Edward realised three beautiful things that were undoubtedly true.
First, he was incredibly high. On what, he couldn't remember, but he felt amazing.
Second, his large hands were strangely full.
Finally, there was an unbelievably gorgeous woman grinding on his open mouth, whispering a word over and over like a mantra. It sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn't recall what it meant. She squirmed against his tongue, and he squeezed her thigh harder, leaving a warm handprint, red and stinging, on her pale skin. His other hand moved over her tensing muscled stomach, sliding up to grope her breast. He tweaked her nipple between his fingers, drawing a moan from her lips that sent sparks straight through him to his leaking cock.
Smirking against her dripping warmth, he felt her movements grow erratic. He slowly moved both hands to grip her hips, holding her firmly in place against him as she quivered and trembled. He focus on her bud, swirling his tongue around it, sucking on it, pulling it into his mouth and coating it with salvia.
Her thighs tensed, squeezing his head, and all thoughts flew from his mind as she cried out, her release flooding his mouth. He eagerly lapped up every bit while leaving fingerprints embedded into her thighs.
The brunette slowly moved back to sit on his chest, much to Edward's delight, giving him an even better view of her curves, from her beautifully shaped face to the soft bundle of hair between her legs. Watching her breathe heavily, he twitched with anticipation.
She paused for a moment, then exhaled, letting a trail of smoke pour from her mouth. She passed the joint to him, and he blew it straight up to the ceiling. Inhaling deeply, letting his mind fog.
The smoke lingered between them, curling and drifting in lazy spirals before dissipating into the air. Edward watched her with dark, half-lidded eyes, mesmerised by the way she held herself, her confidence, her ease, every movement slow and deliberate, as if savouring every second.
Her fingers traced his jawline, a curious thought behind he reyes, featherlight, before slipping down to his collarbone as she moved to straddle his hips. She took another drag, eyes fixed on his, then leaned in close, exhaling the smoke just inches from his wet lips, letting the warmth of her breath dance over his skin.
"So, tell me, Edward," she murmured, her voice a soft, smoky whisper. "Do you always fuck on the first date?"
Edward chuckled, the sound low and inviting. "Only the gorgeous ones."
She smirked, a glint of amusement in her eyes as she gripped his member, stroking him softly, using her thumb to spread the precum over his sensitive tip. "Good answer."
Without breaking eye contact, she laid him flat against his stomach and ground herself against him again. Circulating her hips moving in a slow, teasing rhythm that left him breathless and groaning. Barely restraining himself, his hands finding her waist, guiding her movements as he felt every intoxicating press and pull.
Edward groaned impatiently, watching as she ground against him over and over. Her essence dripped onto his member, and his thighs shook as she used her cunt to lather it up and down, crushing it between them in a gloriously warm heaven. He couldn't resist any longer; her rhythm, her presence, the way she moved. It was overwhelming.
He needed to be buried inside her.
Just as her mouth parted to speak, he took the moment to flip her over onto the carpet, their bodies moving together with an electric urgency. He captured her mouth with his, devouring her gasp, feeling her hands scrape over his muscled back. Digging bloody grooves into his skin. He grunted at the pain and attached his lip to her neck, biting roughly as her legs found their palace around his hips.
With a hard, deliberate thrust, he slid fully inside her, filling her completely.
The two moved together, breaths mingling as their bodies met again and again, each moment more intense than the last. Wetness slick between them as he impaled her, crushing her hips beneath them. Every thrust spilling moans from her lips.
He came quickly, for the second time.
Spurting his hot seed deep in her, fully pressed into her warmth as he moaned. Her name was a forgotten sound on his tongue, one he quickly slid to her breast, his cock starting to soften, and sucking hard, leaving a trail of kisses as he guided himself between her legs. Immediately tasting, licking, sucking, anything to get her crawling to get away. Overwhelmed in pleasure. She pulled at his hair, begging him to stop, that it was too much. But she was soon screaming his name like a servant would to a God. Beginning, pleading to cum for him, again and again she whined.
Edward finally released her thighs, her fully arched back crumpled to the floor. Cream thighs shook as he kissed them once before standing. Covered in sweat, his mouth wet and sticky which he wiped with the back of his hand. Looking for the bowl she'd ground out earlier, by the nightstand. His muscles shone in the candle light, as he rolled a blunt. He chuckled to himself, a deep sombre sound, when finally getting it lit, as she was still a panting puddle on the floor, groping at herself to ease the tension.
He held out the blunt, his amber eyes glinting as he offered it to her. "Care to join me?" The brunette sat, grazed her eyes over him then around the room she'd found herself in.
She shook her head no, and felt around for her things. He watched her, mostly disinterested, but marvelled at the many marks that were now littering her body. She noticed his eyes and rolled her brown ones, before seating herself on the edge of his bed and pulled her thong back up her legs. Shuffling as it reached her ass,
"I will if you can tell me my name." She finally replied cooly. Edward chuckled, but truly couldn't bring up her name. He searched her face, taking in the smeared lipstick, tousled hair and sweaty skin. But nothing was jogging his memory. He felt like an asshole, but what else did she expect? They'd met that night, hooked up at a bar, then came back here. Flowers? A fucking confession? He nearly kicked her out as he struggled to remember, but the brunette didn't care, she simply stepped forward and snatched it from between his lips to her own.
His eyes drew down to her hickey covered breasts, then to her brown eyes. Intently locked on his own as she smirked.
"It's Bella, remember that for next time."
This is complete as a one shot, but I have an idea to develop it more if anyone is interested :) It'll be mostly smut with feelings lol.
If you like Edward/Bella, I have another story posted called 'Dr Masen' you'll want to check out ;)
Don't forget to review (this is my first real smut, please tell me how I did)