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CHAPTER 4
Edward’s POV
I walked up to the main house, noticing Bella’s truck in the driveway, she and Emmett nowhere to be seen. I sighed. I had been hoping to go for a hunt with Emm, but it looked like I was in for a solo lunch date this afternoon.
I turned to leave when I caught the unmistakable sound of the jeep coming up the drive. I leaned against the ancient truck as the jeep rounded the trees at speed and, in true Emmett style, skidded to a stop outside the house amidst a spray of gravel.
Bella was laughing; her hair all messed up from the windy drive, her hand in Emmett’s. She looked relaxed and happy. Emmett saw me waiting and beamed good naturedly. He burst out of the jeep, running round to release Bella from the harness.
“Hey, Edward! What’s up, bro?”
I shuffled awkwardly and looked at my feet when I noticed Bella smiling at me.
As I looked away, I caught Emmett’s thought:
‘I wish he’d say what his problem is with Bella. He can’t even look at her. Can’t he even try? Not even for me?’
When had he gotten so perceptive? It’s not as if I was exactly a chatty person at the best of times. He thinks I don’t like her. He’s so wrong.
I sighed heavily.
Since our chat that morning, I had not been able to think of anything or anyone else. Images of Bella, and worse still, of Emmett and Bella, (thanks for those images, Emm) had been going through my mind and I could find no escape. After Emmett left, I had tried to work out exactly why I felt so ... worried? No. Jealous. When it came to him and Bella I felt jealous, pure and simple. What baffled me was why now? Why this girl? And a human, to top it all; a human who smelled so... enticing, that it made it impossible for me to fully enjoy my usually satisfactory diet. Not a change I welcomed.
“I... ah... I’m off for a hunt and I was wondering if you wanted to join me. I caught the scent of a new herd coming through and thought we could take advantage, but if you’re busy we can do it some other time.”
Emmett glanced at Bella for a second and she shrugged and nodded, clearing her throat.
“After this afternoon’s ‘rehearsal’,” she stammered, blushing, “I think you should go. You earned it.”
Too much information! I cringed, grateful for her blocked thoughts.
“Ok, babe. Do you want to wait in the house for us to get back?”
She exhaled and shook her head.
“I better get home and get dinner started for Charlie. He’s pulling a late one and he’ll be starving when he gets in.”
I could see how disappointed Emmett was, but he hid it as best he could. He swept her up into a tight embrace and I looked away as he kissed her goodbye. When they broke apart, Bella, looking flushed and breathless, stumbled as she climbed into her truck. Emmett caught her before she fell, depositing her safely in her seat before leaning in the window for a last lingering kiss. As she pulled away, he slapped the roof of the cab in farewell.
He turned to me with a raised eyebrow.
“So – are we hunting local or going further afield?”
Emmett’s eyes were only lightly tinged with black - nowhere near as dark as mine. With the family out of the house I’d lost my usual reason to hunt regularly; subsequently I’d left it a few days longer than I really should have. To be honest, my throat was on fire.
“Local, if you don’t mind. I’m too thirsty to wait.”
Emm nodded in agreement and we took off for the forest. As we approached the river we slowed, and I looked at him curiously.
“So what happened to the jeep door? Did you lose your temper or something?”
He paused and then smirked.
“I took your advice, bro - about diverting my attentions away from Bella at the, ah, crucial moment? Let’s just say I found a way to do just that, but it means that other stuff gets a bit ... mangled.”
He choked back a laugh at my expression. I looked at him askance, my brow furrowed.
“Glad it worked. Do I want to know how the jeep came in for such punishment?”
“I don’t know, bro – do you?”
I decided I really didn’t.
Walking along the river, I caught the scent of deer, and paused. Looking at Emm I could see he had the scent too. We jumped the water and ran silently towards the tantalising aroma. The deer, upwind of us, were completely oblivious of our presence. Venom pooled in my mouth. I shouldn’t have waited so long because now I was going to need more than one to kill this burn. I saw a large female drinking at the water’s edge and pounced on her before she could spook the rest of the herd. She was no match for me, and her life blood was exactly what I needed. All too soon she ran dry and, even with my tongue still coated with blood, I knew I needed more. I heard Emmett take down a buck through the trees as I watched the rest, crouching until I saw another female wander away from the safety of the group. It was child’s play to take her down and drain her. I stood up, the burn finally sated, and disposed of the corpses in the river flowing through the forest before making my way back to where Emmett stood waiting.
