Let's just pretend that I haven't been m.i.a. for the past month.
Two rounds later, Edward and I were curled up in his bed with the sheets tangled around our legs. We had been napping for a little while, and I had just woken up before him. I glanced over at his peaceful face and smiled. He was snuggled into the pillow next to me and his was face very close to my own. His body was partially resting on mine while he laid on his stomach and his arm wrapped around my waist. I sighed a little in contentment and looked up towards the ceiling.
Things were so perfect with Edward. He said all the right things; he made me feel perfect and desirable. He made me feel things that I never knew were possible. I tried not to let my mind wander to all of the bad things I thought could happen when it came to relationships. I needed to stop talking myself out of things. I just didn't feel good enough.
As if sensing my inner turmoil, Edward's arms tightened around me and he pulled me onto my side. I giggled a little at his sleepy movements as he pawed at me and moved his face into my neck.
"I like it when you're naked," he stated sleepily.
"I can tell." I smiled and closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of his lips on my skin.
"Can you?" he asked a little cheekily, as he moved his lips to mine, a slight grin coloring his features.
I bit my lip and rolled my hips a little, causing his erection to grind against my thigh. He groaned against my lips before fusing them back together with his with a renewed vigor. We kissed slowly, our tongues exploring and moving against one another. His hands were trying to be everywhere, sliding down my back, gripping my thigh, threading through my hair, never resting in one place for too long.
We seemed to move together without any words. As if we read each other's mind, we both knew what the other wanted and complied. Edward's hands tightened on my waist and he shifted on to his back just as I raised my thigh over his hip. We rolled over completely so I was straddling him with my hands resting on his chest, and his skimming lightly over the skin of my thighs. His head rested on the pillow, and he looked up at me lazily with a content smile playing across his lips.
"You are exquisite." His voice was just as soft as his touch as his right hand skimmed over my stomach and up to my breast, where he squeezed gently. I moaned in delight as his other hand came to lavishly attend to my other breast. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. I felt him move beneath me, and then I felt his arms come around me to pull me towards his warm skin. I opened my eyes to meet his and his arms pulled me impossibly closer. He kissed me again, softly, before patting around on the bed for the strip of condoms that we had discarded somewhere. I continued to kiss him as he produced the condom, and I took it from him, sliding it on. I slightly lifted up on my knees and then lowered myself onto his erection. I bit my lip and groaned, loving the way he felt. He seemed to agree, tightening his arms around my waist and shifting his hips. I pressed my cheek to his temple and began to rock my hips as well. His lips came to press on my shoulder and his hands slid up my spine to splay across my shoulder blades.
We moved together as if we were of one mind. I fleetingly wondered how I could ever doubt that I was supposed to be with him, because in moments like this, as his lips moved across my chest to suck lightly at the hollow of my throat, I felt like there could be no one else in the world for me besides him. I gripped his shoulders and began to move my hips in a steady rhythm. We worked together, giving and taking, until I felt my stomach begin to clench.
I began to kiss all over his face and gripped tightly into his hair. His hands moved down to grip tightly on the flesh of my bottom, working me at a blinding pace against him. I was clawing desperately, so close to my release, and a keening noise began to emit from my throat. He seemed to understand, his own hips shifting and thrusting as quickly as he could manage, his hand coming around my hip and his thumb pressing firmly against my clit. I shuddered as I began to climax, and his thumb began to work in insistent circles. I groaned loudly in his ear until the full force of my orgasm hit me like a wrecking ball. My breath caught and my body went rigid as it ripped through me. My back bowed backwards and a scream fell from my mouth. All the while, Edward had never ceased his thrusting, and I gripped his shoulders more securely as he moved to his own release. He groaned and thrust a few more times before a deep growl formed deep in his throat and his body shuddered.
We collapsed against one another with Edward's hands falling loosely around my waist and my head fell to his shoulder. We panted together, our chests moving back and forth against each other. We rested for a few moments before Edward's hands slid to my shoulders. He pushed me back slightly and softly pressed his lips to mine for a moment before pulling back.
I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning down to kiss him again.
