Twilight…not mine (sigh).
Chapter Eighty-Eight
Edward swiped the keys from my hand and drove us back to the villa in record time. I was in no shape to drive since I was intoxicated with Edward's sexiness and confidence. At home, we checked on Carino. She was sleeping on her kitty bed in the living room, underneath Edward's piano.
Yes, I said Edward's piano since none of my family actually have any musical talent. My dad is completely tone deaf. My mom bought the piano on a whim and tried to learn, but gave up fifteen minutes into the lesson. I had tried to do the whole music thing, taking the flute in elementary school. But, I passed out cold after each time I practiced with my instrument. It's now a decorative element in my bedroom in Seattle.
Impatiently grabbing my hand, Edward flung me over his shoulder and carried me to our bedroom. I squealed and kicked my feet. "Stop squirming, Miss del Cigno," he said, smacking my ass. It was a sharp blow and it turned me on, oddly enough. In our room, he threw me on the bed, covering my body with his. "Don't. Move."
"Or what?" I asked, arching a brow.
"Or we stop," he said. "I don't want to stop, Bella. Can you stay put while I set the mood?"
"Are you going to put on some Barry White?" I giggled.
"Let's get it on," he sang, badly. So badly.
"Oh, honey. No," I said, pursing my lips. "I've found your weakness, Samson. Never, ever sing again."
"I told you I couldn't sing. Play the piano or the guitar? Yes, definitely. Singing, not so much," he snickered, kissing my lips sweetly before pulling back. "Stay, Little One."
"I'm not a dog, Edward," I deadpanned. He just gave me a smirk, walking to the dresser and lighting the slew of candles I had all around the bedroom. Once the candles were lit, he flipped off the lights and closed the door. "You don't want any furry visitors?"
"No. I want you and me," he said quietly. "In two days, this place is going to be invaded with your family. I want to spend time with my girl." His eyes caught my own. "You are mine, Bella. You know that? As I'm yours. You own me."
"Fuck," I whimpered.
"That's your interjection of choice, Little One," he chuckled, stalking toward me.
"Nice knowledge of the English language, Mr. Masen," I giggled. He blushed, shrugging one shoulder. I sobered, looking at him as I kneeled on the bed. "I am yours." My hands slid up his arms, taking purchase in his soft hair at the nape of his neck. "I don't think that anyone could measure up to you. I don't want to let you go, angelo." He smiled crookedly, his green eyes glittering the candlelight in my bedroom. Our bedroom. "Just to you let you know, you're staying with me when everyone comes. I've gotten used to having you around me, squeezing my bladder in the morning."
"Sorry, Little One," he snickered, wrapping his arms around my waist. "You are very cuddly and I do like waking up with you, even though you are pretty grouchy and cranky in the morning."
"That's because you're up at the ass-crack of dawn," I deadpanned. "Summer is for relaxation, sleeping in, morning canoodling…"
"That does have its merits," he said, giving me a wry grin. "I do remember a couple of mornings ago when we fully enjoyed the morning canoodling. Something about a mirror?"
"You liked seeing me," I giggled.
"I more than just liked it," he replied, his voice dropping to a husky growl. His hands moved up my sides until they reached the zipper in the back of my dress. Slowly, he lowered it. "I liked it so much that I want a repeat and then some, Bella." My dress loosened and he glided his fingertips along my arms, moving the straps of my dress off my shoulders. I bit my lip, staring into his eyes as he moved the dress down my torso, revealing my breasts. His darkened orbs traveled down the length of my body. He smiled when he looked at my breasts. "God, you're so perfect," he murmured to himself. His warm, calloused hands gently cupped my boobs. He massaged them almost reverently, rubbing his thumbs across my nipples.
His eyes flicked up to mine and he smiled timidly, looking almost boyish. I returned his grin, leaning forward to kiss his soft, pouty lips. One of his hands cupped my face as he kissed my lips three times quickly in succession. My arms wrapped around his neck, pressing my chest against his. His other arm banded around me. Edward held me so tightly, almost as if he was afraid to let me go or if he was going to lose me while he plundered his hot tongue in my mouth. "I need you, Bella," he said lowly.
