Fourteen

BELLA

My eyes water, knees digging into the most expensive rug I've ever seen as he thrusts into my mouth.

As the god of love, turns out sex with someone I really want is my forte.

"You feel so good, Bella," he grunts.

My head bops as I take each inch further, deeper. Testing each limit I thought I had just to bring him the pleasure I want to give him. Swirling my tongue, giving him all I have.

"God you're fucking perfect," he says.

I look up at him and smile as best I can with a dick in my mouth.

He's the perfect specimen. A real-life god.

And he wants me.

This is so fucking hot.

"Ahhh." He growls, and then pulls his length out of my mouth and bends down to kisses me deeply.

"I never said I was done with you," I squeal as he pulls me up, throwing me back on the bed.

I propped myself up on my elbows, watching as he stood before me in all his glory.

His abs, his strong shoulders, his arms. All the muscles I could see were well defined and toned. I wanted to lick each inch. To worship each cell of his skin.

"Like what you see, Bella?" he teased, running a hand through his hair.

"Very much," I bit my lip, admiring him.

He moved toward the bed, a wicked glint in his eye.

"I want you, all of you," I said, as he crawls onto the bed, his body hovering over mine.

"You're sure?" he asks.

"I'm positive," I breathe, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him.

His hand trails down my side, and he grabs onto my hips, flipping me over and bringing my ass up.

I moan, feeling his erection against me.

"I need to feel you, Edward," I whine.

"I've dreamt of taking you like this since I first saw this ass in the line at the cafe," he plants a solid, sharp smack on my flesh.

I gasp in delight.

"Then take me," I dare him.

His length is against me and I feel the head pressing at my entrance.

"Oh God," I sigh.

He enters me slowly, letting me adjust to his size.

"Jesus Christ, Bella, you're so fucking tight," he grunts.

"Just keep going, baby," I moan, the sensation almost overwhelming.

My hands grip the sheet beneath, fisting it for balance as he gives me all that I have been desiring.

"Edward," I whimper.

"Bella," he says.

"I need you to fuck me, Edward. Please, just fuck me," I plead.

The bed rocks beneath us and I hear the sounds of his flesh hitting mine. The sounds are almost as arousing as the act itself.

"God damn," I mutter, "faster baby. Please."

His hips slap against my ass with a satisfying force, each thrust bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck yes. You take me so well baby," he hisses, his movements becoming erratic, "you were made for me."

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I cry.

"Are you gonna come for me, Bella?" he asks.

"YES!"

It's never felt this good. Ever! It's never felt this right. Ever!

"Come for me, baby," he demands, his hand finding its way to the back of my head, pulling my hair and giving him a deeper angle.

"SHIT!"

I'm screaming now, and I can't stop.

"Oh God," I groan, the sound low and guttural.

"Fuck," he grunts as I clamp down around him.

The heat low in my belly explodes, I shatter beneath him as he slows, letting me ride it out around his length.

His leans over me, chest against my back to whisper filthy vows into my ear.

"That's it baby. You're so hot like this. I love watching you come undone for me," he whispers.

I want to talk. I just can't right now.

My body quivers beneath him, as waves of ecstacy crash to his shore.

Eventually I can find words again.

"More," I turn to look back at him.

Wordlessly he flips me so I lay on my back, my hands rake down his chest as he lines himself up with me again.

"You want more?" he teases, a smirk on his face.

"Give it to me," I nod, biting my lip.

His lips crash to mine as he slides back in, our tongues fighting for dominance.

"Fuck, baby," I moan into his mouth.

"You feel amazing, Bella," he tells me.

My nails rake down his back as his hips snap into mine, our moans mingling together in an erotic symphony.

Our pants and moans align, together growing louder. A choir of pleasure.

His mouth dips to take in my breast as his thrusts shallow out, slow but packing just as much of a punch. My fingers lace through his hair, holding him against my chest.

The expert tongue swirls and flicks at my sensitive and perky nipple, as he feasts on what's now rightly his.

"Fuck," he says, looking up at me, his eyes full of fire.

"I'm gonna come, Bella. You're so fucking sexy."

"So, do it," I smirk, "let me feel you, Edward."

"Fuck," he mutters again, his jaw clenching as his thrusts speed up again, his hands gripping my hips tightly, "I want you to come again baby. Not without you."

"Yes!" I agree.

His hips roll into mine and I can feel the familiar sensation building inside me.

"Come with me, Edward," I tell him.

His hand snakes between us, finding my clit and working it furiously.

"SHIT!" I exclaim, the sensation is almost too much.

"Come on, Bella. Come for me, baby," he begs, his own movements becoming frantic.

"Inside me," I instruct through a whisper, "together."

"Yes," he says, his head falling against my chest as we both tumble over the edge, his warmth filling me.

"Oh my god," I pant, catching my breath.

"Fucking hell," he sighs.

We lie together for a moment, neither of us moving.

"You're incredible," he whispers, kissing my neck softly.

I giggle as he tugs me closer to him. His hand slid down to my hip, squeezing me firmly before smacking my ass with a playful swat.