"Did you have a nice nap?" he asked, his lips still brushing against mine.
"Very nice nap. Especially because I was so thoroughly exhausted beforehand. Waking up was pretty nice too."
He smiled and pressed his lips to my neck. He nipped a little and I giggled at him, tightening my arms around his neck.
"Are you hungry? I think we should probably eat."
He pulled back and nodded, seemingly disappointed that we would have to get out of bed.
"I guess we should. Man cannot live on sex alone." The grin that was on his face made me wish that we could live on sex alone.
"Ok, I'll go find us something to eat." I kissed him noisily and lifted myself out of his lap. He groaned a little as he slid out of me. I hopped off the bed and grabbed one of his t-shirts off the floor and headed into the kitchen.
I hunted around, trying to find something to make quickly. It seemed Edward didn't keep much food in the house, and I assumed that his mother probably invited him up to the main house most of the time. I opened the refrigerator and found a carton of eggs. I took them out and set them on the counter before I turned and started pulling open cabinets, trying to find a frying pan. I bent over and started to rotate the Lazy Susan when I felt a pair of hands on my hips.
"You really need to stop bending over wearing nothing but a t-shirt. It's not good for my health."
I stood up and giggled as his arms came around me.
"Can I help you find something?"
"A frying pan? I'm going to make some scrambled eggs."
He kissed my cheek and shifted me to the side by my hips before ducking down and sorting through the pots in the cabinet.
"Aha!" he cried victoriously, holding a frying pan above his head like a trophy. I pulled it out of his hands and turned to start heating it up. I threw a little butter in the pan and felt Edward's arms come around me once more.
"What? No thank you? That took a lot of work."
I turned in his arms and pressed my lips lightly to his. "Thank you."
He shrugged. "It was nothing, really." A sly smirk came across his face.
I rolled my eyes at him and slapped his shoulder playfully. He started to tickle me and he pulled me to his chest, his lips pressed to my ear.
"I was wondering, since there is a very large bath tub up at the house, and that house is very empty, if you wanted to go up with me and enjoy it?"
I snuggled closer to his chest, but pulled my head back. "That sounds lovely."
"Good." And he kissed me once more, before letting me return to making the eggs. I quickly scrambled them in a bowl and dumped them over into the now hot pan. I popped some toast into the toaster on the counter. By the time the eggs were done, the toast had popped and Edward was standing next to me with two plates ready. I smiled at him and dished the eggs and toast onto the plates.
We sat and ate, talking quietly about last week when we had been apart. He still felt bad about Thursday, and I had to keep telling him to stop worrying about it. I found it endearing that he was so worried that I would be upset about it.
After we finished, I tried to clear up, but he just put the dishes into the sink and dragged me towards the door.
"Edward, wait. Can I at least grab something to put on after? Jesus." I laughed at his eagerness. He really was adorable.
He sighed. "I suppose."
I laughed again and ran back to his bedroom. I grabbed another set of the pretty underwear I had brought with me and I opened the drawer of Edward's dresser and pulled out one of his clean t-shirts. His clothes were so much better than mine and they smelled wonderful too.
I walked back out, having tucked my underwear into the t-shirt, and found Edward right where I left him in the living room with his arms crossed and staring towards the ceiling. I smiled, walked to him and placed my hand on his cheek. He smiled down at me and took my hand, leading me out the door.
The sun was still out, setting behind the trees that surrounded his house. We took the long way to the main house, going down his driveway to where it met the main drive and then up the sloping lawn. We walked slowly, taking in the scenery and the nice weather. I was glad that this t-shirt I was wearing was a little big, or else I would have been very embarrassed when the wind blew as we walked up the lawn.
Edward unlocked the front door and let me in, turning the alarm off quickly. He grabbed my hand once more and pulled me towards the stairs. I had never been upstairs in the main house, having only been in the kitchen and living room when we had been here for his birthday. We went up two sets of stairs to the third floor of the house. This is where Edward's childhood bedroom was, along with the largest bathroom in the house.
