Edward
Her hand was warm, her skin soft.
And the idea that I was sitting with her in the sand after everything that had happened that day was more than a little staggering. She was staggering. It was her irreverence. Her ability, in the short time since we'd met, to constantly catch me – no, knock me – off guard.
She was looking at me with such expectation, but I didn't know what it was she wanted. Hell, I could hardly believe that she was even there.
"How did you know I would be here?" I asked.
"What?" She laughed. But as she laughed, I felt the tip of her nail drag along the palm of my hand. And the feeling went all the way through me. And straight to my cock. "What? Like I came here for you?"
She looked at me like I was crazy, and maybe I was. "I was just…I mean…it feels like you did."
"I came here for the free booze," she said, feigning indignation. I would have been embarrassed, but she was still stroking my palm. And it definitely didn't feel like she was upset when she pushed up on her knees and turned in toward me. I tried – and mostly failed – not to look at the way the top of her breasts pushed up over her strapless dress. Christ. She wasn't even wearing a bra. And it really didn't help that I could recall, with perfect fucking clarity, exactly what those breasts looked like with nothing covering them. "I had no idea you'd be here. But if we're talking about your feelings, tell me, Tom… What are you feeling right now?"
My eyes shot up to her face, and settled on the way she licked her bottom lip before pulling the flesh between her teeth.
"I…I don't know what you want me to say."
"I told you." She leaned in even closer. I could smell her skin, her sweet, alcohol-laced breath. "Tell me what you're feeling. Right. Fucking. Now."
There were no words for what I felt right then. So, I did the only thing I could – I took her face in my hands and I kissed her. Really fucking kissed her. It wasn't soft or coaxing, and she opened up and gave it all to me right away. I would come to learn that that was who she was.
Impulsive.
Impatient.
She always wanted as much as she gave, and even then, right there in the beginning, even with our first fucking kiss, she gave me everything.
Impatience simmered into something softer, something hotter. Her breath filled my senses. Her teeth bit down just hard enough to sting, but her tongue licked, her mouth sucked, and somewhere in the middle of the most amazing kiss I'd ever experienced, the sting went away, and I wanted more.
I wanted to give her as much as she was giving me.
I pulled her over my lap. If I couldn't tell her what she made me feel, I would sure as fuck show her. Because it was hard as she pressed down on it. It pulsed between us, just like the energy that had been there since the moment I'd first seen her.
She lifted up and pressed down again…and again. She was slowly riding me, grinding against me. It was the hottest sex of my life, and we were both still wearing our clothes.
"That," I said roughly, as I drug my mouth to her neck. She tasted like the salt air, and as I licked just below her ear, I realized I wanted to lick her everywhere. The places that would be saltier and sweeter than her skin. "That is what you make me feel."
She pulled back to look at me with wide eyes that were wilder than her hair. And even though I missed the shelter that hair had provided the moment before, she was so fucking beautiful, I couldn't care. I didn't give a single fuck where we were, or if anyone could see, because she was with me. She was looking at me like I was the only person in the world. She was gripping my shoulders like I was the only thing she'd ever wanted to hold.
I was lost to her.
And that hadn't even been the moment I'd been lost. No, I'd been lost to her from the very beginning. The first time I'd seen her. The first moment I'd heard her say anything to me at all.
"Let's get out of here," she said, leaning in to give me her mouth again. And I took it. I kissed her deeply, wanting to memorize the way she tasted, feeling so frantic and needy like this was all in my head, and if I opened my eyes long enough, I'd realize that I'd somehow dreamed her entire existence. "Come home with me, Edward."
"Are you sure?"
I don't know why I asked, and as soon as I said the words, I wanted to take them back. But she grabbed my hand and drug it in front of her body and pushed it between her legs. And she was wet – her panties were fucking soaked.
"That. That is what you make me feel," she told me, rubbing my fingers against her covered pussy. "I'm not going to ask you again. Either take me home and fuck me, or stop fucking with me."
"I'm not…"
She silenced me with a hard, quick kiss. And then, she was up and walking off. But just like before, she spun around, her swollen lips forming a smile, and she said, "You coming?"
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