It wasn't even dinnertime yet and I was basking in the afterglow of my fourth orgasm. I burrowed underneath my comforter and scooted closer to Edward's warm body.
"Who needs a treadmill when they have you around?" Edward joked.
I stiffened at his words. It didn't sound like a wisecrack to me. It sounded like a complaint – a complaint I had heard many times before as soon as the relationship started to get comfortable.
Bella, give a guy a break. What's with you? Insecure or something? We just had sex two hours ago, what's your problem? What are you, a nympho? I'd heard it all before, and I was in no hurry to hear it again.
"Getting tired of me already?" I jokingly scoffed as I wrapped my concern in humor.
"Are you kidding?" Edward reached down and put my hand on his very hard, very erect, very ready cock. "I could never get tired of you." He shifted even closer to me and rested his erection against the back of my thigh. "Or have you forgotten that you're the reason I'm in this mess in the first place."
"When are you going to stop giving me a hard time about the fact that I told you to stop taking your meds? You and I both know I did you a favor."
"That's not what I meant."
I turned over to face Edward, imploring him to explain himself with the questioning look in my eyes.
"You know…the court order…" he hinted. When I continued to look perplexed, he added, "your age. Technically I'm not allowed to date minors."
"So the secret's out. That's why you work at the Silver Screen. You're trying to score with the senior crowd."
"You caught me," Edward said with mock sincerity. "But man, until you've gotten head from someone who doesn't have their teeth in, you haven't lived."
Despite my disgust, I couldn't help laughing. "You're gross, Edward."
He moved over me and smirked. "You didn't think I was so gross a few minutes ago when I was eating your pussy," he said right before nuzzling against my neck.
So crass. So blunt. So sexy. Seriously, there were no words for how turned on I was.
Despite the sensations Edward was causing against my neck with his lips, what he'd said suddenly caught up to my brain and it didn't make any sense to me.
"Wait…you can't date because you're a minor? What the hell is that about?" I asked.
"No," Edward began as if I required remedial instruction, "I can't date a minor, a.k.a. under the age of eighteen."
"Then what's the problem?" I raised my palms to accentuate my question. "I'm not a minor."
Edward reared back quickly to look me in the eye. "You're seventeen." Although he'd made a statement, it came out more as a question.
"I'm eighteen," I clarified.
"Are you shittin' me?"
"No." For some odd reason, I found his astonishment funny and a giggle erupted from me. Edward mistook this for tomfoolery. [Seriously, how did that word end up in the English language? I mean, who the hell is Tom and he must have been one clusterfuck of a fool to have that term named after him.]
"Don't fuck with me, Bella," he warned.
"I'm not," I laughed some more. "I'm eighteen." Then, to punctuate my point, I threw back the covers, traipsed over to my backpack and pulled out my driver's license. "Here." I tossed it to him.
Quickly Edward scrutinized the card before looking up at me in awe. "Do you know how worried I've been for nothing? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought you knew. I mean…didn't I tell you?"
Edward just shook his head. "What kind of bassackwards idiots are we?"
"Speak for yourself. I knew how old you were, what school you went to, your birthday, your natural hair color – and all before we'd said our first hello. You're the one who didn't know anything about me." I looked over at him. "Is this the way you always are with girlfriends?"
As soon as the word girlfriends was out of my mouth, I wished I could snatch it back. Even though it was clear that Edward and I considered one another more than mere friends, he hadn't exactly claimed me as his girlfriend, and I wasn't clear as to how he was going to react to my words. He might laugh, grimace or worse – object.
But before I could take it back, Edward answered me without missing a beat.
"Nothing about our relationship is standard. In one way, I know a lot more about you then I would normally know about another girl I went out with, but then, in other ways, I don't know basic stuff." He turned to me suddenly. "Like, what's your favorite band? Color? What college do you want to go to? Do you like sports?"
I arched my eyebrow at the last question.
"Sports? Really?" I frowned. "You can't answer that question on your own by now?"