We walked into the bathroom and he turned the light over the sink on, casting the large bathroom in a soft light. I set my shirt on the counter and Edward turned to start the water. I hopped up to sit on the large expanse of counter next to the sink. This bathroom was about as big as the second level of my dad's house. It had a huge counter with dark granite counter tops, a shower with clear glass doors directly next to a huge in floor bathtub. I think it could probably fit 3 people comfortably.
Edward was squatting down and turning the water on. I stared dreamily at the muscles of his back as they flexed while he balanced himself on one hand. He stood, pulling some sort of bottle off the rack over the tub and pouring some of its contents in. He pulled down a few more bottles, shampoo I assumed, and he turned around to face me, wiping his hands on his shorts.
"That will take a few minutes to fill up." He walked over to me, resting his hands on the cool surface on either side of me, and leaned in to press his lips to mine. In my opinion, it had been far too long since we had made out, so I took it upon myself to remedy that. I slid my hands over his bare chest and wrapped my legs around his waist. He smiled and made an approving noise while sliding his hands up my legs. He kissed me, his tongue wasting no time finding its way into my mouth. I hummed in appreciation, teasing his tongue with mine before letting him plunder my mouth however he pleased. He pulled back after a moment, kissing my top lip, and then my bottom lip, sucking on it softly. He let it go with a slight 'pop' noise. I smiled and started to giggle as he began to nip at my lips. He moved his hands up to grip my face and quickly kissed me several times in a row. I started to laugh out loud now and he just slid his hands down to hug me to him. He pulled back suddenly and moved over to the tub quickly, shutting off the taps.
He chuckled. "That would have been bad."
I smiled and slid off the counter. I moved to where Edward was standing and dipped my toe into the water. It was perfect. Edward slid his hands to the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. He held my hand and helped me move into the tub, and then he quickly pulled his shorts off to join me. He slid in behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and dropping a kiss to the top of my head. I sighed happily and leaned back to rest against his chest.
"This is perfect." He hummed in agreement, and we fell into a comfortable silence.
After a few minutes, I pulled away to wet my hair. When I came back up, Edward pulled me back to him and opened the shampoo bottle, and began to wash my hair slowly. I moaned in delight as his fingers massaged my scalp, and then he lowered my shoulders to help me rinse my hair. Next, he gently washed my shoulders and back. I moved away as he finished and slid to the other side of the tub so I was facing him, and he began to wash his own hair. I smiled as I leaned back to watch him. It seemed that everything he did could completely enthrall me, no matter how mundane the activity.
He rinsed his hair and leaned back to mirror my posture.
"Where are your parents?" I asked, wondering how we had this house to ourselves.
He shrugged. "I think my dad had a conference out of town, so my mom went with him, and they decided to make a weekend of it. They should be back tomorrow night. They tend to be out of town at least two weekends a month. I usually spend them up here at the house anyway. I love this tub." He winked at me and I giggled.
We rested there for a while, enjoying the hot water and just being in each other's company. I felt the water move after a bit, and opened my eyes to see Edward moving towards me.
"Oh, I thought maybe you had fallen asleep. The water is starting to get cold, we should probably get out."
I nodded and he climbed out of the tub to retrieve a stack of towels from a cabinet. Running one through his hair quickly and wrapping it around his waist, he knelt down at the edge of the tub to help pull me out. He lifted me fairly effortlessly and set me on the floor, before quickly turning to grab me a towel and drape it over my shoulders.
"Do you want to stay here tonight? We can watch movies in my bedroom and I can call for Chinese." He was holding the ends of the towel and was tugging on it, pulling me towards him.
"Mmm. That sounds wonderful. I could go for some Chinese."
He pulled the towel so I was even closer to him and he pressed a lingering kiss to my lips and then one to my forehead.
"I'll go down and call for the food, and you can get dressed. What do you want?"
"Sweet and sour chicken is fine." He nodded and kissed me again, before turning and heading out of the bathroom.
I dried off and ran the towel through my hair. There were a few different kinds of lotions on the counter and I wondered who even used them, or if Esme simply kept the bathroom stocked incase someone was ever up here besides Edward. I smelled all of the bottles and found one that I liked. After I used a little of it, I got dressed and wandered across the hall to Edward's bedroom.