“Don’t leave it so long next time, Ed,” he said, punching my shoulder, “then we can go further out for some bigger game.”
I nodded, feeling slightly selfish. I knew Emmett preferred bigger prey, and made a promise to myself to take him on a big hunt in a few days’ time.
Emmett was bouncing with energy as we raced back towards the house. As we approached my cottage, I stopped.
“So, is Bella coming over tomorrow? You two have plans for the weekend?”
He grinned happily.
“I have a surprise planned. I want to take Bella to the Seattle Fair, if she can get Charlie to agree a late curfew, that is. It should be fun, but she’s gonna need a good alibi as we’ll be back late. I wish she could stay out the whole night with me, but I guess that’s not likely.”
“Charlie doesn’t know about you guys?”
“Nah. It’s too soon. We’re keeping it just us, you know? We’re still enjoying the novelty of it all, keeping it private.”
I snorted.
“Private? Emm - if we know then Alice knows. Guaranteed.”
Emmett paused.
“I guess. I’ll deal with that when I have to. Have you heard from her and Jas at all?”
“Uh ... yeah. Briefly. She rang to check you were ok after she saw Rose leaving.”
“Has she seen her? Rose? Is she ok?”
“It’s only been a couple of days, Emm, and no, she hasn’t seen or spoken to her. It looks like Rose wants to be alone for a while. She didn’t go straight to Denali like we thought. There’s been no sign of her.”
Emmett frowned.
“Alice knows, doesn’t she - about me and Bella?”
I sighed.
“If she does then she’s keeping it to herself. She’s worried about her sister, Emm. It’s understandable. I mean, you two breaking up caught us all by surprise. Rose’s snap decision to leave couldn’t have been predicted. Jas is concerned, and Alice thinks he may go looking for her. After all, he knows her better than any of us.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt her, Ed... she’s been my girl for over 70 years.”
“WAS your girl, Emm,” I corrected.
“That’s what I meant,” he mumbled under his breath.
I thumped his shoulder.
“Come on, no point dwelling. You’ve moved on. Rose will too, in time. Save the worrying for when the family get back. You know Carlisle is gonna want a father/son talk with you.”
He looked at me, chewing on his thumbnail.
“Dad’s gonna be mad, huh?”
“No. Disappointed is more his style. Esme will be sad for both of you. She loves us all so much.”
Emmett’s head drooped as he weighed up the fallout of his relationship collapse.
“I hope they understand about Bella and me. I couldn’t bear it if they were disappointed and feel I let them down.”
“Dude, they’re gonna find it hard, but if Bella is your choice they will welcome her. The advantage is that they love her already, and you know how hard it is to win the family over.”
I slapped him on the back.
“Come on. Have you made all your plans for the fair? You can borrow the Volvo if you like. Especially as the Jeep needs work...”
He laughed, his spirits rising at the thought of his date with Bella.
“Thanks, Ed, but I was thinking more of Esme’s Mercedes. She won’t mind as long as I don’t damage it.”
I looked at him, trying hard to keep a straight face.
“Yeah... bringing it back with door handles would be a start, Emm.”
Emmett’s booming laugh echoed through the trees.
~xxXxx~
Emmett’s POV
I drove us back to the house, unable to hold in my huge grin the whole way. Bella’s hand rested on the side of her seat and, every chance I got, I squeezed it, rubbing my thumb over her knuckles, needing to be in constant contact.
The afternoon had been awesome; a million times better than I could ever have hoped for. I hadn’t planned our play hunt to end that way. I had just wanted to give her a little scare to get the adrenalin pumping and then, no matter who won, I had fully expected my usual telling off for being a pain in the ass. But Bella once again proved impossible to predict; her responses at times so unexpected that I was in total awe of her.
The way she took control like that... insisting on claiming her ‘prize’ even after being so scared.
So incredible.
I am so lucky.
I kissed her goodbye, and watched as she drove off home to Charlie. I was missing her before the truck was even out of sight.
~xxXxx~
An hour later, following our hunt, I left Edward at the cottage and made my way back up to the house.
No time like the present.
Grabbing my wallet and keys, I jumped back in the jeep. It was a short trip to the scrap yard where I hoped to find new door fittings – hell; maybe a whole new door as mine was mangled pretty bad. I bit my lip thinking about that ... I wouldn’t change a thing that happened today.