"Yes," I moaned against his mouth. "I need you, too. I want you."
His hands moved and pushed my dress down over my hips, leaving me in my barely-there white thong. It left very little to imagination. Edward's hands traveled up my body, cupping my ass. He groaned when he felt my bare ass cheeks. "You're killing me, Little One," he chuckled sexily.
"There's more," I said as I pulled away, kicking the dress away. I spread my legs and my pussy lips were on display. "Crotchless. If you wanted to take me, you could have." I arched a brow, appraising his attire. "You're still dressed, Edward."
"I am," he said, giving me a wry grin. "What are you going to do about it? I undressed you."
"You're making me work," I whined playfully, getting to my knees again. I tugged on his polo shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it on the floor next to my dress. I tugged on the waistband of his shorts, bringing him closer to me.
"Poor baby," he snickered as his hands glided over my torso. "I'll reward you for all of your hard work, Bella. I promise."
"How?" I asked as I flicked open his gray shorts.
"You already know how," he replied.
"Remind me. I have a bad memory," I said as I slid his shorts over his slim hips. He stepped out of his shorts and enfolded me in a warm hug. He kissed me deeply, plunging his tongue in my mouth. I whimpered, eagerly accepting his sensual torture. He crawled up on the bed, pushing me onto the white comforter on the mattress. My legs spread and he fell between my thighs. He swiveled his hips against my core, rubbing my panties along my pussy.
He pulled back, holding himself up. His fingertip was tracing my breast as he looked down at me, his eyes full of emotion. "I think I said that I was going to taste your pussy, Little One. Can you handle it?"
"Oh, yeah," I grinned as I pulled him down to me, crashing his lips against mine. He growled lowly as his hips bucked against mine. His arousal was pressed at just the right spot. His lips didn't stay on mine for very long. He kissed down my body. His mouth left open-mouthed kisses on my torso, nipping at my skin. I arched against into his touch, desperately wanting more of it. His tongue glided along my midline as his hands reached for my skimpy panties. He nibbled on my breasts, looking up at me as he tugged my panties off my body. He bit down on my nipple, throwing the panties over his shoulder nonchalantly. I yelped quietly, earning a ghostly chuckle from my man.
His kisses ignited a trail along my belly as he moved closer and closer to my core. I knew what I liked when it came to oral sex. I also know that this was Edward's first trip down south. I'd let him experiment and then if need be, guide him. But, I wasn't concerned. He was already teasing me so badly that I was about to explode. Edward had kissed to my hips and his tongue tasted my skin just above my now dripping core. My hands were buried in his hair, massaging his scalp. He moved his mouth to my tattoo, tracing the black ink on my hip. He was cherishing my tattoo. With a warm kiss, he looked up at me. His eyes were swirling with happiness, lust and love.
He loved me. He wouldn't say it, but his actions definitely showed it. I reached down, caressing his cheek. He captured my hand and pressed a sweet kiss to my palm. I smiled. He crawled up my body, kissing my lips three times before pulling back. "You are very sweet, tesoro, but I'm kind of aching down there," I giggled.
"Really?" he smirked.
"Really," I deadpanned. "If you don't do something about it, I will have to resort to taking things into my own hands."
"Nope. I said I wanted to taste your pussy and taste I shall. Your orgasm is mine, Bella," he growled as he moved back down between my legs. He spread my legs, getting a clear view of my sex that was yearning for his touch. "I want you to tell me what you like and what you don't like," he muttered, looking almost ashamed that he didn't know what he was doing.
"I trust you," I whispered. "You were amazing when you touched me the first time."
He nodded and lay down on the bed. His face was inches away from my pussy. He licked his lips, inhaling deeply on my inner thigh. His mouth attached itself to my thigh and he sucked deeply. I moaned, spreading my legs further apart. My hands were fisting the bedspread as he sucked on my leg. He pulled back, inspecting his work. He smiled, kissing the spot before kissing towards my pussy. At the very top of my mound, he pressed a sweet kiss. Tentatively, he licked the skin there. With his tongue, he kept licking further down until he reached the very top of my sex. He swirled his tongue along my clit and I groaned.
