I rake my gaze across his tense features, his flexed shoulders, the hard set of his stance as he stands there, watching me, waiting for me to tell him that it is okay for him to fuck me in the arse. Shit. I squeeze my eyes shut. Once I say yes, there is no going back. Once he has his hands and his mouth on me and his fingers inside of me, I’ll be branded as his. He’ll have spoiled me for everyone else. I’ll never be able to look at another man and not feel Edward’s touch, his kisses, the force of his presence, the strength of his attraction, the pull of that something inside of him, which is just so carnal yet so pure, so single-minded and intense that there could be no space for anyone else in my heart, my mind, my…soul. Only he can reduce me to this mass of quivering need that propels me to take the leap. That spurs me on to open my eyes, look him in the eyes and say, "Yes."
The breath rushes out of him. He flings the wooden spoon aside, closes the space between us and kicks my legs further apart. Then, he leans in close enough for his body heat to envelop me. His big body looms over me as he presses his nose into my hair and inhales deeply. A ripple runs down his body and I know then just how affected he is by his proximity to me, as well.
"You smell so bloody good, Eve," he rumbles. He nuzzles into the curve between my ear and my neck, then runs his tongue around the shell of my ear and sucks my earlobe. My core clenches and moisture trickles down my thigh.
A groan bleeds out of me and he shudders. He presses his body into mine and the hardness of his arousal digs into the curve of my arse.
"F-u-c-k," he growls against my hair, then air hits my back. I glance over my shoulder to find he’s dropped down to his knees, between my legs. My throat closes. He hooks his finger under the waistband of my panties and tugs. The delicate material snaps and he whips it off of me. He stuffs it in his pocket, then shoves his shoulders between my thighs, forcing me to part them further. He grips my hips, then lowers his head and swipes his tongue up my melting pussy.
Heat sweeps up my spine and the blood rushes to my face. Ohmigod. What the hell is he doing? How are his movements so sure, so focused? He’s done this before. Of course, he has. No other way, could he know his way around a woman’s body so well—oh! — He stabs his tongue inside my channel, in-out-in, and I throw back my head and pant.
He curls his tongue inside my core, slides his hand between my pussy and the wall and circles my clit with his fingers. I snap back my shoulders, simultaneously push against the wall and thrust my hips forward, riding the thrust of that wicked tongue, chasing the drumming of his fingers across my pussy lips. He brings his other hand up to cup my butt, then slides his thumb in between my arsecheeks and inside my puckered hole.
He continues to tongue-fuck me, while grinding his heel into my clit and sliding his thumb deeper inside my backhole.
Heaven help me.
Where did Father learned to eat out a woman like this?
The tremors sweep up my legs, coil in my center, then surge up my spine. I slap my palms into the wall, squeeze my eyes shut and give in to the orgasm that tears through me.
It seems to go on and on, then fades away as suddenly. I slump back, trembling. Sweat beads my shoulders and my back, my knees tremble, and my thighs spasm, unable to hold me up. The next second, the world tilts. I crack my eyelids open to find that I am on my back, on the floor, with Edward looming over me.
"I am going to fuck you now."
His words slice through the noise in my head. I stare up at him as he reaches down and releases the zipper on his jeans. He shoves his hand into his briefs pulling himself out and pumps, once, twice, thrice. I gaze down at his long, thick, hard, length. It’s gorgeous. Almost as beautiful as the man himself. Not that I have seen many cocks, not in real life, at least. Hello Pornhub, you’ve had your uses, but you have nothing on this one-hundred percent virile specimen who sits back on his heels, between my thighs. He slides his hand between us, scoops up the cum from my slit, and slathers it into my backhole.
No.I shake my head and clench my buttcheeks.
"Shh." He lowers his head to mine, brushes his mouth over mine, once, twice. I part my lips and he slides his tongue inside, tangles with mine. He sucks on me, draws from me. He groans into my mouth and I swear it feels like he’s poured himself into his kiss. All of him. I taste myself on his breath, breathe in the lingering scent of frankincense, and under that, the familiar cut grass scent that is him.
It’s so familiar, so reassuring that I relax.
My muscles unwind. I loop my arms about his neck, return the kiss. I open my mouth wider, tangle my tongue with his, and his big body shudders. I lean up and into him, strain to get closer. He hooks his arms under my knees, pulls them up, only to wind my ankles about his neck.
"Hold on," he growls as he inches his dick into my backhole.
"Oh," I gasp into his mouth, "oh, my."
He doesn’t let up. He slides his tongue in and out of my mouth, while he slips a hand between us and curls his fingers around my clit. Heat slices through me; sweat pools under my armpits. Moisture drips from my cunt, as I shudder and dig my fingertips into his shoulders, wrap my ankles more securely about him…wait as he releases my mouth to gaze into my eyes.
"You’re so tight," he rasps. "So hot." He thrusts his hips and slips inside further.
Too much, too full."Edward," I gasp, "you’re too big."
"I’m just right for you." He slips one thick finger inside my pussy and I shudder. He slides in another and begins to work them in and out of me. In and out.
All the while he holds my gaze, his golden eyes now a dark brown, almost as dark as the skies outside. I tip up my chin and he lowers his lips to mine again. He licks my mouth, presses his thumb into my clit, and curls his fingers inside my channel.
I arch under him, push my breasts up and into his chest, even as I shy away from the coming hurt. "Please," I whimper. "Please, Ed."
"Tell me what you need, Eve." He picks up speed, saws his fingers in and out of me, the wet, squelching sound of my flesh giving in to him filling the space. It’s filthy, dirty and oh, so erotic.
The pores of my skin pop and a shudder grips me. My nipples tighten until they ache and my belly quivers. I tilt my hips up and he slides in and through the tight ring of my sphincter. "Oh," I gasp. "Ohmigod, Ed."
"Tell me how it feels," he commands.
"Like…" I swallow, "Like you’ve crammed yourself into me, like you are consuming me, and now I can never let you go."
