CHAPTER SIXTEEN #3
He leaned in and whispered in my ear, hovering just out of my reach as I tried to grab him to me to kiss him again.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you? That one night between us was nowhere close to enough…
I always thought there would be so much more.
I thought I’d have all the time in the world to fuck you, to love you like I wanted to.
” His breath on my neck was hot. It made me shiver as he began to kiss me from behind my ear, along my jaw line, and down onto my neck, sucking now and then as he moved lower.
“Edward,” I breathed, pushing my body against his as hard as I could. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss me again, but he was in control. He pulled back, just far enough to look me in the eye.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered as he traced my lower lip with his finger.
His eyes stayed locked on mine for a moment.
“I can’t believe we’re together. I’ve dreamed about you so many times over the years.
And now you’re in my arms. It’s like… one of my dreams became reality. And my God. I never want to wake up.”
Then he crushed his lips down on mine, his mouth devouring me. One of his hands fisted in my hair and pulled my head back as he lowered his mouth along my neck. I moaned at how good it felt. Then he was kissing along the line of my cleavage.
One hand came up and cupped me as he pulled the bodice of my wrap dress aside easily, and pushed my bra down, releasing one of my breasts.
He groaned. “So perfect.” He flicked and teased my nipple with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth.
I cried out, arching my back and letting my head rest against the wall of the elevator.
Suddenly the elevator dinged. Either we had reached our floor, or someone else was getting in.
Edward hastily fixed my dress and covered me with his body.
The doors opened, and he looked back over his shoulder.
“It’s just our floor,” he said with relief, grabbing my hand and pulling me along with him.
He slipped the key card into the slot, waiting for the green light.
He held the door open for me, waiting just long enough for me to get inside before he let the door slam behind him.
He picked me up and carried me to the bed bride style.
I barely had a moment to think before he was on his knees in front of me, pushing the skirt of my dress up and pulling me towards him.
He gently pushed me backwards until I fell onto the bed, propping myself up on my elbows so I could watch him.
He worked my underwear off and tossed them aside.
And then my head lolled back as his mouth moved along my thighs, kissing and biting here and there.
He didn’t hesitate as he pushed them further apart and moved his head between my legs.
He licked, kissed, and sucked until I was a gasping, moaning mess, my hands gripping the sheets as he worked my body like an expert.
It was as if he remembered everything that had made me crazy when we were together.
I could barely believe it. The same man who was gentlemanly enough to not sleep in the same bed with me last night was gone.
He knew what he wanted, and he was chasing it hard.
I moaned as he licked my clit relentlessly.
I could feel my muscles tightening in advance of my climax.
I was right at the edge and ready to tip over.
It felt so good, and I was desperate to come.
But Edward had other ideas. He pulled back suddenly.
I looked down and saw that he was watching me, his blue eyes dark with desire.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said. “I could do this all night,” he closed his eyes as he licked me slower, methodically, taking the tip of his tongue and circling my clit until I was gasping with need.
His eyes opened lazily and he watched me, getting a sexy grin on his face as I writhed below him.
“I’m going to make you come so hard. Is that what you want, baby? ”
I nodded. I didn’t trust myself to speak.
Then he licked my clit into his mouth and sucked it hard and steady.
I had never felt something so good in my life.
I screamed out his name as I came, bucking my hips as the waves rolled over me.
It seemed to last forever, and he sucked and licked me through it for so long, that I felt myself building again before I knew it.
What the hell? How could this be so good?
I ran my fingers through his hair and then clenched the bedcovers with my hands again as he licked all around my clit, but not on it.
He’d driven me right to the edge again only to pull back and tease me. “Oh, God,” I begged, “Please.”
I could feel his smile as he continued to lick me slowly.
“What do you need?” His breath was hot, and the rumble of his deep voice sent vibrations out that were almost enough to make me come by themselves.
I gasped. “Edward.” I writhed and moved, trying to get him where I wanted him most, but he just kept doing what he wanted.
“Please, please,” I begged.
He chuckled as he continued to lick me slowly, steadily, but not where I needed it most. “Tell me what you want.”
“Make me come. Please make me come,” I blurted out, pushing myself into his face, begging for release.
Then his tongue finally landed where I wanted it.
I put my fist in my mouth to keep from screaming as he flicked and licked my clit right where I needed him most. He did it over and over, until I was moaning and crying out his name once again.
He kept licking me gently, as I came down, panting.
Then, when I thought it was over, he put two fingers inside me, curving them and landing on a spot no one had ever found before.
It felt insanely good, and I moaned as his expert fingers massaged and rubbed, prolonging my orgasm.
“What are you doing?” I asked hazily. Then he pressed the spot hard before rubbing against it, and I instantly fell apart, waves of pleasure crashing over me with a ferocity like nothing I’d ever come close to experiencing.
I fell back on the bed, feeling half dead, but incredible. “That was… I don’t even have the words for it.”
He didn’t smile at me, just kept his eyes locked on mine. He ran his hands up and down my legs, squeezing my thighs and massaging them. “Take off your clothes. I need to see you.”
I didn’t even try. My hands were shaky. “I want you to do it.”
He didn’t answer. He started taking his own clothes off.
I felt myself growing even more wet than I already was just from looking at his amazing body.
And when he pulled his cock out as he took off his pants and underwear, all I could do was stare.
It was massive—thick, long, and so very hard.
