Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
There isn’t a single moment that sends me over. It’s just a gentle slide into pleasure. One minute I’m not coming and the next moment I am. A rolling orgasm that is wide and expansive, flowing to a peak that makes me tremble before receding again. Fucking hell. And Edward doesn’t stop there. He moves seamlessly upwards, dipping his tongue into my pussy and doing exactly what he promised he would: licking up my orgasm.
“This is crazy.”
“It is,” he says. “No one should taste this good.”
I’m pretty sure that my body is in a permanent state of blushing now. Or maybe that’s just the flush of pleasure and sex. But when he says things like that, I can’t separate my embarrassment from how turned on I am. But maybe that’s the idea. I’m starting to like being embarrassed by him.
Edward licks up to my clit, circling it and sucking it deep, teasing it with his lips. Everything he’s done so far has me on a hair trigger, and he’s barely touched me before I’m coming again, explosively this time. I yell out my pleasure, saying his name over and over again. He laps up that orgasm too, and the one after that.
“Edward, I can’t. I can’t come again.”
“One more time, baby.”
He strips his jeans off, and sinks into me with one smooth motion. I don’t think it’s going to be just one. My pussy can’t take the sensation from his invasion, and it feels like I’m just in the midst of one, prolonged climax. My mind is blissfully blank, swallowed up by the distracting sensations. Friction and ecstasy and deep, shaking vibrations in my gut.
The angle of Edwards thrusts brush across my clit, and every touch is like a flare being shot up into the sky. But even though everything is heightened, it isn’t frenetic. Edward pushes into me with the same consistency and control, never letting go completely. We’ve had that—had that earlier today. This is different, and I can’t say that I’m angry about it. It’s deliberate. He’s staking his claim on every part of me that he wanted to, and it’s working. I’m never ever going to forget this.
Looking up at him, Edward’s eyes are closed, and he’s grunting with the effort of holding himself back. The muscles I can see are tight. He’s close, and I can get him closer. I squeeze down on him, and he groans. “Fuck, Julia.”
I have no regrets. I only wish that I could make him come as many times as he’s made me. If he hadn’t made it abundantly clear that he loves the way I taste, I would feel selfish. Suddenly, Edward’s thrusts grow erratic, and he lets his face fall against my neck. He drives into me deep, one more time, and again, and comes. “Oh fuck.” His voice shakes. Heat is pouring into me, and he holds himself perfectly still while the orgasm ravages him. Only when it lets him go does he relax, breathing hard.
“I wish I could give that to you as many times as you did me.”
“Trust me,” he groans. “It was absolutely worth it. And I think if I came as many times as you did I would die.”
I laugh as he rolls off me, but doesn’t stop touching me, keeping an arm slung across my waist. “I think I almost did.”
He smiles, though his eyes are closed. “Then clearly I’m not working hard enough. It’s my goal to actually kill you through multiple orgasms.”
“I think close to death is good enough. If I’m actually dead, I won’t be able to have any more.”
“Fair point.”
I turn on my side do face him, and that hand on my waist pulls me closer so I’m pressed against his body. There’s nothing quite like skin on skin contact, especially after sex. Especially after sex like that. I makes me feel close to him, and I just like feeling the warmth of him. “Thank you for letting me come over.”
“Will you stay?”
“Overnight?”
Edwards nods.
I suppose that I could. There’s no way my mom will be up and about till morning, and after last night, I’m not sure that I really care whether or not she knows about Edward. Right in this moment, I can’t imagine being anywhere else. Ducking my head against his chest, Edward moves his hand up my back and into my hair. “I like having you in my bed, Julia.”
“I like being here.” Despite everything else in my life that feels loose and directionless, this feels right. And even if I wasn’t falling in love with him, having just one thing that’s right in my life feels good. Makes me think that I’ll be able to figure the rest of it out.
Edward kisses my hair, and we stay like that for a while. I could almost fall asleep just like this. But out of nowhere, my stomach growls. He laughs. “I was waiting for that.”