Loudly.
His tongue was wet, soft and doing this little fluttery thing that was driving me insane with want and need. His touch was tentative and unsure. He pulled back, looking up at me. I stared at him. He gave me a confident crooked smirk before running his tongue the entire length of my sex. "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" I screamed as he went to town between my legs.
His tongue started at my clit, flicking it relentlessly. I swiveled my hips against his face. My hands moved from the bedspread to his hair, tugging on the strands. His tongue was doing things to my body that I only ever dreamed of. His eyes captured mine as he moved his lips to my entrance, plunging his tongue into my pussy. He growled lowly, causing my body to reverberate. "You taste so fucking good, Isabella," he snarled erotically, French kissing my sex.
Again, he surprised me with his expertise. He may be very inexperienced in the amount of lovers he's had, but he does prove to be a quick study. He knows exactly what to do to make me scream; make my toes curl; make me come. He may have started off tentatively, but dove in eagerly.
"Yes," I whimpered, rocking my hips against his face, wanting to feel him further inside of me. He must have got the idea and he kissed up my pussy, moving his tongue to my clit. His fingers easily slid inside of me and he began curling them. His mouth moved languidly over my clit, gently flicking the sensitive bundle. "Oh, yes. Just like that, Edward."
He arched a brow, suckling on my nub. He added another finger inside of my pussy, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of me. He was twisting his hand, filling me with his long fingers. He kissed my clit and watched his fingers disappear inside of me, He was growling lowly as he watched. I sat up and joined him. "It's hot to see that, right?"
"I want to bury myself in you," he whispered, nipping at my inner thigh again.
"What's stopping you?" I asked, arching a brow.
"My brain," he answered honestly, nuzzling my folds with nose. "Fuck, Bella. You smell so sweet and I can't get enough of you. I need you to come, Little One. All over my face, my hand, the bed…please, baby."
"Tell your brain to get it together," I panted as his tongue began flicking my clit in earnest. "I need you to fuck me!"
"Not fuck," he said lowly, pulling one of my lower lips between his. His thumb swirled my clit as he continued to tease me with his mouth. "Make love."
"Ungh," I moaned, falling back onto the bed. "Edward, I'm so fucking close. Please!"
He snarled, attacking my clit with renewed fervor. His hand was pounding/twisting/curling into my body and I could feel the coil in my belly react. Ever since I'd been with Edward, I'd had some pretty intense orgasms. This one was easily going to surpass them all. My legs were moving on their own. My hands were threaded in his hair as he eagerly lapped my arousal like a dying man drinking water on the desert. "Oh, GOD! Oh, GOD! YES!" I screamed. "Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't you fucking stop! PLEASE! I'm…fuck!"
He bit down on my clit lightly and that's what sent me over the edge, coming as hard as I'd ever come. My body seized up and my release spilled from my body, covering Edward's hands, my thighs and belly. He had moved back, but I'm certain that his face was in the line of fire as well.
My body calmed down and I collapsed on the bed, panting like I had run a marathon. Edward kept his fingers inside of me until I was done with my intense orgasm. Crawling up and laying on his side, he smiled smugly. I turned to him, grabbing his head and kissing him deeply. I could taste my essence on his mouth and tongue. Normally, I'd make a guy brush his teeth after he went down on me, but tasting my pussy juice on Edward's lips made it hot. Our combined flavors were intoxicating, exotic and enticing. I threw my leg over his hip and felt his steel hard erection, straining against his boxer briefs. Biting down his lip and pulling back, I smirked. "Your turn…"
A/N: Did you all have fun in Lustyville? We're not done yet. Next chapter is another tour in Lustyville. Pictures are on my tumblr for this chapter, along with the next. They are quite, um, risqué. (Naked people…porn…yeah, it's for the perv crew. You know who you are…) Anyhow, I'm also on Facebook: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation or on Twitter: tufano79. Leave me some lovin…it's almost, almost better than having FBI/Mafiaward do nasty things to your body with his tongue.
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