7. Edward
Chapter 7
Edward
I meant to seduce her. Lay her on her bed and kiss every inch of her, from her beautiful mouth to the curve of her neck to her soft stomach and beyond. Make her slick enough to take me. Slide inside her, gentle and slow. And as I thrust inside, I intended to stroke her cheek, her hair. Tell her how precious she’s become to me.
I fail.
The moment I close the door behind us and she lifts those trusting russet eyes to mine, lust hits me hard. It’s been riding me for weeks, this need for her. But this is more profound because it grips me all at once. My walls tumble, and I’m suddenly desperate for her. This moment. This woman. The need to be inside her.
Our surroundings seem to amplify the moment, the oak table in the kitchen gleaming with its fresh coat of varnish, the Christmas lights in the living room throwing flickering shadows across her flushed skin. Her cheeks are red. Her nipples are little points pressing through her sweater, begging me to taste them.
I wrap my hand around her nape, bringing her mouth to mine even as she jerks at my jacket and claws at my t-shirt. Our lips land awkwardly, then slant into a seamless kiss.
Ah, fuck. Perfect.
I slide my tongue inside, needing her taste. I breathe her skin, inhaling her scent. With my free hand, I grip her hip and force her hips against my cock, needing her to feel how hard I am for her.
Ember tears at me, panting and moaning and gripping my neck. I turn, back her up to the kitchen, lift her, and set her ass on the table. Our mouths part long enough for her to fist my hair and kiss my jaw and neck. She’s already rid me of my jacket, so I rip at my t-shirt, hearing a seam split.
Ember helps, yanking it free of my jeans and shoving it up with both hands, even as she places desperate kisses over my collarbone and beneath my chin. My back hits the chair behind me, but I barely notice the discomfort. The only thing that matters is Ember, her hands greedy and her mouth insatiable.
We pull away from the kiss, panting heavily, our chests heaving.
I quickly remove her boots, and Ember lifts her arms as I strip off her sweater, dropping it to the floor. Her breasts, round and large, threaten to spill from her lacy bra. Before I have time to look my fill, she brings me back to her mouth, little mewling sounds humming against my lips.
Pressing my hand to her chest, I push her so she’s lying on the table, spread out for me like a feast. My hands move to her knees. Fist her skirt. Draw it up to reveal smooth thighs and lace underwear. She lifts her hips so I can remove her panties. Gripping her knees, I spread them wide, and her knees tremble. I bend to kiss her inner thigh roughly, tracing my tongue along the sensitive skin.
Ember gasps, her eyes fluttering shut. Heat radiates from her sex, and I want nothing more than to taste her, to consume her completely. As my fingers trail up her thighs, she lets out a soft moan, her body trembling with anticipation. I lean in closer, my tongue darting out to tease and tickle the most delicate part of her.
Ember gasps again, her hips thrusting forward uncontrollably as I spear my tongue through her slick folds. I slowly circle her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body. She grips my hair, pulling me closer as she moans loudly.
“That’s it, Firefly,” I growl, the nickname spilling from my lips and vibrating against her quivering flesh. “Fuck my mouth like a queen.”
“F-firefly?” she whispers.
Yeah, that’s what she is—my Firefly. A rare and unexpected spark of warmth and hope in a life that has often felt cold and shadowed by my past. Like a firefly illuminating the night, she stands out—unique, radiant, and unforgettable.
“You drew me in like a firefly on a summer evening. All fiery strength and gentle beauty.”
Jesus, when did I become so fucking sentimental? I’m not a man who gets caught up in poetic nonsense. But with Ember, everything feels different—lighter, brighter, like she’s cracked open something in me I didn’t even know was there. She’s too rare, too beautiful to let slip away.
“Oh, Edward,” she sighs, her eyes glowing. “I… Oh!”
I cut her off, diving between her thick thighs again for another taste. She mewls, clutching at my hair, and I almost cum in my pants like a teenager. She tastes sweet and salty; it’s intoxicating. I nibble and suckle faster and harder, her wetness coating my tongue and beard with every lick. Her moans grow more intense, her body arching off the table as she begs for more. Her cunt flutters around my tongue as I spear it inside her, and I know she’s close.
I continue my relentless assault on her clit, licking, sucking, and nibbling lightly. It’s enough. She cries out as her orgasm rushes through her like a tsunami. Her muscles clench against my mouth as she shudders and convulses, her body shaking uncontrollably.
I pull back as her breathing slows and her eyes flutter open. Her gaze holds pure satisfaction. Leaning in, I brush a kiss across her lips, letting her taste her sweetness.
Ember pulls me closer, wrapping her arms around me. “Edward, please… I need you.”
“I’ve got you, Firefly,” I murmur, licking the shell of her ear.
