Chapter 28 #2
Scarlett was standing with her back to him, hunched over a table at the top of the room, softly swaying her head and hips to whatever she was listening to. His cock twitched and the urge to be inside her overwhelmed him.
Ah, fuck it.
He locked the door behind him and checked outside. It was grey, miserable, and raining, the contrast of temperatures steaming up the windows, briefly reminding him they needed to sort out the ventilation before dampness became a problem again.
Andrzej and June were in the village getting supplies, and no one else would be outside in the gardens. Approaching Scarlett from behind, he circled his arms around her, making her jump and squeal. He turned her around to face him and, taking her face in his hands, he kissed her.
“You scared the fucking life out of me!” She thumped his chest as his mouth travelled down her throat. “What are you doing? What happened to subtle?”
“The door’s locked.” He pulled her baggy jumper down one side to expose a bare shoulder, his other hand pulling it loose from her jeans so he could feel her skin underneath.
“Edward, everyone is up and about. This is insane!” She wriggled out of his hold and kept him at arm’s length. “What’s going on with you?”
He wanted to tell Scarlett everything– about Briege, Leonard, his worries about this turning into something , the fear of losing the opportunity for it to do so, or worse, hurting her– but the words weren’t reachable and the visceral need to feel her and have his cock inside her was making it impossible for him to gather any thoughts or words resembling any semblance of clarity.
“Nothing, I just need you,” he replied, his voice hoarse.
Her eyes searched his for longer than was comfortable, but when he saw them soften, felt her hands fidget with the bottom of his t-shirt, he wasted no time in pulling her close again.
This time she was as hungry as he was, her hands tugging at his hair as he undid her jeans and pushed them and her knickers down her legs.
Not wanting to waste time removing her trainers, he turned her around to lean over the table, simultaneously undoing his jeans and releasing himself.
Edward was so hard and sensitive it was almost painful as he pulled a condom from his back pocket, tearing it open and hurriedly sheathing it over his cock. The relief when he pressed the tip against her made him groan, teasing her until she became moist and ready for him.
Holding on to her shoulder with one hand, he used the other to guide himself closer to her entrance, making her moan loudly when he pushed hard and deep inside her.
He closed his eyes as her silky wetness welcomed him, eradicating everything outside of the room in an instant. The way her body reacted to his touch and the sensation of his cock inside her drove him wild. He couldn’t imagine not having access to this– to her.
His hands reached around to massage her breasts. But he needed more and pulled down her bra so he could feel her hardened nipples, the impact making her moan and tighten around him. His name on her lips made him push even deeper inside her.
Fuck, this is too good.
His pace was fast and unforgiving, but he wanted to make her come, despite knowing she’d still be sensitive from their recent lovemaking.
He slowed, moving his hand down to her clit.
His fingers were tentative at first, carefully judging how much pressure she could handle.
She didn’t flinch as he pressed the flat of his finger against her, so he increased the pressure ever so slightly, waiting to see how she responded, which she did by moving her own hand against his.
Her wetness made his cock ache and he had to thrust deep inside her to relieve it, making her cry out.
He could feel her orgasm building up around him, her hand pressed hard against his, to the point she was hurting him, but he could take the pain for the prize of her climaxing over his cock. He needed her to.
“Fuck, Edward, I…” Her words trailed off as she moaned loudly.
“I want you to come for me,” he told her, now firmly rolling his fingers over her clit.
“Don’t hold back, come for me now,” he growled, and he had to move his free hand to cover her mouth as she fell back against his chest, crying out and coming apart around him, her orgasm contracting and releasing around his length.
Wave after wave, her body bucking against him, her back beautifully arched until finally she stilled and relaxed, releasing his hand and panting, supporting herself with both hands on the table.
“I fucking love it when you come like that!” he groaned, grabbing her hips with both hands, pushing deeper inside her again, his pace almost frenzied, each thrust making her cry out and quiver until finally he couldn’t hold back any longer and cried out himself as his orgasm, fierce and all-consuming, released inside her.
The two of them collapsed against the table, their collective breathing uneven and shaky. He pulled away, kneeling behind her and careful not to hurt her as she remained pressed against the table. He kissed her buttocks, pulled up her underwear and jeans, and turned her to face him.
Her face was flushed, and her hair was loose and wild, making him smile– she really was his own personal brand of siren. He carefully did up the buttons of her jeans, her eyes locked on his as he did so.
“That was rather hot and bothered!” Her voice was still raspy.
“In a bad way?” he asked, adjusting himself and fixing his own jeans.
“No, definitely not bad.” But she paused and looked at him carefully. “Just, I don’t know– there was something a little reckless and angry about it.”
“I’m not angry with you.” Edward didn’t like where this was going.
“I get that.” She began fixing her hair before continuing, “But… oh, I don’t know.”
“Did you not want to?” His voice cracked as the realisation he had potentially hurt her dawned on him.
“Of course I did– I’m not saying I didn’t want to, or it wasn’t good, clearly!” Scarlett sighed. “It just felt as if you were needing to get something out of your system, as opposed to wanting to have sex with me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Edward recognised an edge of hostility in his response but couldn’t stop himself.
Scarlett looked taken aback. “I’m sorry, I’m– although I’m not sure what I’m apologising for, to be honest. I’m just voicing how it felt.”
“Noted. I’ll try to be more restrained in future—”
“Edward, don’t be like that! I was just—”
“Appreciate you’re busy. I’ve got a fair bit to do myself, so I’ll catch you later.”
“Edward?”
Edward knew he should stay. He knew he needed to reassure her that he was okay– that they were okay.
He also knew that she was right. But he didn’t know how to explain what was going on in his head, or that she absolutely had a point and that his need for her was something deeper than just fucking her.
He needed her to make him feel calm and at peace, and—
Oh, for fuck’s sake, man, get a fucking grip.
Making his way to the boot room, he grabbed his coat and walked out into the rain, which was now falling out of the sky in solid sheets. He didn’t care. He’d check on the stock of firewood that was running low with all the fires currently burning in the house.
Fucking visitors. Fucking family. Fucking everything.