Edward and Bella's Night

I've never talked like that in my life. But Bella wanted it, and I wasn't going to deny her. I'll give her everything she desires. Besides, it's a good opportunity for me to do everything I want with her.

I laughed at how flustered she got after I said we weren't finished yet. And we really weren't. Sitting up, I leaned against the headboard, and Bella turned to look at me, embarrassed.

 — I thought you said we weren't finished, — she said, confused by my change of position.

I smiled:

 — Well, then you'll have to climb on top of me and do something about it, — I said,

still breathing a little heavily.

She got up and, on all fours, crawled towards me with a sexy smile on her lips.

 — What do we have here? — she smiled and, straddling me, hovered over my erect cock.

Leaning down, I licked her lips, then playfully bit her lower one, making her moan sweetly.

 — You're going to ride me so hard you'll feel like you're being torn apart, — I told her. It wasn't a request; it was an order.

She literally fell onto me, allowing me to penetrate her depths completely. I felt my head fall back and my eyes close as she began rocking back and forth on me.

After a while, I managed to open my eyes to enjoy the incredible erotic scene playing out right in front of me.

Bella was moving up and down now, her head slightly thrown back, eyes closed, and her breasts bouncing in rhythm with her movements. In her passion, she was simply dazzling. I couldn't stop looking at her as she bit her plump red lip like that.

Reaching out my hands, I began massaging her breasts, and she moaned my name. God, how I loved it when my name was torn from her lips in a moan. Knowing I could awaken that untamed, wild essence in her was arousing in itself.

While my left hand continued to caress her breast, my right slid down her body until I found her clit. I started rubbing it, and Bella moved on me even faster until I felt her tight walls clench around me and she came again.

Exhausted, she rolled off me, and I decided to let her rest a little... for now.

Her breathing was uneven, and I loved watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. Not that I was in much better shape myself.

BPОV

I guess he decided to let me rest a little, and I was grateful for that. I wish I could make love to him non-stop without getting tired, but unfortunately, our bodies aren't built for that.

I rolled over and laid my head on his sweaty chest, which moved with the rhythm of his breathing. Kissing the spot near his nipple, I laid my head back on his chest.

 — I... that... mmm, — that was the most coherent sentence I was capable of at the moment.

He gave a tired chuckle.

 — That's a serious understatement.

I just nodded. Maybe someday, I won't want him so much.

 — Maybe one day I won't want you so much, — I laughed.

 — What do you mean? — he asked, puzzled.

 — I mean I wish I didn't get tired so quickly. I already miss the feeling of us being joined together. It's incredible, — I kissed his chest again and, sticking out my tongue, licked his skin salty with sweat.

 — Mmm... if you want to rest, you better not do that, — he warned me, and I smiled.

He pulled the thin sheet over us, and I turned to face him. Edward reacted to my movement immediately and rolled over to lie facing me.

 — Edward, do you have a fantasy? — I asked curiously. I wanted to know what he wanted.

 — You, — he simply replied.

I rolled my eyes.

 — Oh, come on. You must have some dark fantasy you don't want to share with me.

 — What's yours? — he asked instead of answering.

I thought for a minute.

 — My fantasy is to fulfill your fantasies, — I answered honestly, and this time he rolled his eyes. — Okay, but if I tell you mine, you have to tell me one of yours, — I bargained.

 — Deal.

 — In a fitting room. I want you to press me against the wall in a small room and slowly undress me, so that I beg for your touch. So that I beg you to take me. Near the door, opposite the mirror. So there's a risk of being heard and caught in the act.

For a moment, he looked at me in shock.

 — You want us to get caught? — he asked, smiling.

 — No, — I laughed at his expression. — But I want to feel what it's like to be at risk of getting caught at any moment.

 — You should have told me earlier. None of those stores downstairs would have been safe for children, — he laughed, and I blushed. — I'm serious, I fully intend to make that fantasy of yours come true.

My cheeks burned even hotter from the shameful thoughts that sprouted in my head.

 — Okay, now tell me about yours, — I said, trying to steer the conversation away from me.

 — One of mine, you mean.

 — How many do you have?

 — With you in the starring role... countless, — he smiled, and I blushed again. Damn reaction.

 — Well, one of them... After an evening out in the city, I walk you to the Volvo to drive you home. Maybe after a night at the club, like yesterday. Mmm... I wouldn't mind a repeat of that. You'd be wearing something made of minimal fabric. Something that accentuates your delicious body, — he said, running his fingers along my side, and where he touched me, my skin began to tingle.

 — When I start driving, you'll innocently place your hand on my knee and give it a gentle squeeze. I won't think anything of it, just smile at you and keep watching the road, — he took my hand and placed it on his knee. My heart started beating wildly.

 — Your hand will slide higher up my thigh, — he said in a silky voice and moved my hand along his thigh.

 — Maybe you'll shift your hand a little to the side, — he said with a smile and moved my hand to his crotch, then licked his lips. Breathe, Bella.

 — By this point, I won't be able to resist you anymore and will pull the car over on the side of a deserted road. Killing the engine, I'll look at you. There's a seductive smile playing on your lips, causing an ache in my groin and making my cock throb in anticipation of your touch... the heat of your hot mouth... the slide of your tongue.