Half an hour later and I had hit pay dirt; a new door, and in the right colour too. Is this my lucky day or what? I paid the guy in charge and loaded up my new door and fittings. Before driving off I whipped out my phone and texted a message for Bella:
Hey, gorgeous. You and I have an al fresco date tomorrow night. Can you get Charlie to agree a late curfew? It’s gonna be worth it! Dress warm. Miss you already. Emm xXx
I put the phone away and backed out of the yard, deciding to go buy her a gift to celebrate our first ‘official’ date. I hoped she wouldn’t protest too much.
I headed into Port Angeles to the jewellery store. I had an idea. Parking the jeep right outside the premises, I sauntered in. The assistant came over, smiling; the Cullen men were very good customers in this store and therefore always assured of a warm welcome.
“How can I help you today, sir?” she simpered.
I looked at the racks of jewels and baubles searching for something simple and uncluttered, something that, to me, expressed Bella’s beautiful soul. It had to be right. It was then that I saw it: a simple heart pendant, carved from tiger’s eye. I pointed to the piece, and the assistant passed it to me to admire. Its rich deep brown colour matched Bella’s eyes, but, when the light caught it, the chatoyancy turned the stone a deep gold – almost the exact colour of mine.
“It will look even more beautiful in the sun, sir,” she added, trying to ensure her sale.
“It’s perfect,” I said. “Can I get a gold chain to go with this?”
The girl produced a tray of chains and I chose a simple, delicate link to not tangle in Bella’s hair. I left the store with a beautifully wrapped package fit for a princess. Fit for my girl.
I drove back to the house feeling pleased with myself. I unloaded the door and started on the hinges. My phone buzzed. It was Bella:
I guess I can say I’m staying at Alice’s place – Dad doesn’t know she left town, only that Carlisle and Esme are away. I’ll see what I can do – might have to go to the store for steak. Dress warm? This is Forks, how else would I dress? What are you planning, Mr Cullen? Bella x
I smirked – sounded like Charlie would be getting a gourmet feast tonight as way of bribery. I flipped on my stereo and started humming along to Muse as I worked. Things were falling into place.
~xxXxx~
Bella’s POV
I read Emmett’s text and frowned.
What was he planning?
I had no doubt it would be interesting – Emmett was definitely full of surprises. I quickly texted my response and then headed out again for the convenience store. If I had to ask for a favour from Charlie, I needed to use my best weaponry – food. Pulling up outside, I grabbed my purse and ducked inside, heading for the chilled section. Ten minutes later I left with a piece of sirloin steak, frozen chips, peppercorns and garlic. I was pulling out the big guns. I briefly considered adding salad, but I knew all too well Charlie’s opinion of ‘rabbit food’. Me - I’d settle for pasta and the rest of yesterday’s left over sauce.
I checked my watch – I had less than an hour until Charlie was due home. I switched on the oven for the chips. While it heated, I crushed up some peppercorns for the steak. If I had everything ready I could cook it just before he came home, and have it served hot from the pan. Leaving the chips to cook, I ran upstairs for a shower. Stripping off my shirt and jeans as soon as I was in my room, I caught sight of myself in my dressing mirror. Moving closer, I twisted round and examined a purplish mark just below my shoulder blade.
A hickey. Oh my god. I’m just like those kids who make out in their mom’s cars after all.
I ran my finger over the mark and shivered involuntarily, my body remembering Emmett’s mouth on me this afternoon and how much I’d like his mouth on me again. Suddenly tomorrow seemed an awfully long time to wait.
He marked me as his. Did he mark me anywhere else?
I checked myself thoroughly in the mirror and found two fingertip bruises on each of my hips. I should have been mad, but all I could think of was how badly I wanted him again. My breathing quickened at the thought of him. I wondered if he knew the effect he had on me. In just a couple of days I had metamorphosed from shy virgin into panting wreck.
I made my way to the bathroom and turned on the water. I just needed to freshen up before dinner; I looked a bit of a mess after our little... adventure. The water was hot and the room soon filled with steam. I found myself imagining Emm in the shower with me, his hands washing and caressing me. This was new. My breathing accelerated as I stroked my skin slowly with the cloth, my skin feeling supersensitive under its soft caress.
The food!
That one thought propelled me out of the shower on, admittedly, somewhat shaky legs.
How can he have this effect on me when he isn’t even here? Focus!