I’d had it inside me before, I thought, flushing at the memory.
He saw me staring at it. “Is this what you want?” He stroked himself a couple of times.
I nodded. “How do you want me?” My legs were shaky, but I managed to crawl towards him and stood up on my knees on the edge of the bed, running my hand across his hard pecs, squeezing his tight biceps. “Undress me,” I said, looking up into his eyes.
He bent and kissed me, licking the seams of my lips and coaxing my mouth open for him.
Our tongues locked, pushing against each other.
I couldn’t get enough of him. The more I tasted, the more I wanted.
I realized that as we were kissing, he had undone the tie of my wrap dress and pulled it off me, leaving me in my sexiest black lace bra and thong.
He stood back for a moment staring at me, ignoring the fact that I was still trying to kiss him.
His hands shook a little as he unfastened my bra.
I knew that everyone I’d ever dated was into my body.
Even being pretty skinny from all the hours and hours of training, my breasts and ass had always been full.
But the way he was looking at me as my bra fell away was like nothing I’d experienced before.
He was looking at me with more than just lust. There was reverence in his eyes.
He cupped me in his large hands. “Every part of you is so gorgeous.” He laid me on the bed gently, then bent to lick my nipples, flicking them with his tongue.
Every now and then he pulled one into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make me arch against him, but not hurt me.
He spent forever on my breasts, and I was starting to wonder if I could come just from what he was doing, because I was feeling like that was a possibility.
He seemed to be able to tell, and he sucked harder on one nipple while pinching the other one, then switching.
I started gasping. He kept doing it as I moved restlessly beneath him.
“Edward,” I moaned. He looked at me as he moved his hand down and entered me with two fingers, thrusting, and bringing me even closer to yet another orgasm.
He closed his eyes for a second and then bent down to continue what he’d been doing.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I was so close.
As soon as he sucked me into his mouth, harder this time, almost hurting me, I cried out.
I came again, softer this time, and then his mouth was on mine, and our bodies were tangled.
I tried to push him back so that I could savor his body the way he’d savored mine, but I wasn’t anywhere close to strong enough.
“Lay back,” I said softly. He looked like he was going to argue for a minute, but then lowered himself down, lying on his back.
I kissed my way down his body, sucking here and there, purposely leaving a mark on his neck.
He sucked in his breath as I did it, and I grinned.
I loved knowing I affected him just as he affected me.
I moved down his hard body, taking my time, feeling him and licking him in places.
He watched me the entire time, breathing hard as I approached his cock.
I finally reached it, and I placed one hand at the base gripping him firmly as I circled the head with my tongue.
He moaned. I licked the length of him several times as I squeezed him at the base. “Jesus,” he groaned.
I took him in my mouth and slowly moved up and down, sucking hard as I came up. I went slowly at first, watching him, gauging his reaction. I began to move faster and faster, letting him hit the back of my throat as I moaned.
“Fuck!” He almost came up off the bed. Then he grabbed me roughly, and I let him slide out of my mouth with a final hard suck, that made him shiver.
He sort of tossed me back onto the bed then and crawled on top of me.
“I need to be inside you,” he said, sliding his cock along my very wet slit a few times, making me cry out for him.
He got up to get a condom from his suitcase, opening it and sliding it down the length of him.
I squirmed uncomfortably while I waited for him.
Then he was inside me with one hard thrust. I gasped.
He was so big. I hadn’t been with someone his size since I’d been with him when we were eighteen.
He seemed to know I needed a minute to adjust to him.
And he waited, poised above me. Finally, my body welcomed him, adapting to his size.
I started moving my hips, taking him deeper inside of me, whimpering at how good he felt.
He had been restraining himself, and I felt his body rebelling against him.
He started moving inside me, hard and fast. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him even deeper into me, and he lost his mind.
He plunged into me relentlessly, and I bucked my hips up to meet him stroke for stroke.
He moved one of my legs over his shoulder and entered me at an angle that drove me wild.
I cried out his name, knowing I couldn’t hold out much longer.
I could feel that he was close, too. I screamed out, as I came yet again, stunned by what Edward could do to me.
I could feel my muscles clenching around his hard length, squeezing him.
He yelled out my name, pounding into me a few more times before going still and groaning as he came. Then he collapsed beside me.
A minute or two passed, and then he got up to go clean himself off and take care of the condom. He brought a warm washcloth back with him, and began to gently clean me up, too. I stretched like a cat as he did it, feeling incredibly sated and very, very tired. I could barely keep my eyes open.
He watched me, eyes growing heated once again. “You better not do that too many more times, or I’m going to pounce on you.”
That wouldn’t be so bad. Except that I knew I needed to get some sleep. I had a performance tomorrow, after all. “Come to bed,” I whispered.
He grinned, pulled the covers back, and curled in next to me. He pulled me to him and spooned me. “You feel like heaven,” he said, adjusting me even closer, his muscular forearm resting just below my breasts.
“You do, too,” I said. I marveled at how close I felt to him again already. Had it just been yesterday that we’d found each other again?
How was it possible that we could wipe the years and all the hurt away with a few hours of talking and intimacy? How could we be so wrapped up in each other again so soon?
I wasn’t sure, but whatever this magic thing between us was, I didn’t want it to stop or change.
“This feels good,” he mumbled in my ear. “It feels right.”
It did.
We fell asleep like that, holding each other.