It still feels incredible that a man like Edward would want me. But as he guides my hand down to close around him, to feel how thick and hard he is, the heat inside of him, the softness of the skin there, I know that he wants me more than I would ever have thought it possible for one person to want another.
Except I know that it is possible, because that same deep want flows through me. Edward moves my hand away, and shifts his position until he is lined up against me, his head poking at my entrance between my splayed legs. I can hardly breathe with the anticipation – I’m still wet and on fire from the way he touched me in the tub, so ready for him – as he hesitates, looking into my eyes, watching my reaction.
He slowly pushes forward, just a little at a time, and I feel everything in such amazing detail. The stretch as his member pushes through in the first moment, the way it pops inside of me and then glides easier, the feeling of fullness that grows and grows to dimensions I could never describe. I can’t help but moan as he moves, his breath heavy and catching with each new movement, his muscles corded with veins that stand out from his skin.
He keeps going, past the initial tightness and discomfort, on and on until I feel like any more will surely burst me open, until he gives a groan of satisfaction and I look up to see him still watching me closely. He bends his head to plant a kiss on my lips, sweeter and more caring.
“You feel so good,” he says, and the words inflame me even more, and I realize that the only thing I want in the world is for him to move.
Even though I have no experience with this, something instinctive inside me knows to move, to roll and grind our hips together, to keep a strange and primal rhythm. Though for the most part all I can do is lie, stunned, and let him move over me, in and out producing new and enthralling sensations every time, I don’t miss how he gasps for breath and moans when I roll my hips towards him, when I have the presence of mind to push up as he thrusts down, heightening both our pleasure.
The wave I felt when he touched me before is growing inside me again, but this time more powerful. The feeling of him inside me, as well as the pressure and the friction as he rubs against me from the outside, makes it all the more heady, all the more overwhelming. I barely know who I am or where I am or what year it is anymore, everything else in the universe fading away into inconsequentiality, as I let Edward and the wave carry me higher, higher, higher –
And I gasp out his name as the sensation overpowers me, crashing down and filling my whole body with ecstasy, making me buck and twitch wildly, drawn out longer and longer as Edward makes a few more thrusts and then shudders, and then is still for a moment, resting above me and breathing hard, and I know that both of us have found our satisfaction.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Edward
I catch my breath looking down at her, resting on my elbows. She is flushed and hot, her eyes still glazed with the afterglow, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she breathes again. I was wrong when I thought she was the most beautiful sight in the world before. This – this is it, not just satisfied, but satisfied and glowing with my seed inside of her.
I flop down beside her, rolling myself over, and rest in the soft embrace of the covers. I reach over to trace a hand over the lines of her cheek, down to cradle her head, to pull her in for a moment to kiss her lips. She is everything – perfect, sated, and mine.
“Wow,” Casey says. I smile, letting her know with my eyes that I agree.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, catching sight of the time on the clock over her shoulder. “It’s dinnertime.”
We had our afternoon tea late, but with no lunch and plenty of exertion – all the walking around all day, before we even got into bed – I know I could eat.
“Yes,” Casey says, looking surprised to discover it. “What are you thinking?”
“We can order in,” I tell her, grabbing my phone to start scrolling through a delivery app. “Pizza, or something. Whatever you want.”
“Pizza sounds amazing,” Casey says. She nestles in closer to me so that she can watch the screen, examining the order details. She points out a few things she wants, and I confirm the order, putting my phone back down on the bedside table out of our way.
Because she’s laying next to me naked, and there’s absolutely nothing that would stop me from wanting to have her again right now.
I start with kisses along her collarbone and neck, enjoying her giggles and the way that they turn into gasps and moans. I fondle her breasts and pay special attention to her nipples, which I’ve noticed are very sensitive. I wonder if one day I’ll be able to make her come just by playing with her nipples alone. But there’s plenty of time to explore that in the future.
Right now, I just want to be inside of her again.
Casey’s eyes widen at how hard I am again already, and she strokes me tentatively while I work her with my fingers, moaning and telling her how to do it best. She follows my instructions until I’m leaking precome and