Drying off, I dressed in clean sweats and sweater before running back down to the kitchen. I had just enough time to have the steak ready for the table when Charlie got home. I checked the chips, turned down the oven, and poured some oil into a pan. As soon as it was hot I added tomatoes and garlic, and left them to cook. Once done I tipped them out and added the peppered steak. By the time I heard the cruiser pull in to the drive I had the plate on the table.
He walked in, sniffing the air appreciatively.
“Steak, Bells? You’re too good to me.”
“No problem, dad. You’ve had a long day, it was the least I could do. I’m just cooking my pasta and I’ll be right there.”
I left him to eat, hearing his enthusiastic hum as he took his first bite.
The microwave dinged and my pasta was done. I walked to the table and sat down.
“Dad...,” I began, trying to sound nonchalant. “Would it be ok if I spent the evening with Alice tomorrow? She’s talking about going late night shopping and it sounds like it could be fun.”
Charlie looked at me suspiciously.
“Since when do you like shopping, Bells? The idea’s a good one though. You need to get out more; take a break from all the studying. It’s healthy to spend time with your friends. As Dr Cullen’s away, it’d no doubt be nice for young Alice to have some company too. Let me know if you intend to stay over – you know I worry.”
Stay over? JACKPOT.
“I’ll call her after dinner and see what she says. That’d be cool, dad. Thanks.”
He grinned and carried on eating, pausing only to fetch a can of beer from the fridge. I felt slightly guilty, deceiving him like that. Not guilty enough to tell him the truth though. Not yet, at any rate.
After dinner was over, I collected the plates and put them in the sink. Once they were done I went upstairs, calling to Charlie that I was going to email Mom. As soon as the door was closed, I pulled out my phone:
Emm – tomorrow night is on. How long will we be gone for? Charlie thinks I’m going late shopping with Alice, so I can stay out as long as you like. I just need to let him know whether or not I’m coming home so he knows not to worry. Bella x
I had barely put the phone down when it buzzed:
Awesome! It’s gonna be a late one so tell him you’re staying over. If we have all night tomorrow then we won’t need to rush back. Can’t wait to see you, babe. I really miss you. Wish I could kiss you right now. Emm xXx
My hands shook as I read his heartfelt message.
Goodnight, Emm. I really wish I could kiss you too.
~xxXxx~
THE FOLLOWING DAY
The alarm woke me at 8.00am and I struggled awake. It was Saturday and my shift at Newton’s started at 9.00am. I dragged myself out and into the shower, noting the silence. Another early start for Charlie, then. I hoped there wasn’t bad news in Forks this morning. Charlie had been surprisingly amenable about my staying out “with Alice”. Once again I felt pangs of guilt, but I fervently pushed them away. My face broke into an involuntary smile as I remembered my date tonight with Emmett.
This day is so gonna drag.
Dressed in my Newton’s uniform, I made my way to the store only to be met by an eager Mike.
“Bella! Mom asked me to help you with the delivery today! So, how you been? Got any plans for the weekend? Fancy seeing a movie?”
I rolled my eyes.
This day is SO gonna drag...
~xxXxx~
After spending the day dodging Mike’s advances, I was very glad to get home. I pulled my phone out of my jacket and noticed it was flashing.
A new message from Emmett! I did an inward dance of joy.
Hey, babe – hope your day is going good. Come over when you’re ready and don’t worry about dinner – I have that covered. Miss you and can’t wait to kiss you. Love Emm xXx
I freshened up and dressed in my clean jeans, blue shirt and heavy jacket. I brushed out my hair and tried my best to apply a touch of makeup.
Alice would be so proud.
I was giddy with excitement at the thought of a whole night with Emmett. There was nothing I wanted more than to see him when I first opened my eyes in the morning.
Don’t get ahead of yourself, girl – you have no idea what he has planned for tonight.
I realised I didn’t care.
Driving over to meet Emmett, I found myself pushing the Chevy to its limit and forced myself to slow down a little. The drive had never seemed so long, and by the time I turned into the Cullens’ private road I was desperate to see him.
No sooner had I turned off the engine then my door opened, strong arms reaching in to lift me out of the truck. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I inhaled his divine scent, feeling the whole dreary day fall away.
Nothing else mattered.
He was here.
