Bella
"Your shorts are ringing," I mumbled against Edward's chest.
It was really late, or really early, depending on how you looked it at it. Personally, I wasn't looking at anything, since I'd fallen asleep on top of him on a pool chair, and I didn't want to open my eyes. But the sound of his phone was making me want to throw it in the ocean.
"Fuck," he said. "What time is it?"
"Does it matter?"
"No," he said, wrapping his arms around me a little tighter. "Yeah…kinda."
I opened my eyes, squinting even though it was dark. "Well, 'yeah, kinda' doesn't sound great." I pushed up on his chest, looking down at him. The fact that he was still holding me, and seemed to be in no real hurry to let me go made me feel better. So, I couldn't help but tease him just a little. "Are you married? Do you have a wife and three kids you need to get home to? Was it like a sixteen and pregnant kinda thing? Shotgun wedding? Sad, really. Because I gotta say, you seem really young to already be strapped down like that."
I grinned.
"No." He laughed, squeezing my ass.
"Oh, good. Because I'm way too young to be a mistress. I was hoping to save some excitement for my thirties and forties." I said, collapsing back onto his chest. Our skin was damp and sticky, and I began to realize just how warm it still was outside. But I didn't care because seriously, how could I after the night we'd just had?
"Did you miss curfew?"
"Maybe," he said, and even though I couldn't see it, I knew he was still smiling. "Well, not exactly curfew. But I do have to work in the morning, and my truck is at home. Fucking Jacob. I told him I should drive myself tonight."
"Is that the hot guy you came with tonight?"
"Pretty sure I only came with one person tonight."
My whole body heated with his words, and I looked up so I could see him. And Jesus, his face. I could have spent hours just looking at his face.
"Pretty sure you came on me," I teased. "Not with me."
"Yeah," he said softly, dragging his hands up my naked back. "We never actually made it that far."
"Does it bother you that we didn't fuck tonight?"
He reached between us, taking my breast in his hand, and squeezing gently. "Did you feel like you weren't being fucked when my fingers were inside you?"
He pinched my nipple.
"No."
"And what about when I was sucking on your clit?"
Harder.
He pinched down ever harder.
"Yeah," I gasped through the sting. "I mean, no. It felt like…yeah…" I couldn't finish because his mouth was on mine. And goddamn, the way he kissed. It only got better each time.
"Because it felt like you fucked me with your mouth tonight," he said against my lips.
I shifted just a little, just enough to feel him hard and pressing against me. And it would have been so easy to just push my leg over him and feel it between my legs. To sink down on his dick and feel him all the way inside me. And fuck, I wanted to.
"Mmm…" I murmured. "I liked that a lot."
"Me too," he said. "I've never… Well, it's never…. No one has ever done anything like that to me before."
I laughed, because the surprise of his words was too much. "You're seriously telling me that no one has ever blown you? Bullshit."
It happened fast; he flipped us both over quickly, so that he was the one looking down at me. "I didn't say that. What I meant was… It's never been like that with anyone else."
I could have teased him, and a part of me wanted to. But he was looking at me so earnestly as he said the words, it sort of took my breath away. Guys didn't say things that like that. Never in my experience, anyway. So instead, I just looked up at him looming over me, enjoying the way it felt to be beneath him.
"Stay the night," I said, and I could tell he was thinking about it. "Stay with me tonight, and I'll take you wherever you need to go in the morning."
"Yeah, because explaining this to my parents wouldn't be awkward at all."
"Oh," I said, imagining the scenario in my mind. And yeah, he was probably right. Charlie would have a coronary if some guy brought me home in the morning, even though I was a grown woman. "You live with your parents?"
"Yeah. For the summer. And I work for my dad, who will definitely be up having breakfast with my mom at the crack of fucking dawn."
I didn't know what time it was exactly, but sunrise probably wasn't too far off.
"Okay," I conceded, but I couldn't hide the disappointment in my voice. I turned my head to the side, and looked out toward the sound of the ocean.
"Hey," he said, turning my head back so he could look at me. "What are you doing tomorrow night?"
And just that – just him asking me that – lifted a weight from my chest. It wasn't that I thought this would be a one-time thing. But I didn't really know him, and for all I knew, this could have been all he wanted. But I should have known that wasn't the case where Edward was concerned.
"You mean tonight?" I laughed, my smile so big, I should have been embarrassed. Only I wasn't. Not even a little bit.
"If you want to be technical, then yes."
"Nothing," I told him. "No plans. This is the summer of no plans."
"Sorry," he said, bending his head to kiss me, all soft and sweet and wet. "I don't mean to ruin your plans of no plans." He laughed, and it made my life. "But you officially have some now."
"I do?"
"Yeah. With me."
And then, Edward kissed me. It wasn't like any of the kisses we'd already shared. It wasn't about sexual frustration or passion in the heat of the moment. No, it was a kiss filled with the promise of something more. And the fact that I was feeling things I definitely shouldn't have been feeling so soon – with someone I'd just met and barely knew at all – should have scared me. And maybe it did just a little. But I was too caught up in him to care, so I kissed him back. And I guess, with that, I made a promise of my own.
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A/N
Happy 10th Twilight Anniversary. I'll just be over here wondering if I love Bella and Edward in their gender swapped roles as Edythe and Beau.
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