"Right, no sports," Edward assessed.
"And who cares what my favorite color is?" I shrugged. "We don't have to try to be that couple that knows every sickening detail about one another's lives. We don't go for bike rides in the park or on double dates with our friends. That's not who we are; that's not what we're about."
So color me a liar, when two nights later, we were sitting across a booth from Jasper and Alice in a greasy spoon just outside of town.
"Your sister called me, Edward. She hates my guts and she still called me, so you know this is serious," Alice began.
"It's not serious, it's a power play. She's just trying to control me," Edward responded.
Alice shook her head in disagreement. "She said your mother is really upset and your parents are considering calling the cops. Rosalie said the only reason she hasn't told your parents where you are is because she thought you'd wise your ass up and come home. You know what you need to do, Edward." Alice looked over at me as she spoke the last sentence, as if gauging whether or not she'd said too much in my presence.
"I'll go home when my parents accept the fact that I'm not going along with their cruel and unusual punishment," Edward stated.
"It's not their fault. They're just doing what they have to do, and you know it. Plus, going home isn't all you need to do." Alice pointedly looked in my direction and I rolled my eyes at her.
"Is she serious?" I asked Edward as if Alice weren't present. Then, I directed my inquiry straight at her. "Who do you think you are?"
"Unlike you, I'm somebody who understands how dangerous your relationship with Edward is to his future-"
"You make me sound like a can of Aqua Net and a Zippo lighter," I huffed. When Edward chuckled at my words, my somber mood immediately lightened and I leaned against him playfully; we shared a barely-there grin.
"Oh say it isn't so…" Alice cried before she slapped her palm against her forehead.
"What? What's wrong?" Jasper, totally oblivious to the occasion, asked as he looked between Alice and Edward.
"They're together," Alice stated dryly. "Like, together together."
"Oh." Jasper's grin faded when he remembered whatever it was that Alice had most likely told him about Edward. "Oh."
"I'm not breaking any rules by being with Bella. She's eighteen." Edward said. I could be imagining it, but it kind of seemed like he puffed out his chest a little bit in pride.
Alice looked over at me. "That matters?"
"She's not a minor," Edward shrugged.
"Well then…I mean…why are you hiding out? Since you're not doing anything wrong, why don't you just go home and-"
Edward quickly intercepted Alice's tirade. "I'll go home when my parents understand that they're being unreasonable. It's not really my mom, but my dad… Man-to-man, he's got to know that what he wants me to do is more than just cruel. It's brutal."
To his credit, if Jasper knew the details of what Alice and Edward were talking about, he gave no indication that he did, nor did he ask any questions. I figured his nonchalance must be a byproduct of Alice's secretiveness.
"Edward, your dad's just trying to keep you safe the best way he knows how. He's only enforcing what you were told," Alice went on.
Edward shook his head in disagreement. "He's enforcing his own rules. He thinks he knows everything."
"He is a doctor, Edward," Alice stated.
"And yet another person under the misconception that that actually means something," Edward waved fleetingly in Alice's direction before turning his gaze on her. "He farts and shits like everyone else, Alice, and when this whole fiasco started, he had no idea what to do. He asked everyone for advice and made up some of his own. Just because he has two initials after his name, it doesn't mean he's God."
"Okay, you're way overreacting," Alice returned.
I put my hand on Edward's thigh as a sign of solidarity, even though I kind of agreed with Alice in a way. Yeah, it sucked that Edward's dad wanted to force him to take penis-disabling meds, but I mean, his situation could be worse…
"At least your dad isn't a shrink. Because being psycho-analyzed every second of the day is the gift that can't be returned," I said.
"Okay. You win," Edward said right before he leaned over and kissed me. His kiss reminded me that I'd much rather be doing something else than listening to Alice stick her nose where it didn't belong.
"I hope you two know what you're doing," Alice sighed in defeat.
