Chapter 25 #3
From my peripheral vision I see Edward smile into his wineglass as if reading my scrambled mind.
“Umm.” I open the menu, too flustered to even think. “I’ll have whatever he’s having.”
EDWARD
The car pulls up to the curb and I climb out. Picking Alora up from work has become my favorite part of each day.
This last week with her has been a dream, a simple happiness that has meant so much. I’m a little late today and she’s already locking the shop up as I walk up to her.
“Miss Sorenson.” I slide my arms around her from behind.
“There you are.” She turns in my arms and kisses me.
“You ready?”
“Yes, but we have to stop by the grocery store before we go home.”
“Huh?” I stare at her, confused.
“I need some ingredients for dinner.”
“Well, write a list and I’ll send someone out.”
“Are you above grocery shopping for yourself?”
“No,” I scoff. I’ve just never done it before.
She turns back to lock the roller door and I go back to Philippe. “We’re going grocery shopping, apparently.”
“For real?” He chuckles. “This I’ve got to see.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
I go back to Alora and take her hand in mine and she leads me up the road and into a grocery store. I look around, there’s a million things on the shelves and people are everywhere. There’s beeping sounds and children crying in the distance. People are lined up everywhere, the place is pure chaos.
What fresh hell is this?
“Here.” She takes a basket and passes it to me. “Carry this.”
“Oh.” I take it from her. “Okay.” I glance back to see the boys snicker under their breath.
“Fuck. Off,” I mouth.
She walks up and down the aisles as I trail behind her like a puppy, she’s looking at every little detail, occasionally putting things into the basket, and this thing is getting heavy.
Does she think I’m a fucking packhorse now?
She grabs a three-liter milk and puts it in. “That’s enough shopping for today,” I snap. “This basket weighs a ton.”
“Few more things.” She keeps going up and down the aisles and as we walk past the fridges I see my reflection, I’m trailing behind her while carrying her shopping and the sight brings a smile to my face.
Who even am I?
ALORA
6:30 P.M.
Dinner is in the oven, I’ve showered, have a glass of wine in my hand and I am lying on a deck chair in my back garden in my cream silk dressing gown.
The afternoon light has a beautiful glow lighting up the sky.
I’ve watered my plants and stared at my roses and honestly, this is the happiest I have felt in what seems like forever.
I feel him before I see him, an undeniable energy shift. I turn to see Edward leaning with one shoulder against the French door, watching me. Wearing a navy suit; his dark hair has a bit of a curl to it. His jaw is square and his big, kissable lips are a beautiful shade of come-fuck-me.
“Hi.” I smile.
“Hi.” He keeps standing there and tonight there seems to be a different look in his eye. An edginess that I haven’t seen for a long time.
“Come sit with me.” I tap the chair beside me.
“Come sit on me.” He grabs his crotch.
Yes….
I get up and go inside and he closes the door behind me, it’s obvious that he has one thing on his mind and it’s going to be noisy.
He takes my face into his hands and kisses me as he walks me backward toward the kitchen. “I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day,” he murmurs against my lips; I can feel his erection push into me through his suit.
He lifts me onto the kitchen counter and lays me back, his dark eyes hold mine as he spreads my legs. “Open.” His eyes drop to my sex and he licks his lips.
Ahhhh….
He pulls the lips of my sex apart with his fingers and bends to lick me, softly at first.
Barely a whisper, but enough to drive me wild.
My breath quivers as I try to control it.
Jeez.
When he’s intense like this is when he’s at his best, the beast of a man who’s come to feed and take from my body what he needs.
He licks me deeper and his eyes close in pleasure as he tastes me. “So good.”
I feel faint, the blood drains out of my face. Dear lord, how is this man so hot?
He really begins to lose control as he licks me deeper, his stubble burning my most intimate parts, his big hands hold my legs back as my body begins to take a rhythm all of its own. My hips circle and pump as they try to ride his face.
His dark eyes rise to meet mine and he slides two of his thick fingers deep into my sex and I moan as my body contracts around him. “Edward.” I reach for him.
He pumps me and adds another finger as his mouth drops to my swollen, wet lips again. My back arches off the counter.
Fuck…what must we look like? He’s been home for all of two minutes and here he is going down on me on the kitchen counter, fully dressed in a suit.
His teeth graze my clitoris as his eyes flutter closed. “Hurry,” I whimper.
He flicks his tongue again.
“Edward,” I demand. “I want to come on your dick.” I clench around his fingers. “I want you to blow inside me.”
His jaw clenches and he lets out a guttural moan.
“Now,” I demand.
He unzips his suit trousers and pulls his hard cock out and then lifts my legs up high in the air.
In this position I am completely at his mercy. “Careful,” I whisper.
“Why would I be careful when I know you like it rough?” He slams in deep, knocking the air from my lungs, and I cry out somewhere between pleasure and pain.
He puts both of my legs over one of his shoulders to bring me tighter and lets out a low whistle as he slowly pulls out and pushes back in.
“So fucking good,” he murmurs as perspiration dusts his brow.
