Bella

I was genuinely going to scream if he didn't get up and come with me. And it's not that I wouldn't have fucked him there in the sand. I mean, isn't having sex on the beach, at least once, everyone's fantasy? But I definitely wasn't going to do it with all those people at the bonfire just down the beach. Yeah, this summer was supposed to be fun, but not that much fun. I had standards. Even where Edward was concerned. Mostly.

But I came close.

I wanted him.

The moment I felt how hard he was through his shorts, the only thing I could think about was riding him, and rubbing myself against his dick until I came. And Jesus, the way he was kissing me – sucking my tongue, and licking my neck all wet and hot with breathy words in my ear.

It was the kind of kiss you imagined a million times, but never ever experienced.

And when his fingers touched my pussy, I was done. I was so fucking done. Because there I was showing him just how much he'd affected me – as much as I could tell I affected him. The thing that was happening between us was fast, but goddamn, it was real. And I was going to experience everything I could with Edward, or burn the whole fucking world down trying.

I didn't take him long – just a moment – before he got up and walked to my side.

I took his hand, and then I took him home.

Edward was reserved on the short drive over, barely touching me at all. I wondered if we'd somehow lost the heat we'd had together earlier. But when we opened the door to the house, I realized I'd never been more mistaken, because the nervousness seemed to fall away, and he grabbed me and pulled me all the way up against him. He slid his hands down my back before he bunched the thin fabric of my dress in his fists and pulled it up. The cool, conditioned air – so different from the humid temperature outside – tickled my exposed skin. Then, he covered my mouth with his, kissing me the way he'd kissed me on the beach, as he grabbed my panty covered ass.

Jesus.

I moaned into his mouth, and his cock jumped and pressed against my stomach. His body was lean and hard, and I couldn't wait to see it naked – to touch and kiss him all over.

Everywhere.

I pushed my hands under his shirt, feeling the soft, small patch of hair at the base of his stomach. And how was that – his fucking body hair – so hot? He shuddered, releasing short, shaky breaths against my face as I dragged my nails along his abs. And I realized that there was something even sexier than his body. It was the way he wanted me, the way every single thing about him in that moment clearly spoke to his desire, his need.

"Tell me what you want," I said softly.

"I can't…I just…"

His nerves were back, or maybe he was just on sensory overload. God knew I was. But I kissed him in quick, soft succession, then reached down over his shorts and took his cock in my hand. It was big. It felt big.

"Fuck." He breathed harshly. "What about you? What do you want?"

"Shh," I murmured. There wasn't a single doubt in my mind that Edward would give me what I wanted. And I wanted this to last. "Don't worry about me right now. I asked you what you wanted. We have all night, right?"

He nodded.

"And you promise you'll take care of me?"

"Anything," he said so surely, I could have died right there. "I would give you anything you asked for."

"Well, then," I said, stroking the length of his dick, knowing exactly what I wanted him to say. "I want you to tell me what you want. Right fucking now."

The look in his eyes was wild, then determined. "I want you to suck me."

His words only made me want him more. As if wanting him more was even possible, because I couldn't remember a time I'd ever wanted anyone or anything more. And I wanted to suck him. I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth. Maybe it was because of the way he said it – like a command – after I had to basically convince him to tell me. Or it could have been the feel of him, all long and hard in my hand.

I fumbled with the opening of his shorts until I got it open, and then right there, just inside the door, I dropped down to my knees on the tile, pulling his shorts down with me.

Jesus fuck.

His dick was gorgeous – all dark and swollen and hard. And even though I'd been touching it through the thin fabric before, I wasn't prepared for the way it looked up close. It was so fucking big. And I'd never really been one to stroke a guy's ego where his cock was concerned, but, I couldn't stop myself from saying, "Are you kidding me with this dick?"

"What?" he asked, his voice almost pained.

He reached out, taking my hair in his hands, and a part of me wanted him to just grab my head and pull me over and fuck my mouth. And seriously, sometime between grinding against him on the beach and him telling me to suck him, I became that girl.

"Seriously, Tom," I said, taking him in my hand. And oh, fuck, he felt so good – all hot and hard and slick just at the tip. "This dick… I don't even know how you walk around with this thing between your legs."

I licked him. I couldn't help it. I needed to know how he tasted. It was soap and salt and man, and I was going to enjoy this so fucking much.

"Don't," he said, shuddering, his hands gripping my hair hard enough to sting my scalp. I looked up at him, wondering what I could have done wrong. "Please don't call me that while you're…while we're doing this. If we're going to fuck, I want you to say my name."

I could have died right there.

I think maybe I did just a little.

"Okay, Edward," I said in agreement, feeling guilty and chastised and so fucking turned on all at the same time. It was a strange, new feeling for me, and one I didn't have time to try to understand. I only knew it didn't matter because I wanted to feel everything he was making me feel. "Is there anything else?"

He groaned at my words, and I could have come when he said, "Pull down your dress. And show me your tits. I haven't stopped thinking about them all fucking day, and I want to see them again while you suck me."

I did it fast, and not for any other reason than I wanted to finally suck his cock. But once again – and just like always – Edward surprised me.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful."

It caught me off guard, and only added to the million other emotions coursing through me. And maybe I would explore them at another time, but I couldn't then.

"No," I told him. "You are."

I took him all the way in my mouth. Well, as much as I could actually take. It probably wasn't pretty, but it felt hot as fuck. And I could tell the moment he let go and gave himself over to the experience, because it wasn't just about me sucking and licking his dick. No, he was watching me, touching my face and grabbing my naked breasts while I did it, and fucking my mouth like it was his goddamn job.

And I loved it.

All of it.

Then, his whole body stilled. "Oh, god. Oh…fuck," he said, pulling his cock from my mouth. And he cried out my name as he came on my tits. And it was that moment that I silently vowed to stop calling him Tom. Because how could I, when I never wanted him to say another girl's name again?

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