My fingers find her inner thighs. still damp with her release, the heart of her drenched. Her sleek folds are swollen and needy. I slide a finger inside her. She grunts, her nails digging into my shoulders, her eyes squeezing shut as her body seizes my thick digit.
“Easy,” I murmur. “Take one more.” I know I’m rushing her, but my cock is so hot and swollen that every damned inch of my skin pulses like a raw wound.
I insert another finger, stretching her. She squirms and grinds her hips against the table, trying to accommodate the intrusion.
She’s tight. So fucking tight.
“Good girl,” I praise as I stretch her, prepare her. Pulling my fingers from her, I savor her sticky wetness on my skin. I fumble to unzip my jeans with my free hand and release my painfully hard cock. “This is gonna be rough. I’m sorry, Firefly. Can’t help it.”
Her head lifts. Her eyes drop. And widen. “That … Is that supposed to go?—”
“Inside you? Yes.”
Her throat bobs on a swallow. “Are you sure? Now’s probably not the best time to tell you that I’ve never?—”
I silence her with a kiss. “I know, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you. Last chance to tell me to stop,” I warn her, my voice low and gruff.
Ember licks her lips nervously. “P-protection?”
Ah, fuck.
My breath whooshes out as I confess, “I didn’t prepare for this. Haven’t been with a woman since Rebecca left. We always used condoms, thank fuck, but I got tested regardless. I swear I’m clean.”
“You never…”
I cup her cheek. Hold her gaze. “No. She didn’t want a kid, so we always used something.” I swallow. “But I want you raw. Nothing between us.”
“I’m on the pill, so…” She glances down at my turgid cock. Looks back at me. The trust in her eyes almost slays me as she nods and says, “Don’t stop. I want this. Want you. All of you, even the parts you don’t think are worth having. I want them all because they make you you .”
My heart thrums a tattoo against my ribs. Jesus, how did I get so damned lucky? This woman is turning me inside out. Rearranging me. “It’ll hurt, Firefly, but only this time, and I swear I’ll make it up to you.”
“Don’t care,” she pants, her hands tugging at me, her legs wrapped around my hips. “I just want you. Inside me. Hard. Deep.”
I drop my forehead to hers and grit my teeth, forcing myself not to spurt all over the freshly sanded kitchen floor. Pretty sure cum doesn’t make good floor varnish.
Ember jerks and twitches as I slide my fingers between her cleft and stroke her swollen nub. I watch her lust spark again, relishing her sweet, slick, feminine essence.
“Take off your bra.”
“Mmm,” she pants, her eyes drifting closed as she adjusts to my fingers inside her. “Oh, yes. I-I can feel … Oh, god. Your fingers are amazing, Edward… Oh!”
“Firefly,” I say sharply, yanking her skirt down her legs and tossing it over the back of the chair. “Lose the bra. I need to see you.”
Ember shimmies the bra straps down her arms and flicks open the front fastening. She rises on her elbow to remove it completely, spilling her breasts to my hungry gaze. God, she’s all woman, soft undulations of luminous flesh, silvery lines, and red nipples.
Fuck.
I slide my fingers free of her glistening folds. Grip my cock with the same hand, smearing it with her juices. Grasp her thighs and yank her toward me so her ass is positioned at the end of the table.
“Lie back,” I rasp, helping her with a hand at her nape.
I push her knees toward her chest and position myself against her, the head of my cock scalded by her heat.
She bites her bottom lip. “Edward?”
“Gonna make you mine, now, Firefly.” Eyes fixed on her pretty pink sex, I grip her hips and thrust. An inch. Two.
A tiny whimper of distress brings my questioning gaze back to hers. She sighs and nods. My starving gaze falls to her sumptuous breasts, her flushed nipples, as I press in another inch. I need a taste.
I bend over her. Take one in my mouth. Suckle hard .
She cups my head. Laces her fingers through my hair. “Edward. Oh, God. Please.”
I feast on her. Thrust deeper. Another inch. Everything burns. My skin. My cock. My mind. And, God help me, my heart.
I move to the other nipple, stiff and swollen. Begging for my tongue and teeth. I suckle and nibble and lick until she cries out. Claws at my scalp.
Another inch of my cock sinks inside her. She gives a keening cry, her strong thighs gripping my hips.
I want to thrust. Hard.
“Ember.” My long groan sounds like a plea. Christ, I’m begging now. I can’t wait any longer.
Her legs hook on my lower back and pull me deeper, telling me without words what she wants. What she needs.
I bury my face in her neck and thrust hard and deep. Withdraw an inch. Return deeper. Harder.
“So tight. So soft, Firefly. So fucking beautiful, you make my head spin.”
She trembles beneath me, her body clutching me with every movement. My control frays like a thread of cotton pulled too tight. The sweet friction of her silky heat around my cock sends rational thought scattering into a haze of pure sensation.