I gazed into his shining, golden eyes and saw the love reflected in them. I had never felt so lucky. I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him softly, pressing myself against his hard body, totally unable to resist him. I heard his chuckle as he kissed me back, holding me tightly in his arms. I was just about to ask where we were going, when it started to rain. Within seconds the rain was sheeting down. Emmett ran for the house, stopping only to open the door and place me carefully inside. Looking up at the sky he sighed, and made a run for the garage. I looked out in the rain wondering what he was doing when he reappeared almost immediately holding a picnic basket and a rug.
“We were going out,” he said, “but I think that idea may have to be postponed. However, I think we can salvage the picnic.”
I looked at him with puzzled amusement.
“Indoor picnic? Sounds... different.”
He gave me a grin that almost stopped my heart.
“Can’t have you going hungry, can I? I had this whole evening planned and now it’s spoiled. I should have known the rain wouldn’t hold off for one solitary evening.” His face fell suddenly. “Did you want to go home? We could try again next weekend or...”
I cut him off by placing my fingers over his lips.
“Don’t even suggest that, Mr Cullen. You invited me on a date and that is exactly what we are having.”
I stepped back, looking at him properly for the first time that day. He was wearing low slung dark jeans and a white tee under an electric blue shirt. There were raindrops caught in his hair and eyelashes. He was a vision of perfection. I sucked in air, nodding in approval.
“You look... incredible, Emmett.”
The worried look left his eyes immediately. He leaned around to help me out of my jacket, and this simple act caused his fingers to run down my back, making me shudder.
What is wrong with me? This is crazy. I just want him to touch me, all the time.
Trying to steady my breathing, I shook out my hair, the rain releasing the scent of my strawberry shampoo. My heart rate jolted when his hand brushed my hair away from my neck.
“I have a present for you,” he said, producing a small gift wrapped package from the picnic basket. “This is to celebrate our first ‘official’ date.”
I took the package and carefully opened it to reveal a stunning pendant. I lifted it from its bed of velvet and held it up to the light. It was tiger’s eye and the colours playing over the stone were simply amazing.
“Emm, this is beautiful. You really shouldn’t have.” As the pendant gently spun in my hand, I realised what the colour reminded me of. “The gold matches your eyes, Emm. Whenever I wear this I’ll be thinking of you.”
His face lit up as he reached for it, indicating for me to hold up my hair. He fastened the delicate chain and followed it with a soft kiss to the underside of my throat. I gasped, my heart rate ratcheting up another notch.
“I had a night of fun and adrenalin planned for us,” he whispered in my ear. “But now I see that that wasn’t strictly necessary. Your heart already appears to be racing, Miss Swan. Would you like me to stop?”
My only response was to shake my head, groaning sounds of encouragement.
I am utterly shameless.
Suddenly he was gone, and for a second I was confused and bereft. I heard his deep chuckle behind me and something soft brushed across my neck.
“After yesterday, do you trust me?”
“You know I do.”
“Then let me try something. It will ... enhance the experience for you. Will you do it?”
I nodded, unable to see him and unwilling to turn around and reveal how badly I was shaking with want. As Emmett covered my eyes, I realised that the soft material was a scarf of some sort. Once tied into place light filtered faintly through it, but I couldn’t make out any distinct shapes or colours. He took my hand and led me through to another room where he gently pressed me back against what, at first, I thought was a wall, until he lifted and tied my hands to something wooden...
Oh! The banisters!
With my hands secured above my head, and me effectively immobilised, he resumed his leisurely circumnavigation of my neck and throat, dropping soft, open mouthed kisses all along my smooth skin. His fingers slid down to my shirt buttons and began opening them painfully slowly, almost reverentially. As he worked, my whole being became focused on each tiny patch of newly exposed skin, and the feel of his fingers brushing over it as he moved on to the next, and the next.
The sensation was maddening. The last button yielded, and my shirt parted. His cool fingers ran all the way from my throat to my navel, eliciting a groan from deep in my throat. They lingered on my stomach, pulled taut by my bearing, and my skin leapt as his thumbs traced circles over my belly. My nipples were now so painfully hard that I cried out when his hand skimmed across them. His mouth was suddenly on my breast, sucking the nub through the thin fabric, causing my whole body to jerk in response. As his teeth grazed over the tip my breathing became more ragged; my body flooded with heat and my knees threatened to buckle.
I rubbed my thighs together, but received a slap on my behind and a whisper in my ear:
“Not yet.”
He ran his hands up my pinioned forearms, causing all the hairs to stand on end. As one hand caressed down the sensitive undersides, the other swiftly unbuckled my belt and unfastened my jeans. He bent and pulled down the denim, removing my boots at the same time.