"Let's get out of here," I loudly whispered to Edward. Alice was getting on my nerves.
Edward agreed and we scooted out of the booth we were sitting in and headed for the door.
"I just worry about you, that's all," Alice qualified her meddling.
Edward looked between her and Jasper before tossing over his shoulder, "Stop worrying about me so much and worry about him a little more. If you're not careful, he's going to think you don't care."
I stuck around only long enough to see the look of horror that filtered across Alice's face at Edward's words.
"That's not true," she admonished with wide eyes; then she turned to Jasper, "You know I care about you, right?"
Jasper allowed a lazy grin to take over the lower half of his face. "He's just yanking your chain. He knows how to get you all riled up."
If anyone was riled up, it was me and Edward couldn't get me home fast enough. As soon as his mood had brightened at the realization that he wasn't exactly doing anything illegal, we'd resumed our favorite pastime of mattress aerobics…but it had been a few hours.
"You've got that look on your face again," Edward said with a side-winding grin.
"I'm horny," I said as if it deserved no excuse.
"I know. I can smell you."
I looked over at him when he said that, not sure if he was insulting me or not. But before I could articulate how I was feeling, Edward pulled the car on the side of the road before swiveling in his seat and turning toward me.
"I don't think I've ever been so turned on in my life. If I said I wanted you, right here, right now…"
"In the middle of nowhere?"
"It's dark out. No one will see."
"I think I'm too horny for the car," I deduced. "I need more room."
Even though it was dark out, I swear I saw Edward's eyes darken in lust as desire washed over his features.
"You need more room for what?" he asked huskily has he reached over and pulled me in for a kiss. "Huh? What do you need more room for?" he asked against my lips.
"I need more room not to freeze my ass off," I said in my normal voice.
Edward reached around me and grabbed my ass. "You don't have to worry about that. I'm gonna fuck you so hard, your pussy will see sparks." He bit down on the tendon in my neck.
"Is that what you want? Huh? You want me to set you on fire?"
Wait for it…
"Lay your seat back and spread those legs for me, baby. Gimme that pussy."
Ding-ding-ding! We have a winner, folks!
Seriously, Edward could almost say any old cheesy thing in that sexy whisper of his and I was a goner, not that it took much to get me going, but still…
The seat was barely reclined before I felt Edward's hand slide between my legs and start groping me over my underwear.
But it wasn't enough. It was as if scratching poison ivy with a feather. I needed more and I needed it now, as if my next breath depended upon it.
Quickly I pushed down my pants and my underwear, not caring that Edward had to briefly stop what he was attempting to do to me in the meantime, and also no longer caring that I was in a car in the middle of nowhere in the pitch black of night even though I had a perfectly empty-of-parents home a few miles away.
Instead, I opened my legs and returned Edward's hand to my crotch, this time without the barrier of material.
"You're right. You are too horny for the car," Edward said right before moving to the backseat. When I moved to follow him, he held me back and reached over to level my seat so that it was lying as far back as it would go.
I was about to whine and protest that he was taking too long when I noticed him reaching for the button on his pants. I was almost to the point of salivating as I watched him push away the fabric. The smooth skin of his shaft was barely visible before my hands were on him, rubbing and fondling him, licking his tip and caressing his balls.
Not seeming to care about the awkward position, Edward leaned over me and dived face first into my pussy.
"Oh yes!" I moaned when he used both hands to stroke inside my pussy lips, pull me open and boldly lick me from top to bottom.
Still, I craved more, and just like in every other situation, Edward was able to read my non-verbal cues. While lightly nipping and biting at my clit with his teeth – I can't even begin to describe how good that felt – his right hand moved down to my slit and he impaled me with three fingers. He knew exactly what I liked. Two fingers wasn't enough and four was just a bit much unless I was extremely wet, which I was on the verge of achieving.
"Oh, Edward," I muttered between episodes of deep-throating him and sucking on his balls. "Mmm, that feels so good."
