Chapter 21 #2
“It’s all fine.” It was her turn to interrupt him before he said anything ridiculous about taking advantage of her.
“I mean, clearly it wasn’t fine , but I am now.
And I know the leaving part is recent, but we’ve not been okay for years– we haven’t had…
we’ve not been intimate for months now, probably closer to a year.
And honestly, I want no part in it all.” She released a heavy sigh.
“I just want out, maybe buy a little Airbnb business– I wasn’t bad at getting the hotels and B&Bs up and running in Bath.
It’d obviously be on a much smaller scale, but I think I could do it, do something…
” Her voice trailed off. She felt ridiculous talking about a small business to someone who owned and ran half a sodding county.
“Scarlett.” He took hold of her chin again to make her look at him. “He’s a massive prick, as we’ve previously agreed, and a fucking idiot of a man.” He kissed her. “And you are exceptionally good at a lot of things, trust me.” He kissed her again and she couldn’t help laughing.
“What?” He narrowed his eyes at her.
“Making beds and fucking?” She smiled teasingly.
Edward pushed her back onto the sofa and kissed her again.
“You know that’s not what I meant.” He untied her robe, exposing her to him, and her body melted as his hungry eyes drank in the sight of her lying there.
“You’ve got a great deal of business and commercial acumen.
” He slowly pulled her arms free from the robe, so she was now fully naked beneath him.
“You’re great with people. Everyone from the kitchen staff to the eccentric bourgeois guests we currently have invading the house all love you. ”
She laughed at first, but then released a soft moan and lowered her gaze to watch him slide his hands over her ribs and kiss her abdomen, one hand travelling further down to between her legs, making her back arch as his fingers found what they were looking for.
“And last,” he said, kissing each breast before bringing his face up to hers, kissing her deeply on the lips. “I don’t particularly like fucking you.”
He raised himself above her and smiled at the incredulous look on Scarlett’s face, unbuttoning his jeans at the same time to free himself.
“It’s not what I would call this,” he said.
Scarlett’s breath hitched as she felt him gently pressing his hardness against her entrance before bringing himself up to kneeling and taking a condom from the table.
She hadn’t noticed them when she’d sat down.
“How many of those have you got stashed away?”
She laughed when he smirked, full of mischief.
“I might have found a box in one of the bathrooms upstairs.” He shrugged as he pulled the condom over his cock.
“How very convenient.” Scarlett narrowed her eyes at him. “So what were you saying about not fucking me?”
“It feels like more than just fucking.” His eyes darkened, sending a shiver of anticipation through her. “And I particularly enjoy how wet you get for me.”
He stroked his cock against her clit, making her take a sharp intake of breath and clutch at his arms.
“Are you okay?” He stopped and looked at her with concern.
She nodded. “Yes, just a little delicate.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
She noticed the genuine concern in his voice and eyes, which made her insides melt for him. She shook her head, offended by the mere suggestion of it.
Edward smiled. “We’ll go slow.”
Their eyes locked as he slid deep inside her, rippling waves of pleasure overwhelming them both.
“Fuck, that’s good!” he growled.
She smiled. “I like it when you do that.”
He slowed further and looked at her with a raised eyebrow and a lopsided smile. “Do what?”
“That whole animal growl thing you have going on there.”
He grinned, his eyes darkening further, full of want, as he pushed even deeper inside her, making Scarlett cry out his name.
“I love the sound of my name coming out of your mouth.” He pulled out slowly before plunging himself back in, deep and hard.
“Fuck!” She closed her eyes and arched her back at the impact.
“Say it again,” he told her.
“What?” Scarlett was struggling to produce a cohesive thought, let alone a full sentence, as he was thrusting in and out of her, the feeling more intense each time.
“My name. Say it.” He pulled out, leaving only the tip of his cock inside her.
Her eyes flung open at the absence of him to see him towering over her, a wicked smile on his face.
“Edward,” she breathed, needing him back inside. “Please…”
His smile widened. “Please what?”
“You’re driving me wild!” Scarlett raised her head and bit his shoulder, making him cry out and laugh.
“Alright, wildcat– only because you asked so nicely.” He pushed his cock slowly back inside her, making her moan loudly with relief, the pressure of him against her clit bringing another orgasm close to the surface.
The man was a walking climax!
It was slow and torturous. Their earlier exertions had made them both sensitive, on the verge of being painful, but deliciously so, and lowering himself and nuzzling into her damp hair, he whispered, “You are perfect.”