my movement, preventing me from touching him and, with a swift motion, he put my arms back in front of me, pressing the glass. I groaned in frustration. In this position it was impossible for me to touch him without his volition. I was completely under his control. And he loved it.
"I said 'Let yourself go,'" he breathed against my ear before nibbling my lobe.
The clip of my bra snapped on my back and it immediately joined my dress on the floor. I was just a doll in his arms but all inclination to protest, however small it may be, left me when his hands explored my bare breasts, teasing its taut ends without restraint.
"Look Isabella. Open your eyes and look…"
My body was trembling and literally set ablaze under his caresses. Staring blankly, lost in the pleasure overwhelming me, I distinguished the New York nightlife scrolling through my half-closed eyes, a mix of luminous halos in movement and of more vivid and colorful lights that I could barely see in the ecstatic fog that enveloped me.
"… Look at all these people out there, just below…"
One of his wandering hands left my breasts swollen with pleasure.
"While you're here…"
Detour by detour, it began a steep descent down my belly. A free fall that ended at the edge of my boy cut panties that his fingers teased, pulling on its elastic before turning back, only to do it again the next second.
"… Naked…"
My breathing hastened in anticipation when his fingers finally crossed the barrier of my panties, sliding further south to reach my wetness.
"… Totally offered…"
A deep moan escaped my lips as his fingers deftly played with my clit, sending in bursts of devastating pleasure.
"… At my mercy…"
My arms went behind me without my consent and unrestrainedly grabbed his bronze hair, which was tickling the back of my neck. This time, and against all odds, he didn't stop me. I clung to his neck then, arching myself outrageously to accentuate the pressure of his fingers on my boiling core.
"And you love it, Isabella. Say it."
Fucking hell, YES!
He was right through and through. Since his lips had found mine, I was nothing more than a doll in his skilled arms and the worst thing was that I loved it.
"Say it, Isabella."
All of a sudden his fingers entered me.
"Y… YES!" I confessed, screaming with pleasure.
My ass against his impressive erection, I undulated my hips at each of the back and forth motion of his fingers in me.
"That's it. Let yourself go."
I was just a mix of blaze, screams and gasps. I caught on fire, completely carried away by his teeth nibbling on my ear lobe, by his hand mishandling my swollen and sensitive breast, by his thumb lazily coaxing my clit, by his fingers ardently moving in me…
It was good, so, so good.
I was close to climax and he knew it. He knew exactly how to make that very moment last before we went over the edge. He kept me on the edge, sometimes provoking my groans, sometimes my frustrated moans when his skilled fingers suddenly stopped thrusting in me. I then clung even more frantically to the nape of his neck, begging him to resume his sweet torture.
"What do you want, Isabella?"
"Don't… don't stop…"
He smiled against my neck.
"That's what you want?"
He punctuated his sentence with a round trip motion in me, at the same time rubbing his cock against my ass.
Oh Lord. YES!
"Oh… Y…Yes…"
His other hand suddenly met the first in my panties. He pinched my clit hard, triggering the spasms of my body, lost in the meanders of pleasure. Panting, I collapsed under the onslaught of sensations that had submerged me all of a sudden. His muscular arms held me back. He grasped my waist and brought me back against his body while I regained my senses.
Just wow!
Oh yes. Wow! And even more than that.
My legs wouldn't stop shaking. I was even struggling to catch my breath and calm the frantic beats of my heart.
No sooner had I regained possession of my faculties than I swung around in his arms and conquered his lips. I needed to touch him, kiss him and, above all, I needed to prove to myself that I, too, could take control, if only a little. Apparently he didn't expect such a reaction from me for his body froze as soon as my mouth touched his. Paying no attention, I continued my attack, running my tongue over his soft and sweet lips all the while foraging his mussed up hair that I soon abandoned to tackle the buttons of his white shirt. I eliminated one by one each of these obstacles that prevented me from accessing the muscular torso of my walking fantasy. In my rush, I even snapped one. So much for that.
It's not as if it was the third shirt you wrecked. It is? Shucks!
"Is the kitten becoming wild?" he whispered against my lips.
I let him talk, too busy undressing him. Immediately after his shirt was unbuttoned, I tossed it on the floor with my dress. I could finally let my fingers wander at will on his protruding abs, slowly going up to his chest that I stroked in a bolder way, using my nails to tease his sensitive nipples. A growl echoed through the dark and silent room, and the sound reverberated straight into my boy cut panties. Or at least what was left of them.
Your panties has been dead for a while, honey. May their soul rest in peace.
His long fingers grabbed my hair forcefully. His tongue sought mine, teasing it then pushing it to better search it again. His kiss was rough, and brutal, and extremely intense, and it made me lose my footing. I was gasping for air, almost suffocating, but it was totally impossible to put an end to this fierce battle our tongues were engaged in.