It, too, was larger than anything I'd ever seen. I think that most of his cottage could fit in his bedroom here. It was tastefully decorated, yet still with a distinct air of masculinity. A lot of his childhood things were gone, but some of his decorations from his high school years remained. I noticed a Kings of Leon poster on one wall. Why wasn't I surprised that he would be a KOL fanboy?
I smiled when I saw the towel he had used to dry off was thrown haphazardly over the bedpost. I walked over and removed it and placed it in the hamper near the closet. Turning back to the bed, I sighed. It was large, and looked like you could just sink into it and never come out. I walked to the end and fell backwards onto it. I had been right; it was like sinking into a cloud.
"You look quite at home."
I started a bit at the sound of his voice and looked up. He was leaning against the door jamb with his arms crossed, in a pair of basketball shorts.
"Are you boycotting shirts or something?" Not that I was really complaining.
"Are you boycotting pants?"
"No, I was just bum rushed out of the house and barely had time to get underwear, let alone pants."
He chuckled as he pushed off the door frame and walked toward me. I parted my legs a bit and he moved to stand between them. He leaned over, bracing his arms next to my head.
"Clothes are really unnecessary."
I bit my lip and met his eyes. He was grinning that grin at me, the grin that was impossible for me to resist. He knew my weakness, and leaned down to kiss me softly. He didn't try to initiate anything, he just kissed me gently.
"You are the first girl to be in this bed."
This surprised me slightly.
"I didn't date many girls in high school, and Chloe never came home with me, so you are the first one." He smiled a bit proudly at me.
"Well then, I am honored."
He smiled wider and swooped down to kiss me again. He flipped over, landing next to me on his back.
"So, have you decided what you are going to do about school?"
Anyone else asking me this question would have been yelled at, but with Edward, I felt okay talking about this with him. He didn't judge me or make me choose something; he just listened and gave me his opinion.
"I don't know. I'm kind of leaning towards just registering for a few classes at the community college, and then maybe transferring for the spring semester. I really doubt my mother would be thrilled about that, but whatever."
Edward was quiet for a moment, and I looked over at him, wondering why he hadn't responded.
He was looking up at the ceiling, his brow furrowed as if he was worried about something.
"Can I ask, I mean, I've always wondered in all the time I've known you…" He paused and looked at me. "What is the deal with your mother?"
I snorted. This is what he was so worried about?
"She's a tyrant, that's what her deal is."
He rolled his eyes at me. "That's not what I mean. I just, I don't know. I guess I just want to understand why you regard her the way you do. If you don't want to tell me, I understand."
I sat up and crossed my legs. "I don't mind talking about it. There really isn't much to talk about. She's just an unhappy woman."
He sat up too, turning to face me. He put his hand on my leg and gave me a reassuring squeeze. Suddenly, I wasn't sure if I wanted to talk about her. I didn't know where to begin about it.
He took my hand now, and squeezed it, sensing my change in demeanor.
"How did your parents meet?" He prompted.
I shrugged, happy to have a place to start. "High school I guess. She had to have been human at some stage in her life. I often wonder what my dad even saw in her. There had to have been something. They got married and I was born. My mother wanted a divorce not too long after that. I don't think my dad put up much of a fight. So, from the time I was about 5, I spent my summers here with him. My mom didn't really like me coming up here too much; she said it took away from my school work. Even in the summer. I barely had time for friends because of all the extra studying she made me do. She only liked Alice because she was smart too."
He looked at me for a moment, processing.
"What does she think about you being here now?"
"Well, being as she sent me here, she hates it. She sent me here to get my life together, but she hates that I'm here. She calls my dad a few times a week to see what I'm doing. When he told her I had a job she was furious. She asked him how he could let me waste my life in a shoddy diner. He isn't afraid of her anymore though. He yelled at her." I chuckled.
"That sucks. She didn't even let you have a childhood."
I pulled my hand away from his and pulled my knees to my chest.
"I had fun at school. I had a few friends, but I never saw them outside of school. Why do you think I latched on to Jacob as much as I did? I didn't break things off with him because I knew I would lose the only semblance of freedom and fun I had. My mother hated him too, but she let me see him. But when he dumped me, she didn't even care. I'm pretty sure she was happy."
