His breathing is harsh, and I've just started. I find the buttons on his shirt in the darkened interior of the car, yanking on them and opening him up to me, my mouth exploring the planes I can only feel. I find the button on his jeans, sliding the zipper down and freeing his cock, which springs forth like it's really happy to see me. As I stroke him, it's like the rest of his body comes to life, remembering that he's not alone in the car. His hands go to my hair, pulling my face to his for a searing kiss, deep and intense and pulling at my core. He strokes down my back, hips bucking as I pump him. When he grips my waist, I ask him if he has a condom.
He lifts up, reaching into his back pocket as I pull my tank over my head. “Jesus Christ, no bra?” he whimpers.
I just laugh, thinking wait until these pants come off. I grab the condom from him, rolling it down that fantastic cock before raising up enough to roll my waistband down my hips, lifting one leg and then the other to slip them and my shoes off.
“Fuuuck,” Edward draws out, looking greedily at my pussy right before I sink down on him, taking him deep inside me. “God, do you even know what the hell you do to me?” There's nothing but him and the way he sets my body flaming, so if it's even close to the same for him, I have an idea of what it's like.
“Ohhh,” it's my turn to moan as the fullness takes over, and I can't remember ever feeling this good before, never this lustful and needy. His hands are on my nipples, pinching and rolling them, his mouth and that fantastic scruff following every touch of his fingers, and I rock hard against him, my pussy clenching down on his cock at the sensations.
My cries fill the car, echoing out into the stratosphere as I ride him harder, and he licks his fingers before finding my clit. When those long fingers rub in furious circles, I slam down on his thighs, so close to the most intense orgasm I've ever had. Edward pushes up into me with frantic thrusts, and I realize he's about to lose it. There's something about his face as he's that close to coming, and I can't help but scream out as my orgasm rips through me. His hands find my hips in a bruising grip, driving his cock inside me so deeply I know I'll feel it tomorrow, and then he comes.
“Fuck, Bella!” Edward shouts as he empties inside the condom.
I drop my forehead to his, trying futilely to catch my breath. Edward holds me close, and I should be terrified of the connection his gentleness creates, but I'm only more enamored.
Until he opens his mouth. “Come home with me.”
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