The sound of my wet body sucking him in echoes through the room and he smiles darkly. “So wet and creamy for me.”
Pump.
I nod as I see stars.
Pump.
I can feel it building, an orgasm so strong that it might steal my sanity.
“You be a good girl and clench for me.”
Pump.
“So perfect.” He tightens his grip on my ankles and my eyes roll back in my head, as soon as he starts dirty talking it’s all over.
“I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day.”
Pump.
“I jerked off twice and blew so fucking hard.”
I get a vision of him jerking off in his office bathroom thinking of me and it nearly sends me wild.
He picks up the pace as he begins to moan, and damn it, I can’t hold it. Seeing him so unhinged does things to me that I can’t control.
I cry out as he rips an orgasm from my body…but he doesn’t stop there, he keeps pumping, harder and harder. His moans so loud the paint could peel from the walls and a thought races through my head.
I hope Philippe is gone and can’t hear us.
“Oh fuck yeah,” he cries out, he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls out. “Open your mouth.”
Ahhh.
He slides his cock down my throat and as his eyes hold mine he blows hard; I gag and choke but he doesn’t falter.
He stays deep down my throat, giving me every last drop of what he has. Overtaking every single one of my senses.
He knows what he wanted…and he took it.
Owning me on his terms.
Love conquers all.
I look around the store with a renewed sense of accomplishment, everything feels like it’s finally falling into place, new routines have been set and the store has never been busier or looked better.
Like clockwork, over the last week Edward has arrived at my place every day after work at 6 p.m. We talk and laugh, make love, and have the dreamiest of nights and then he leaves for work from my place in the morning.
There are no games or wondering if I will see him, he sets it in concrete before he leaves every day as if he needs to know as much as I do.
This new reality between us feels too good to be true.
My phone lights up on my desk and I glance at the name,
Thomas Stone
I glance up to see where Philippe is and I get up and close the office door before answering. “Hello.” I smirk.
“Hey you,” his happy voice replies.
Just the sound of his cheeky voice makes me smile. “I was just thinking of you, how are you? What happened to our coffee date on Wednesday?”
“Well, I’m in America, family emergency.”
“What happened?”
“My mom fell and broke her leg, so I’m here for a few months to help her.”
“Oh no, is she okay?”
“Honestly. I don’t know how these fucking nurses do this job full-time. It’s exhausting.”
“I know, right. So can you work over there or….”
“Yeah I can, probably won’t but I could if I wanted to. How’s things going for you?”
“Great.” I beam, I glance up guiltily through the glass window in the door at Philippe sitting on the couch in the store with his book. “Oh my god, things are going so well with you know who?” I say with a lowered voice.
“Really?” He says. “How so?”
“Well, he’s stayed at my place every night now and he sent me a huge bunch of red roses and honestly…I feel like we’re falling in love.”
“Wooow, woo, woo, slow down, old girl.”
“I know it’s very early.” I roll my eyes, feeling foolish. “But it just feels different, you know?”
“I hope it is love, but be prepared for finding out that it might not be.”
“I know.” I shrug. “Thank you for checking in, it feels like you’re the only one who pulls me back to reality about him.”
“Have you formally met any of his friends yet?”
“Not yet. We haven’t even been to his place yet.” I frown as I come to that realization. “Which is weird, now I think about it.”
“He’s probably just wanting to come to yours while you get into a rhythm.”
“Maybe.”
“I have a date tonight,” he tells me.
“You do?” I smile. “A job or a date?”
“Like a date date. A real date.”
“Does she know what you do?”
“No, and to be honest, I’m a bit nervous about it.”
“Why?”
“I haven’t been on a real date for years, what the hell do you even do?”
I giggle. “Have sex for free, I’m assuming.”
“Fuck, my life….”
I glance up to see that the store is crowded with people. “I’ve got to go, the shop is swamped.”
“Okay.”
“Good luck tonight.”
“Thanks.”
“Call me tomorrow and let me know how it goes.” I smile.
He chuckles. “Yeah, okay.”
“Bye.” I hang up and smile, Thomas has a real date…. For free.
The regulated sound of Edward breathing is a peaceful sound.
I lie on my side propped up on my elbow as I watch him sleep in the semi-dark room.
Naked, his beautiful olive skin is a stark contrast to the white bed linen that’s pooled around his waist. His hands are up behind his head, his large biceps demand my attention as my eyes linger over every inch of him.
I’ve never known a man like this, so masculine that his body calls to mine on a primal level. It’s like the testosterone pumping through his veins has become my very own brand of heroin. An addiction to flesh is not something I’ve ever battled before.
The more I crave him, the more I physically have him, the more I need him.
Whenever he’s near, I’m in this semi-aroused state at all times as if our bodies are talking to each other. Speaking a language that only they understand.
Its early, 6 a.m., and I could watch him sleep all day but I won’t, I’ll pretend I’m not totally smitten and play it cool. I get up to go to the bathroom and his phone lights up on the bedside table and I pick it up and look at it.
Hermione
Text Message.