Edward moved and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I let him pull my body to his. I didn't really want to talk about my mother anymore. I snuggled myself to his warm body. His strong arms came around me and squeezed as tight as he could manage. Suddenly, I just wanted him to consume me; wanted him to take it all away. I clawed my way into his lap, straddling him and kissing his mouth roughly.
"Edward," I whimpered. My body was trembling and I almost hated myself for the way I was melting down. He probably thought I was losing my mind.
He pulled his mouth away from mine and grabbed my face.
"Hey, hey, calm down, shhh." He pulled me to his chest again and I pressed my face into his shoulder. He stroked my hair and my back, making soft noises to soothe me. My breathing was beginning to relax when the door bell rang.
His arms tightened around me. "That's dinner. I'll be right back. Are you all right?"
I nodded and he released me, cupping my face and kissing me softly before he hurried out of the room and down the stairs. I crawled to the head of the bed and leaned against the headboard, my knees pulled to my chest once more.
What was wrong with me? I couldn't keep it together over one conversation about my mother? He probably thought I was insane. Then there was the part where I tried to rape him. Maybe if I just went home, this wouldn't be as bad.
Just as that thought entered my mind, Edward appeared with the cartons of take out and drinks. He smiled gently at me, and moved to join me on the bed.
"I might turn my mother gray if she knew we were going to eat Chinese up here, but we won't tell her, okay?"
And just like that, he'd moved on. And he made me remember why I was here with him.
"I don't actually like the sweet and sour sauce anyway. I just like the chicken."
He stared at me for a minute before a large smile broke across his face.
"You are truly one of a kind." And with that he started to sort the food. I just smiled to myself and accepted my carton of food.
"Do you want me to put a movie in?"
I snorted. "Sure. We don't really have the best track record with movies though."
He laughed and climbed off the bed. "I promise you, we will get through one movie today. We can be good and make it through a movie without groping each other." He smiled cheekily and selected a movie from the large tower next to the television.
We did make it through the first movie, Princess Bride. We were eating through most if it anyway. After it was over, he put another movie in and when he returned to the bed, he crawled between my legs and snuggled his back to my chest. I didn't even notice what movie he had put on. We made it through one movie, and now I wanted to get my grope on.
I slid my hands down his chest and pressed my mouth to his ear. "I'm done being good."
He groaned a little and shifted between my legs. He gripped my thighs and started to massage them roughly, while my hands wandered all over the expanse of his chest. I sucked and bit and the skin of his neck, nibbling his earlobe before my mouth rested on the nape of his neck. Then I bit him.
"Christ," he muttered, gripping my thighs so hard, I'm sure there would be thumb prints in them by morning. I just giggled and smoothed my tongue over it. I slid my one hand under his shoulder and around his side, moving my hand until it came in contact with his growing erection.
"You liked that."
He shifted suddenly so that he was hovering over me, and he gripped me behind my knees, tugging my down roughly so I was flat on the bed.
"Understatement," he nearly growled as his lips met mine.
He settled against me, his lips moving furiously, trying to be everywhere at once. I panted, my hands in his hair, trying to move him closer.
He pulled back, grabbing at my t-shirt and jerking it over my head. I fell backward onto the bed and his eyes watched as my breasts jiggled with the movement. He dove forward, nipping and biting at the swell of my breast before he slid his hand up my back to unclasp my bra. I wondered if he had lessons or something, because he was better than me at getting a bra off.
He grabbed it by the front and tugged it off, tossing it lazily behind him. He licked his lips and moved forward again, slower this time. His lips closed over my nipple and he sucked it into his mouth slowly, too slowly. The sensation was dragged out and my back bowed off the bed. He shifted a little to the side, and moved his hand to the waistband of my panties. His fingers slid beneath the elastic and moved with purpose to rub my clit. I groaned as the pace of his fingers matched the pace of his mouth on my nipple. He released it and leaned across my body to capture the other one. His fingers began to move faster and I lifted my knees to give him better access. He hummed in approval against my nipple, causing me to squirm and moan. His fingers dipped lower, two of them entering me. I was panting in earnest now as he started to move them in and out at a torturous pace. I grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth to mine, assaulting it with my tongue.