But Edward was uncharacteristically silent as he continued his ministrations. In and out the fingers of his right hand thrust as his tongue swirled and teased my clit. Just when I'd get used to the pattern, he'd nip or roll my clit between his lips.
I showed my appreciation by opening my legs as wide as possible and moaning my gratitude. Edward stepped it up a bit then and ravished me with a lightning speed sucking and licking technique that I knew I wouldn't be able to endure for long. Needless to say, I was adequately distracted from his left hand that began to creep lower and lower until it was sliding between my ass cheeks.
Instinctively I stiffened and clinched, but Edward just softly stroked the crevice, as if willing me to remember the one time I'd allowed him entry.
Without missing a beat of the rhythm of his other motions, he reached up, coated the middle finger of his left hand with the juices from my pussy and then once again moved down between my ass cheeks.
Slowly I relaxed just enough to allow him to push in the tip of his finger. Then he was laving against my clit again and I could feel my orgasm starting and I wasn't about to deny him anything. Edward pushed his finger further in and then began to pulse it in tune to the fingers in my pussy.
I was in heaven.
I was also slightly curious as to how far-reaching Edward's affinity for the ass was. I mean, did he simply like to give in that area, or did he like his ass fondled too?
Before giving it a second thought, I glided my hands up his thighs and around to his ass. I was on full alert as I awaited some signal from Edward that he didn't want me to do this, but none came, and so I moved on, quickly licking my finger before parting his flesh and inserting it into his asshole.
The throaty moan that escaped from Edward spurred me on and I pumped my finger in and out of his hole, just as he was doing to me – all the while continuing to give him head. In an instant, Edward's legs began to tremble and he appeared unable to help the undulation of his hips as he began to copulate with my mouth, thrusting so deeply that it catapulted me into orgasm.
Suddenly, Edward became more vocal than I'd ever heard him as he grunted, groaned and panted in pleasure. Intrigued, I moved to insert a second finger and in doing so I must have startled him because he let out such a primal wail that I froze, and was therefore totally unprepared for the load he blew down my throat.
It had been a long time since I'd choked from head and, therefore, I was utterly embarrassed as Edward and I shifted apart and began putting ourselves back together after our sexual escapade. If Edward noticed how long it took me to actually swallow his ejaculate, he made no mention of it. Instead, he climbed back into the driver seat and sat silently until I was completely resituated and had returned my seat to an upright position.
We sat in motionless silence for a few minutes before I chanced a quick glance at Edward. He was watching me closely, but that cautious glimpse seemed to be all it took to loosen his tongue.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
I nodded. "Are you?" I whispered back. For some reason, I was preparing myself for him to lay into me for what I'd done to him.
"Are you kidding?" It was the most giddy I'd ever heard him. "That was the best head job I've ever gotten in my life!"
"Really?" I turned and looked up at him through my lashes. I felt my muscles start to relax at the look of pure sexual satisfaction on Edward's face.
"Hell yeah." He reached over and pulled me closer for a kiss. "But you look a little freaked out."
I shook my head after giving Edward a small peck on the lips. "I'm not freaked out, I just wasn't ready when you came. Usually I can tell you're about to, but…sorry."
"What are you sorry for?" Edward laughed at me.
"So you're not pissed that I …you know?" I knew he wasn't, but the baser part of me just wanted to hear him say it.
"Bella, I'm trying to keep from asking you to do it again, right now," Edward said and I laughed at his unconcealed begging.
"Seriously," he continued, "no one's ever done that to me."
"Really?" Something the great sex-god hadn't experienced?
"What else haven't you ever done?"
"Hmm…" Edward pondered as he started the car and carefully maneuvered back onto the road. "There's not much I haven't done…"
"Been with a guy?"
"Okay, there's one."
"Been fucked in the ass with a dildo?"
"Make that two."
"Um, how about-"
"Have you been fucked in the ass with a dildo?" Edward interrupted.
"No. I told you, before you, it was strictly an exit-only site."