A shiver ran through my body as I realized he was talking dirty to me... again. This is the best night of my life. I could already feel my juices starting to trickle down my thighs, and my heart beat faster.

 — You'll crawl over to me and straddle me in the driver's seat of the Volvo. Your short dress rides up as you spread your legs. Now I can clearly see the scrap of fabric hiding from me what I want most. And I notice a wet spot on them that tells me just the thought of our position is turning you on.

Damn, just the thought of it was turning me on, even though I wasn't in that position now.

 — I'll reach for you and tear those panties right off your body, exposing your dripping pussy to my view.

I could feel that Edward beside me was just as aroused, and I heard his breathing was no longer as even as before.

 — You'll press firmly against my cock, hiding that view from me but creating the friction I need. You move back and forth, making sweet moans as my hard cock rubs against your clit. For a few minutes, you rock on me, and then you come. And I haven't even entered you yet. I push you back a little and see the wet spot you left on my pants. I didn't even have to get undressed to do this to you.

There was a wild look in his eyes, and they were hazy. I was just as aroused by his words as he was. Damn, this is better than a boring fitting room.

 — Your hands slip under my shirt, feeling every muscle, and I, unable to bear it any longer, suggest moving to the back seat, and you agree. I sit back, and my legs take up the entire back seat. You have no choice but to sit on me. Which you do.

 — I pull off my shirt, exposing my chest to your gaze, but that's not enough for you, and you ask me to take off my pants. And I obey the request of my sexy siren, — he said, winking at me.

 — You lean forward and begin exploring every muscle on my torso with your warm, soft tongue. You suck on every indentation of my body until I'm gasping with pleasure.

A soft moan escaped my lips just at the thought of it. I'll never look at the Volvo the same way again.

 — You lean even lower, kiss the still fabric-covered throbbing bulge, then run your tongue over it, — he closed his eyes and bit his lower lip as if I were really doing all this to him. Opening his eyelids, he looked at me.

 — You slowly pull your dress off over your head, slowly revealing your soft skin. Your wet pussy, flat stomach, perfect breasts with taut nipples waiting for my touch, — as he said this, his hands gently passed over my breasts, and my nipples immediately hardened, and my eyes closed for a split second as I tried to calm down.

I opened one eye, and then he continued.

 — I won't be able to hold back and will start sucking them, massaging them, rubbing them. They're just begging for touch.

And he began doing exactly what he had just described. His hands worked wonders, and I moaned, arching my back towards his touch, but soon he removed his hands.

Looking at him, I saw he was smiling.

 — That's exactly how you'll react. After the torture I put you through, you'll suddenly slip two fingers under the waistband of my boxers and pull them down. Now my cock is standing, uncovered by fabric.

 — Lowering your head, you'll lick off what's already beaded on its tip. Then you'll look up at me and, without breaking eye contact, run your tongue from the very base to the tip and finally kiss the head, — he bit his lip again before continuing. — You'll take it all in your mouth and, still looking into my eyes, start moving your head up and down, making 'mmmm' sounds. With one hand, you'll stroke what didn't fit in your mouth, and with the other, you'll massage my balls.

 — I'm already ready to come, but you pull away from me. Unable to bear it any longer, I flip us over so that now you're lying across the seat, and I'm hovering over you. Covering your mouth with my hand so you can't scream, I thrust my hungry cock into your soaked, aching pussy.

 — And then only your muffled moans will be heard as I pound into you. And even after I come, I won't stop moving in you harder and harder, rubbing your clit. And you'll writhe beneath me, trying to scream loudly in ecstasy.

 — I'll remove my hand and tell you between thrusts, 'now scream, baby. Scream as loud as you can.

So the whole world knows who's fucking you so hard and for whom you're screaming so loudly. Only for me.

 — And you'll do exactly that. You'll scream my name, thrusting your hips up to meet my thrusts. You'll press your hands against the glass to find some support, but they'll keep slipping, and your screams will get louder and louder. I'll kiss you with all the passion boiling in my body, and the rhythm of my movements will speed up. You'll suck on my tongue until we're both gasping for air.

 — Oh god, Edward, — I moaned, unable to take it anymore.

 — Should I stop? — he asked timidly.

 — No. I just... wow.

He smiled.

 — Well, maybe I'll add the detail that we get caught. For you, — he winked.

 — Whatever you want. Just, please, continue. Don't stop.

 — Our car is shaking, the windows are fogged up, and I keep fucking you senseless. Suddenly, a faint light shines through the fogged windows, and we notice it's a police officer. He's looking at us disapprovingly, but by this time, I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. But then your walls clench around me, and I lose control. Just like you.

 — You scream my name and come, just like I do a moment later. I collapse onto your heaving chest, kissing it, but then we hear loud knocking on the window. I roll down the window, not caring what this cop might see or do.

 — He looks at our naked, sweaty bodies, and you blush your adorable blush and hide your face in the hollow of my neck.

 — I'll get sassy and ask how I can help him. He'll tell us to get dressed and get out of the car, but I'll respond by asking him if we can have one more round before we leave. He'll get pissed and walk away.

 — And will we have another round? — I asked, breathing heavily.

 — Not until we're in a jail cell, but that's another fantasy, — he laughed and kissed the top