"Mine," he said, his voice possessive, his gaze locking onto mine like I was his entire world.

I arched an eyebrow at him, trying to fight the grin that was spreading across my face. "Yours, huh?" I teased, tilting my head.

His green eyes flashed with amusement, his lips quirking up into a smirk.

He leaned down, his mouth brushing against the shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

My eyelids fluttered shut as his voice whispered, his breath hot on my skin.

"I am yours and you are mine.

And no matter what happens next, there is no going back."

I'm well and truly skewered with his arrows.

The room was warm, the air thick with the lingering remnants of our pleasure. Edward's arm was heavy around my waist, his body pressed close behind me, his hand splayed against my stomach. His breath was slow and deep, ghosting over the back of my neck as we lay tangled together, unwilling to move, unwilling to break whatever this moment was.

I sighed, shifting slightly so I could look up at him. He was already watching me, his green eyes softer than I'd ever seen them, a small, lazy smile playing on his lips.

"Well," I murmured, my fingers tracing idle patterns along his forearm. "That was… something."

Edward chuckled, his grip on me tightening just slightly as he dipped his head, pressing a lingering kiss to my shoulder. "Something," he repeated, his voice thick with satisfaction. "That's all you've got?"

I smirked, stretching my legs out beneath the sheets. "Would you prefer I say it was life-changing?"

"Yes." He grinned, nudging his nose against my temple. "That would be more accurate."

I laughed softly, biting my lip as I turned fully in his arms, facing him. He looked completely relaxed, his hair tousled, his expression open in a way I wasn't sure I'd seen before.

"You're so smug right now," I teased, pressing my palm to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips.

"Can you blame me?" He shifted onto his back, pulling me with him until I was sprawled across his torso. His hands ran up and down my spine in slow, soothing strokes. "You were just screaming my name, Bella. My ego is thriving."

I rolled my eyes, smacking his chest lightly. "You're impossible."

His grin softened, his fingers tangling in my hair as he studied me. "And yet, you're still here."

I felt my heart stutter at his words, at the quiet intensity behind them. You're still here.

For a moment, neither of us spoke. We just lay there, our bodies entwined, our breathing slowly settling in sync.

Then, his fingers brushed over my cheek, and his voice dropped lower, more serious. "Tell me something real, Bella."

I blinked at him, my brows furrowing. "Something real?"

"Yeah." He swallowed, his thumb tracing the curve of my jaw. "No teasing, no flirting. Just… something real."

I hesitated, suddenly feeling a little too exposed, a little too raw. But his eyes were steady, patient, and for some reason, I found myself wanting to give him what he was asking for.

"I'm scared," I admitted quietly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Edward's hand stilled. "Of what?"

I licked my lips, dropping my gaze to his chest. "Of how much I want this," I said honestly. "Of how much I want you."

He exhaled sharply, like my words had knocked the air from his lungs. His grip on me tightened, his fingers pressing into my skin like he was grounding himself. "Bella…"

"I don't know how to do this," I confessed, my heart hammering against my ribs. "I don't know how to want someone this much and not be terrified of what it means."

His brows drew together, his expression serious, determined. "Then don't be terrified," he said simply. "Just… be here. With me."

I looked up at him, my throat tight. "And what happens when it gets complicated?"

His lips twitched, and he brushed a strand of hair from my face. "Bella," he murmured, "it's already complicated. But I don't care."

I searched his face, looking for hesitation, for doubt, but all I found was certainty. A quiet, steady certainty that sent warmth spreading through my chest.

"I don't care," he repeated, his voice softer now, like a promise. "As long as it's you, I don't care."

And with that, he kissed me again—slow, deep, and devastatingly sure. And for the first time in a long time, I let myself believe in the possibility of us.

Edward's breath was warm against my ear as he whispered, "Who knew sex with Cupid was the key to the best sex I've ever had?"

I let out a soft laugh, shifting against him, my body still buzzing from the aftershocks of what we'd just done. "Should've thought of it sooner," I teased, running my fingers along his jaw.

He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his green eyes still dark with lingering heat. A slow, smug grin spread across his face. "It's a secret I'm never letting any other man in on," he murmured, his voice filled with quiet possession. His grip on my waist tightened as he rolled me beneath him again, his bare chest pressing against mine. "You're all mine, Bella."

His words sent a delicious shiver down my spine, and before I could respond, he reached down and grabbed my ass playfully, giving it a firm squeeze. I squealed in surprise, smacking his arm. "Edward!"

He only grinned, utterly unrepentant, and leaned in to kiss me again, his lips moving over mine lazily, teasingly. "What?" he murmured against my mouth. "I just like what's mine."

I arched an eyebrow, my hands sliding up his back. "Oh, so you're possessive and cute?"

He nipped at my bottom lip, chuckling as he pulled back slightly. "Damn right I am." His hands skimmed down my body, his gaze turning playful. "Now, what was that you said earlier?" His smirk widened. "Something about getting dirtier?"

I gasped as he rolled his hips into mine, his hands gripping me tighter, his eyes full of mischief and something darker—something that promised we were nowhere near finished.