"Have you ever been with a girl?"
"Nope. I have a purely penis-bias."
"Hey, it's my turn," I said, sharply aware of how easily awkwardness dissipated between Edward and I. It was so easy to be around him that it was almost effortless. Almost.
"Have you ever been in love?" I asked quietly.
Edward looked over at me quickly and then, just as swiftly, returned his attention to the road. But he didn't answer me. In fact, he was silent for so long that I gave up waiting and was wracking my brain for another question when he finally responded.
"No." He said simply. "I've never been in love."
"Me either," I returned. Not necessarily because it was true, but mainly because I didn't want him to think I thought there was something wrong with him because he'd never been in love. Because even though I don't know that much about love, I do know that there are a lot more people that think they experience it than there are that actually do.
"Have you ever been outside messing around so long that you actually got sunburned on your vag?" Edward asked.
I couldn't stop the laughter that accompanied the weirded-out look I gave him. "Okay random. What the hell?"
"I overheard one of my sister's friends say that it took some guy so long to find her clit that she actually got sunburn down there from having her legs open so long."
"Well I can, fortunately, say that that has never happened to me… Though I don't know if a sunburn would be too high a price to pay for having my legs open for a long time with a guy who did know his way around a clit."
"Hey what? I didn't say you didn't."
"Well you make it sound like I leave you longing or something."
"No I don't. You're just really good at getting me off, but the idea of it taking a while…I don't know…it has a certain appeal to it."
"You always beg for me to get you off."
I grinned. "I do, don't I?"
"Damn straight," Edward answered indignantly.
I smiled to myself as I relaxed against my seat and watched the familiar scenery amble by as we neared my house. I was overcome by that feeling of being content that was becoming a constant when I was in Edward's presence and because of that, I refused to allow the sense of worry to wash over me – worry that soon my mother would be home and the little cocoon of togetherness that Edward and I had wrapped around ourselves would be cracked open and we would be…where?
Yeah, that was a worry for another time. For now, we would just…
"What do you want to do tonight?" I asked Edward as he pulled my car to a halt in front of my house.
"I'm going to finish off that awesome pasta you made yesterday, then I'm going to sit on the couch with my feet up and stick my hands down the front of your pants and play with you for as long as you can stand it until you beg me to make you cum."
"Mmm," I expressed my fondness for his idea for our evening activities, "and will you kiss me during this masturbation-marathon?" I asked as I got out of the car.
"There might be kissing," Edward evaded as he tossed me my keys and walked with me to the front door.
"Well, gee…since my mouth will be otherwise occupied, I'll have to think of some way to return your favors…with my hands or my fingers..."
"I like the way you think."
"That's not all you like about me," I tossed over my shoulder as I moved ahead of him to the porch to open the front door.
But the playful banter died in my throat when I saw that Edward had stopped moving and was staring at the ground absently.
"Edward?" I prompted.
He looked up then and reached for my arm, effectively pulling me into his embrace.
"What I said earlier in the car…about never being in love?"
He looked me in the eye as he lowered his forehead to rest against mine. "I meant 'not yet'."
"Oh," I said… "Me, too."
And then we stood on the porch and kissed like a couple of love-sick teenagers who didn't have a care in the world – like meddling friends and sisters weren't disapproving, or nosy neighbors couldn't report inappropriate PDA or a police car or angry parents couldn't pull up at any moment.
Instead, we basked in the glow of our "not yets", on the precipice of the most intense feelings either of us had ever felt – having no clue as to how soon those feelings would be stretched and pulled and tested.
I've gotten a few emails about the use of the word "cum" instead of "come". Simply, I like the urban-dictionary feel of the word. To me, "come" means something non-sexual and it takes me out of the moment when I read it written that way and I just like how the word cum keeps you in the story - it has the right feel to it. So yes, I'm aware that it technically isn't a word in the Webster [dictionary] sense, but it's a slang word that I prefer to use. Okay...til next time!