“Please Emmett; please touch me, pleasepleaseplease...” I garbled feverishly. Translation: you started this fire, now stoke it...
I now stood in only my panties, bra and open shirt, panting for breath and begging the man responsible for my condition to touch me.
His hands caressed my buttocks lovingly, slipping under the fabric to cup my bare skin. As he slid down my body my legs trembled, poised for the touch that would surely come at any moment. I felt his cool hands on my ankles, gently caressing my flesh as they moved up my calves... the backs of my knees... his fingers tracing delicate patterns on my shaking inner thighs where he then proceeded to place more open mouthed kisses.
I knew my panties were soaked through and that any moment now his nose would be pressing into my hot centre. My thighs parted in silent invitation. It was then that I completely forgot how to breathe as the tip of his tongue ran along the edges of my underwear, drawing a loud, irrepressible moan from my lips. The feather-light touch was so tantalising that I could almost reach out and touch my orgasm as it danced before my eyes. When he suddenly pulled down my panties, and almost tore them from me in his haste, my breathing quickened until the room started to spin.
I can’t take any more ... I CAN’T...
My body convulsed in shock as he took my whole sex in his mouth and sucked hard, the pressure causing my body to implode on itself as my orgasm burned through me. My body felt like it was dissolving – I was completely undone and wracked with bliss.
“Emmett, kiss me ... please ...” I gasped and, unexpectedly, he did. The kiss was hard and deep and full of want. I ran my tongue over his lower lip before sucking it into my mouth, causing him to moan loudly.
As my spasms lessened I expected him to untie me, and was somewhat surprised that, although he supported the weight of my limp body as I stood, he made no move to release me from my bonds. It was then that I heard the sound of his belt buckle, the dull popping of his fly buttons, and the metallic sound of his jeans hitting the floor. Although my body still shook, I wholeheartedly welcomed what was to come. His hands reached around and under my ass, lifting me off the floor. Holding me wide open, he slid me down his hard length without preamble. I wrapped my legs around him, completely filled; the sheer size of him igniting the aftershocks of my recent orgasm, as my body trembled around his cock.
Not being able to see his beauty was driving me even more insane than the things he was doing to my body.
“Take off the blindfold, Emm ... I have to see you, I need to see you...” I groaned hard as he withdrew, before ramming back in, knocking the breath out of me.
He growled soft and low. Supporting my weight against the banister with one hand, he pulled off my makeshift blindfold, allowing me to see his beautiful eyes with their lustful black depths. He continued to move inside me as I stared deep into them, starting to move in a harder, punishing rhythm. I could already feel my body responding again, eager for more.
With a deep and searing kiss he reached up and untied my hands, my shirt disappearing, along with my bra. Carrying my now naked body over to Esme’s table, he lay me down; never leaving the wet confines of my body, he wrapped my legs around his neck, stroking them with the backs of his fingers as he did so.
Oh my god! So deep - I can feel him everywhere...
As he started to thrust again, the sensations were different, the angle of his penetration so deep, producing intense feelings of fullness and pressure. He lightly scratched at my inner thighs as he slowed his movements... almost stopping completely before suddenly slamming back into me. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his – the connection was so strong it was almost a physical presence. He built up the pace once again and started to pound into me. I felt the serpent in my stomach coil as he repeatedly hit my pleasure spot and, moaning loudly, I felt the heat start to burn once again.
“Come with me, Bella,” he begged, “I’m so close – come with me, babe...”
My pleasure hit crisis point once again and I screamed - my back arching off of the table as it washed over me. Emmett pounded into me once more, roaring as his orgasm peaked. I felt his release as he stilled his movements, lost in the moment. He placed butterfly kisses on my inner thighs as we waited for our bodies to calm. I sat up with his help, lowering my legs and reaching up to him. Our lips met in a sweet and tender kiss, our tongues lightly touching in a perfect moment of unity.
He carried me to the couch, laying me down on the soft cushions. Disappearing for a moment, he returned with a soft fluffy blanket which he proceeded to wrap around me, tenderly kissing my forehead, my eyes and finally my lips as he did so.
He rubbed his nose on mine for a moment, gazing into my eyes. He looked every bit as happy as I felt.
His expression abruptly changed to one of worry. I touched his face in concern.
“Emm, what is it?”
He looked at me for a long moment before speaking.
“I gouged deep ruts into the underside of the table. Esme’s gonna KILL me...”