He started to move his hand faster now, shifting his palm so it rubbed my clit. I opened my legs even wider, trying to gain more friction. I wanted so desperately to come. His lips dragged across my cheek to my ear.
"Come, baby. Just let it go." That's all I needed. With one more thrust of his fingers, I was gone, arching off the bed, moaning my head off. I'm sure I sounded like a cheap porn star, but I didn't even care. I was panting as Edward started to remove my panties. He discarded them over his shoulder like he had with my bra and he leaned over me. I started to kiss anything I could get, his shoulders, his face, his chest, anything in my reach. I stopped and looked up when I felt him shifting awkwardly. He was leaning, his hand in the bedside table, muttering.
"Found it," he said to himself, but I giggled. He looked down at me and smiled, moving the condom into my line of sight. "I knew there was at least one in here."
"Well, thank God for that."
He placed the condom on my chest and rolled off the bed quickly, removing his shorts and climbing back over me. I reached down, stroking his erection lightly and he opened the condom and rolled it on.
I rolled to my stomach and I felt his hands slide up my thighs and rest right below my hips, pulling them up so I was almost on my knees, but not fully supporting my weight on them. I felt him press into me, slowly, savoring every inch as he entered me. He stilled for a moment when he was completely inside, his one hand sliding down to rest on the front of my thigh, the other coming to rest next to my head to support him.
He finally began to move, rolling his hips in the most delicious way as his lips grazed across my shoulders. My head lolled forward and he took to opportunity to move his lips to the nape of my neck. He kissed and sucked a little before then with one particularly sharp thrust, he sunk his teeth down into my skin. I gasped, my body trembling as my legs gave out. His hand moved from my thigh to brace against my stomach, keeping me upright.
"You seem to like that, too." His voice held no evidence of exertion as he breathed in my ear.
"Understatement," I panted, echoing his words from before.
He chuckled lightly, picking up his pace now. He pressed kisses all over my shoulders and spine, his hand on my stomach dancing and tickling the skin. I started to thrust back against him, greedy for more. His hand on my stomach moved lower, and he started circling my clit. His breath was starting to pick up, and he was panting into my shoulder now, placing a kiss or a bite every few seconds. I arched my back a little, spreading my legs wider as his thrusts became more powerful and sporadic.
I was fast approaching my release, his fingers on my clit were working furiously and I was moaning his name like one long word. Edwardedwardedwardedward. He snapped his hips forward a few more times, the pace of his fingers blinding when I finally fell over the edge, trembling. His fingers didn't stop and his thrusts picked up, two, three more times before he bit into my shoulder as he came.
He rolled us to the side and wrapped his other arm around me as we regained composure. As I tried to slow my breathing, I felt his lips on my shoulder where he had bitten me. He was kissing and sucking gently, sliding his tongue over the bite to soothe it. With one more kiss, he slowly pulled out of me and got out of the bed. He moved towards the other side of the room where the garbage was, disposed of the condom and turned the lights out, along with the movie that was still playing. I crawled under the blankets and he joined me, lying mostly on top of me with his face pressed behind my ear.
"Thank you for telling me about your mother," he said softly after a minute.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and moved my face to his.
"Thank you for listening and not freaking out when I freaked out."
He leaned up a little and kissed me. It was slow and gentle, his tongue caressing mine softly before he pulled back, looking at me in a way that made me feel warm inside.
"Don't worry about it. You weren't really freaking out, and I don't really blame you for getting upset. I would too."
"Thank you," I said again.
He kissed me again chastely, and snuggled into my neck, his one hand resting just under my breast on my ribs. I threaded my fingers into his hair and closed my eyes. I felt his breathing even out after a little bit and I sighed contently, pressing my lips to his forehead and then snuggling my cheek to it, and let sleep take me.
Posting is going to be a lot more regular, I promise. I just started a new job and I've been having issues managing my time. I'll probably post every other week, updating this and Sanctum alternately.