My hands had started a steep descent along his chest, exploring each and every muscle perfectly designed until they reached this "V" shape, which had so often haunted my dreams.
Hmmm…
After struggling with the recalcitrant buckle of his belt, I tackled the button of his jeans that I undid in one jerk before doing the same with the zipper.
"Wild and impatient, this kitten is," he trumped while staring at me with a burning gaze.
His powerful hands grabbed my ass and lifted me off the ground before I had time to take his pants off. My legs wrapped around his waist on their own volition, creating a heavenly and frustrating friction between his shaft and my core. We moaned in unison against each other, kissing again and again.
My ass suddenly encountered a smooth and cool surface. Despite the euphoria that possessed me, my foggy mind didn't take more than a split second to recognize where he'd laid me.
OH. MY. GOD.
Sitting on the edge of the famous conference table, Edward between my legs, I pressed my hands on either side of his hips to slide his jeans.
As his pants finally gave in to my attempts and reached the ground, Edward grabbed my hands and raised them over my head, holding them firmly.
"I like fiery kittens, but I prefer when they are docile."
Bye-bye control, Mister Authoritarian is back. Yum!
In one move, he pushed my arms back, forcing me to follow suit and lay down on the wooden piece of furniture. If earlier I'd felt at his mercy, it was nothing compared to now. While my back was in contact with the cool surface of the table, I saw him staring intently at my body, that perfect smirk on his lips. That's all it took for my blood to rush to my cheeks with embarrassment.
"Fiery, docile, and shy," he enumerated, resuming his caresses.
His hands traveled on my naked body. I literally shivered under his fingers running along my ribs. My breath hitched in anticipation. His hands had just reached the edge of my panties, the last bastion to my total nudity.
Without further notice, my panties flew through the air. I saw the eyes of my assailant darken at the vision of my womanhood completely revealed. Strangely, any form of embarrassment left me when his deft fingers went to find that little sensitive nub, which made me vibrate. The wave of pleasure I felt from this simple touch overwhelmed me with full force. A long, deep moan escaped my throat as my back arched outrageously to prolong the divine torment that he was inflicting on me.
"That's it, Isabella, show me how much you like what I'm doing to you."
He didn't have to ask twice. I moaned without restraint, responding to his every move. And as he was abandoning my heated core to go back up to my breasts – not without my audible dissatisfaction – I felt his manhood proudly erected rubbing against my seething wetness.
"What do you want, Isabella?"
How dare he ask this question? YOU. IN ME. IMMEDIATELY!
His hoarse and compelling voice echoed directly in my lower abdomen in fire and triggered yet another moan.
"You," I mewled.
"Where?"
Do we need to paint him a picture or what?
"In… me."
I punctuated my supplication by bucking my pelvis. A muffled grunt later, my lover's strong hands firmly grabbed my hips and he entered me with a jerk.
Oh fuck!
I gasped in surprise. Oh my God, it was good, so good to feel him inside me again.
I gripped the edge of the table with all my strength when he began a long sequence of brutal back and forth motion that made me scream in pleasure. Each of his powerful thrusts in me, mingled with his bestial grunts, triggered and incendiary whirlwind in my body.
Without stopping his pounding, he broke the grip of one of my legs around his waist and laid it on his shoulder. This new angle, deeper and more devastating, made me scream even louder. But it was nothing compared to my reaction when his fingers slipped between our bodies and reached their point of junction.
Eyes rolled back by all these heavenly and delicious sensations that were assailing me, I let go.
"That's it. Let yourself go. Don't hold back."
He quickened his pace. Powerful. Brutal. Wild. His fingers followed suit and it was the end of me. My body convulsed with force, sending me to cloud 9 for a moment. In an instinctive reflex, I clung to his arms as uncontrollable spasms went through me from side to side.
Wow! ... Wow, wow, wow!
A moment later, a husky rattle resounded in the room. My hips were taken in a vice like grip as Edward joined me in ecstasy. He collapsed on me, panting and sweating. We both struggled a few minutes to catch up our breath. Then, without a word, he gently took me in his arms and lay me on the couch, kissing my forehead.
As always I want to thank my beta Lizzard43 for her precious help.
I made an announcement a few days ago, and I mentioned the passing of my dear friend Just4ALE, who I'm still mourning. My friend yagalinus0420 has been following my ordeal and wrote a very nice and poignant story in memory of ALE:
http(:/) s/8623684/1/Friends-For-Ever
(http:slashslashdoubleudoubleudoub leudotfanfictiondotnet/s/8623684/1/Friends-For-Ever)
Until next time
Milk