Her inner muscles tighten. Clenching. Seizing. Her breath hitches, her moans climbing higher in pitch as the tension between us mounts. Her hands, strong yet delicate, claw at my back, searching for an anchor against the onslaught of pleasure. Every gasp and moan feeds my desire, spurring me on.
I angle my cock higher on the next thrust, surging deeper. Every pump of my hips stakes my claim. Every clench of her sex makes me hers. Our connection is like a wildfire, threatening to consume us.
A hard thrust. Another. Ember screams her pleasure, bucking against me. Her body arches, offering herself entirely to me, her head thrown back in abandon. She’s flushed, radiant. A goddess of passion. Seeing her splinter, knowing I’m the cause, is my undoing.
Everything narrows to the woman beneath me. She surrounds me. Her scent. Her voice. Her taste. My hips work her hard, my cock taking far more than I planned. Taking everything as her cunt squeezes me like a vise.
My release washes over me, sizzling from my spine through my cock and into my woman. It seizes me, makes me rough. I groan and thrust, wondering when my orgasm will ebb. It doesn’t. My pleasure goes on because I’m still inside her.
Ember. My Firefly.
Brown eyes open, soft and glazed, the pupils blown wide with pleasure. Her lips are swollen and red, her neck chafed from my teeth and beard.
Her chestnut hair is splayed around her flushed face. The sight of her steals my breath and tightens my chest in a way that has nothing to do with my recent exertion. She’s mine. And I’m hers.
I’m still buried deep inside her tight heat, my cock depleted by my orgasm. But not for long. Her breathing shifts. Quickens. I lean forward and lick her velvety nipple, enjoying the jerk of her body against me.
She strokes my back and rakes my hair. “Edward, I-I’m too sensitive. It’s too soon … Ooooh.”
Her protest melts into a soft cry of pleasure as I begin to thrust again, this time slow and deliberate. She winces, but I keep my pace, easing her past the soreness. Taking her nipple in my mouth, I continue to play with the other, squeezing and rolling the hard peak between my fingers, testing how far I can push her.
As it turns out, her limits are boundless. She becomes feral in my arms. Fuck, she loves it a little rough, reveling in the hard pressure of my fingers, the firm suction of my mouth, and the steady thrust of my cock.
She must be sore, but she takes me anyway. And she moans and begs for more. Edward. Edward. Edward. She chants my name like a prayer, and I feel like a fucking god.
I give her everything I have, using my body to bring hers to the edge before spinning us tighter. Higher. Her hands are everywhere—my back and neck, my hair and chest. Running her thumbs across my nipples.
I last longer than the first time, but not long enough. Never long enough with this woman. I can’t sustain my steady rhythm, needing to ride her harder. Deeper.
So I do, wrapping her legs around my waist and propping myself on my elbows above her so the hairs on my chest chafe her swollen nipples. I watch more closely as she finds her release this time. I listen to every breath, whimper, and gasp. I drink her in as her neck arches, her mouth open in a long, hitched moan. I love her strength, her frenzied passion.
I love … her.
I love her.
The thought catches me unawares. Lights a fire beneath my pleasure. How the fuck did I ever think I could resist her? I was lost the first time I took her into my arms on her porch and gazed into her deep brown eyes. Saw the fear there but also the strength. The determination to keep going, to carve out a life despite everything that tried to tear her down.
There was warmth there too. A tenderness that made me want to shelter her from every storm. And a flicker of curiosity, like she was trying to figure me out even as she braced herself against the threat around her. But it was the spark of defiance, her stubborn will, that sealed my fate. At that moment, I wasn’t simply looking at a woman. I was looking at a survivor. And damn if I didn’t want to be the man who helped her thrive.
Every moment together over the last few weeks has led to this. To my surrender—no, not surrender, but something far deeper. A choice. To let her in, to let her see the man beneath the walls I’ve built, the scars I’ve hidden. A deliberate, undeniable choice to give her the pieces of me I swore I’d never share again. No, the pieces of me I’ve never shared.
It’s not defeat—it’s liberation. A breaking of chains I didn’t even realize was holding me back. Because with her, it’s not about giving up—it’s about giving everything. And for the first time in what feels like forever, my world is in alignment. Like I was always meant to find her, to meet her fire with mine.
I come hard and fast, a sharp, all-consuming eruption that shatters me to my core. The intensity is blinding, like I’m unraveling and being set ablaze all at once. Maybe I do fly apart because when the haze clears and I come back down, everything feels different.
I’m rebuilt, reshaped. Fractured pieces of myself, long buried and forgotten, put back together by Ember’s gentle, unwavering touch. By her warmth, her light. She’s remade me, not into someone new, but into the man I think I was always meant to be. I’m whole. Complete.
I’m home.