TWENTY
His cool fingers trail down my neck, across my collarbone, sending shivers through my body. I arch into his touch, craving more. Edward's eyes meet mine, molten gold filled with desire and something deeper, more profound.
"Make me forget," I stroke his face, "I don't want to be the girl dating this prince. I want to be the girl with her boyfriend."
Edward's eyes soften at my words, understanding flickering across his features. He leans in, pressing his forehead against mine.
"You're right," he murmurs. "In here, we're just Edward and Bella. No titles, no expectations."
His lips find mine again, this time in a gentle, tender kiss. It's different from the passionate one before - slower, more intimate. I feel myself melting into him, the world outside fading away until it's just us.
Edward's hands trail down my sides, coming to rest on my hips. He pulls back slightly, his golden eyes searching mine. "Is this okay?" he asks softly.
"No. I want it hard," I shake my head, "you can be romantic another time. I need release after this shit ass day."
Edward's eyes darken with desire, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "As you wish," he says, his voice husky.
In one swift motion, he flips us over, pinning me beneath him. His lips crash against mine, hungry and demanding. I gasp into the kiss, my body arching up to meet his.
His cool hands slide under my shirt, leaving trails of fire on my skin. I tug at his already open shirt, desperate to feel more of him. Edward breaks the kiss just long enough to help me remove his shirt before his lips are on mine again.
"Tell me what you want, Bella," he murmurs against my neck, his breath sending shivers down my spine.
"You," I pant, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "All of you."
Edward's response is immediate and intense. He captures my lips again, his hands roaming. I try to touch him but he captures my hands lifting my arms up and above my head.
"The dirtier you talk, the dirtier it gets," he instructs.
I feel a thrill run through me at Edward's words, a mix of excitement and nervousness. But I push past my hesitation, determined to lose myself in this moment with him.
"I want you to fuck me, Edward," I whisper, my voice husky with desire. "Hard and fast. Make me forget everything but you."
A low growl rumbles in his chest, his eyes darkening with lust. "As you command, my love," he says, his voice rough.
In one fluid motion, he tears open my shirt, buttons scattering across the bed. His cool lips trail down my neck, across my collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I arch into him, desperate for more contact.
"Tell me more," Edward murmurs against my skin, his hands sliding down to my hips.
I gasp as Edward's cool hands slide under the waistband of my pants. "I want to feel you deep inside me," I manage to say between ragged breaths. "I want you to make me scream your name."
Edward's eyes flash with desire as he quickly removes the rest of our clothing. His marble-like body hovers over mine, cool and perfect.
"Say more," he encourages.
I inhale deeply, my body tingling with anticipation and vulnerability. "I want..." I stutter, my voice quivering with lust, "Claim me."
Edward's eyes darken at my words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Without warning, he enters me in one swift motion, causing me to cry out in pleasure.
"Like this?" he whispers in my ear, his voice rough with desire.
"Yes," I gasp, my nails digging into his back. "More."
He obliges, setting a punishing pace that has me seeing stars. His cool hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I arch into him, desperate for more contact.
"Edward," I moan, my head thrown back in ecstasy. "Don't stop."
"Never," he growls, his lips attacking my neck. "You're mine, Bella. All mine."
I feel the tension building inside me, a coiling spring ready to snap. Edward senses it too, his movements becoming more frantic.
"Describe it. What am I doing to you," he demands.
"You're... you're filling me completely," I gasp out between ragged breaths.
Edward's eyes blaze with intensity as he continues his relentless pace. "More," he growls.
I struggle to find words through the haze of pleasure. "Your... your cock is stretching me," I moan.
Edward groans, burying his face in my neck. He pants against my skin. He hits a part of me that my body is obsessed with.
"Oh god. Oh… right there," I gasp out, wriggling beneath his hold.
"Tell me," Edward demands, his voice husky with desire. "Tell me exactly what you're feeling."
I struggle to form coherent thoughts as waves of pleasure crash over me. "You're... you're hitting this spot inside me," I gasp out. "It's like electricity shooting through my body."
Edward's eyes darken further, a primal look crossing his face. He adjusts his angle slightly, hitting that spot with even more precision.
"Like this?" he growls.
"Yes!" I cry out, my back arching off the bed. "Oh god, Edward, yes!"
His pace increases, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. I cling to him desperately, my nails digging into his marble-like skin.
"I can feel you tightening around me," Edward groans. "You're close, aren't you?"
Unable to speak I nod, squeezing my eyes shut.
"Open your eyes," he demands, lifting my legs further up is hips, "look at me."
I force my eyes open, meeting Edward's intense golden gaze. The sight of him above me, his perfect face contorted with pleasure, nearly pushes me over the edge.
"That's it," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "I want to see your eyes when you come."
His words send a shiver through me, and I feel the tension in my body building to an almost unbearable level. Edward's thrusts become more erratic, his own release clearly approaching.
"Edward," I gasp, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so close..."
"Let go, baby," he commands, his eyes never leaving mine. "Come for me."
As if my body was waiting for his permission, I feel myself shatter. Waves of pleasure crash over me, and I cry out Edward's name, my body arching off the bed.
Leaning down he slows his movement while I quiver, mouth latching to my breasts as he leans over me.
Edward's cool mouth on my sensitive skin sends aftershocks of pleasure through my body. I shudder beneath him, overwhelmed by the sensations. His thrusts have slowed to a gentle rhythm, drawing out my orgasm.
"Your obsessed with my boobs," I giggle.
Edward chuckles against my skin, the vibration sending another shiver through me. He lifts his head, his golden eyes meeting mine with a mischievous glint.
"Can you blame me?" he says, his voice low and husky. "They're perfect. Just like the rest of you."
He punctuates his words with a particularly deep thrust, causing me to gasp. I can feel him still hard inside me, his own release not yet reached.
"You didn't..." I start, but Edward silences me with a kiss.
"Don't worry about me," he murmurs against my lips. "This was about you."
I shake my head, determination filling me. "No," I say firmly, surprising both of us with my boldness. "I want you to feel good too."
Before he can protest, I use all my strength to flip us over. Edward allows it.
"Now you can look at them properly," I grab his hands and place them on my chest.
"You're so considerate," he teases, giving me a gently squeeze.
"Consideration would be letting you put your dick between them," I say.
Edward's eyes widen at my words, a mix of surprise and desire flashing across his face. His hands tighten on my breasts, sending a shiver through me.
"Bella," he groans, his voice rough with want. "You can't just say things like that."
I lean down, my lips brushing against his ear. "Why not?" I whisper, feeling bold. "Don't you want to?"
In response, Edward flips us over again, pinning me beneath him. His eyes are dark with lust as he looks down at me.
"You have no idea the things I want to do to you," he growls.
I arch an eyebrow at him, challenge in my eyes. "Then show me."
Edward doesn't need any further encouragement. He slides out of me, eliciting a whimper of loss from my lips. But before I can complain, he's positioning himself over my chest.
His cool hands gently push my breasts together, creating a tight channel. I watch, mesmerised, as he slowly slides his length between them. The sight is incredibly erotic, and I feel a fresh wave of arousal wash over me.
"Is this what you wanted?" Edward asks, his voice strained with pleasure.
"I want to pleasure my future king," I bite my lip looking up at him.
Edward's eyes darken at my words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Your future king," he repeats, his voice husky with desire. "I like the sound of that."
He begins to move, sliding between my breasts with slow, deliberate strokes. I watch, fascinated, as the tip of his length appears and disappears with each thrust. The sight is incredibly erotic, and I feel my own arousal building again.
"Touch yourself," he demands.
I slide my hand down my body, my fingers finding my sensitive flesh.
Edward watches intently, his movements becoming more urgent as he sees me pleasuring myself. "That's it," he groans. "Show me how good it feels."
Encouraged by his words, I let myself get lost in the sensation. My fingers move in tight circles, matching the rhythm of Edward's thrusts between my breasts. The dual stimulation is intoxicating, and I feel myself rapidly approaching another climax.
"Tell me how good it feels," I moan.
Edward's eyes lock onto mine, his gaze intense and filled with desire. "It feels incredible," he groans, his voice rough with pleasure.
His words send a thrill through me, and I arch my back, pressing my chest more firmly against him. Edward's eyes flutter closed for a moment, a low moan escaping his lips.
"And watching you touch yourself," he continues, his voice strained, "seeing the pleasure on your face... it's the hottest thing I've ever seen."
I whimper at his words, my fingers moving faster against my sensitive flesh. The sight of Edward above me, his perfect body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, is pushing me closer to the edge.
"Come on my face," I instruct.
Edward's eyes widen at my bold request, a mix of surprise and intense desire flashing across his face. His movements become more erratic, his breathing ragged.
"You're like my own personal porn star," he groans, "every boy's wet dream."
His words send a jolt of pleasure through me. I arch my back, pressing my breasts more firmly against him.
"That's it," I encourage, my voice breathy. "Let go, Edward. I want to feel you..."
Edward's movements become more frantic, his control slipping. I can see the tension in his body, the way his muscles are coiled tight. He's close.
"Bella," he groans, his voice strained. "I'm going to..."
"Yes," I moan, my own pleasure building to a crescendo. "Come for me, Edward."
With a final, powerful thrust, Edward lets out a guttural groan. I feel the warm splash of his release on my face and chest, the sensation pushing me over the edge into my own climax. I cry out his name as waves of pleasure crash over me.
For a moment, we're both frozen. He looks down at me in awe, as I scoop some of him into my mouth, sucking my finger.
Edward watches me intently, his eyes dark with desire as I taste him. A low growl rumbles in his chest.
"You are utterly intoxicating," he murmurs, leaning down to capture my lips in a searing kiss.
I moan into his mouth, tasting the mix of him and myself on his tongue. When we finally break apart, we're both breathing heavily.
Edward leaves me momentarily for the bathroom, bringing back a warm face-washer, gently cleaning my face and chest with reverent touches. His cool fingers leave trails of fire on my oversensitive skin.
"Your personal porn star huh?" I tease.
Edward chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement and lingering desire. "I apologise if that was crude," he says, his voice still husky. "You seem to have a way of making me lose control of my words... among other things."
I grin up at him, feeling bold and satisfied. "Don't be sorry," I admit. "I like to bring all your fantasies to life. To make our time together in here unique and new every time."
He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "You affect me in ways I never thought possible, Bella," he murmurs. "In every way imaginable."
I snuggle closer to him, relishing the coolness of his skin against my overheated body. For a moment, we lie in comfortable silence, basking in the afterglow.
"So," I say eventually, tracing patterns on his chest with my fingertip. "I already have ideas for next time."
Edward raises an eyebrow, a mix of curiosity and desire flickering in his golden eyes. "Oh? Do tell," he says, his voice low and seductive.
I bite my lip, suddenly feeling a bit shy despite our recent activities. But the warmth in Edward's gaze encourages me to continue.
"Well," I start, my finger still tracing lazy patterns on his chest, "I was thinking maybe you could tie me up."
Edward's eyes darken at my words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Tie you up?" he repeats, his voice husky.
I nod, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. "Yeah. You know, restrain me. Make me completely at your mercy."
Edward's cool fingers trail down my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "The thought of you bound and helpless beneath me is... intoxicating," he admits, his voice low and seductive.
"I mean when I look at royals I always thought their sex life would be so vanilla," I shrug, "I don't want to be like that. If people ever found out what I do to their future king in bed they'd faint."
He leans in close, his cool breath fanning across my ear as he whispers, "The things I want to do to you... they're far from vanilla."
