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Drift 4
Drift 4
I pull her ass towards the edge of the bed and flip her to her back. I open her legs, position myself and
take a long, leisurely lick of her pussy. She stirs, I lick again. She starts to wake with a moan..
"Edward?" She blinks at me sleepily.
"Shhh.."
"Edward, wait, ahhhhh..."
She jerks, her ass lifting off the bed as she flings back her arms to grab at the sheets as I give her clit a
long, hard suck.
She's practically still asleep, and disoriented, when I push two fingers inside her. She cries out an
ahhhh, her legs falling to the sides. I hold her hips down, as my refasten my mouth on her clit, sucking,
licking, laving her pussy with saliva as I stab her cunt with my fingers. Fast, then faster, until her pretty
pussy's dripping and swollen into pretty pink.
Her back arches as her pussy contracts, thrusting her breasts up. I grab one and squeeze as she grabs at
my hair and pull hard. I put my mouth where my fingers had been and grab both her tits, holding her
down in the process. I suck, stab her hole with my tongue, my hands squeezing her tits hard, licking her
furiously as she writhes and moans under me. She's barely awake when she starts to come, screaming
little screams, her legs falling and lifting as she strains against my hold. She bucks and squirms, but I
carry on sucking and licking through her ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhhhhhhhh, not stopping until she comes
again.
I smile as her legs slackens against my head, and start kissing my way from her pussy to the inside of
her thighs, to her knee, her ankle. She squeals in protest and pulls away as I try to suck on her dainty
little toes. Sometimes it turns her on like a firecracker, sometimes she finds it disgusting. Other times,
she can't make up her mind. I grab her other ankle and pull her ass back to the edge of the bed..
She looks up at me from our messed-up sheets, trying to catch her breath, more awake now than asleep.
Then she smiles a sleepy smile, and it takes everything in me not to plow back into her hard, over and
over, until she's gasping and breathless and can't decide if she wants me to stop or carry on.
She looks me over, laughs softly. "Board meeting?"
I realize I still have my suit ona tailored Saviletie, jacket, shoes and all.
I prop both her legs against my chest, her ass against my hard but still-clothed dick, as I make a show
of taking off my jacket and tie. She's wriggling a foot against me, her toes playing with my shirt
buttons. I take hold of her wriggling foot and kiss her ankle, as her toes seem to be a no-go at this point,
going down to lick her knees, trailing my tongue to the junction of her thighs to drop a light kiss and a
quick lick on her pussy.
She sighs and pulls me down so I can kiss her properly. A full body kisstongue on tongue, open mouth
on mouth. She wraps her legs around me, her arms holding the back of my neck. I put mine loosely
around hers.
She moans as I grab a breast and squeeze, pressing her against me. I slide my hand to grasp her nipple,
pebbling, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger as I play with her tongue inside my mouth. She
whimpers, then captures my tongue with hers and sucks on it. She rolls her tongue around mine,
sucking and licking, just as she would if she was giving me head. Fuck. I whimper. Fuck.
She hears me, and rolls me to my back.
"Your suit's ruined," she says as she straddles me. I pull her down. Fuck my suit, I want a kiss. I want
kisses. I want deep and wet kisses with tongue that I can feel down to my balls. I want her mouth on
mine as she rips through my shirt buttons and I work on my belt and zip so that I can yank my cock out
and she can sit on it and hump me with her pink pussy lips.
"Like that, like that." I squeeze her ass, guiding her movements as she rubs my penis between her legs.
I want slow, then fast, yeah. "Like that, baby."
I press her down on me, my hands on her ass, as I grind my crotch against her. Fuck, yeah. She moans
in agreement.
"Suck me," I say. "Suck me, please."
She looks down to where my cock is jutting out between her thighs, red and leaking with precum. She
scoots back and promptly takes me into her mouth. I smooth her hair to the back of her neck, holding it
away from her face so I can watch her. She takes me in, inch by inch, her fingers wrapped around the
base. She goes as far as she can, almost halfway, before the tip touches the back of her throat. She starts
to suck, drumming her fingers against the lower half of my shaft. I watch her tits sway and her ass
wriggle as she bobs her head up and down my cock. She pops me out, and licks me from the base to the
tip, before popping me in again while squeezing my balls. I jerk in her hands, sliding myself deeper
into her throat.
Fuck, yeah.
She rears up suddenly, and I whimper.
She laughs as she yanks away the bottom half of my thousand dollar suit and throws it behind her. I'd
kicked off my shoes at some point.
"Up," she says, and scoots away and falls kneeling beside the bed.
I stand and loom over her as she sits on her heels between my legs, licking the tip of my cock.
"You sure?" I ask her as she starts to take me into her mouth again. I'd told her before that she doesn't
need to suck my cock all the way as she already blows my mind. But she wants to, and I've long
decided that whatever Bella wants, she gets.
She laughs again because, yeah, like I'm not about to come in my socks just thinking about it.
I slide my cock halfway into her mouth without friction. I feel her relax and I slip in a little more,
waiting, bracing for that slight pressure from her hands against my thighs that would signal that she's
had enough. She doesn't make a move so I shift and slip in some more, groaning, until I'm buried
completely in her mouth. Slowly, as slowly as I'd pushed in, I pull out, and feel her lips, her teeth,
scrape against every ridge and crook of my cock.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck."
I feel her smile, and hum in appreciation, as she halts my progress with her hands and sucks me in
again. All the way. Half way. All the way again, and again. My hands tangle on her hair as I try to
control myself not to thrust into her mouth roughly. I hiss, groan my encouragement. Fuck, yeah, fuck,
fuck, baby, more, more, more, that's it, yeah, like that, just like that. She smiles and laughs at me as she
sucks, licks, pops me in and out, cups and squeezes until I'm on the verge of collapsing. Or pulling her
up and screwing her into the mattress instead.
I cum. Of course I do. Spectacularly. I cannot not cum in the hands and mouth of the best cocksucker in
the world. I fall on the bed before she can finish me off, my hands on my cock as I spew a bucketful of
load on myself and on the sheets.
She crawls beside me on the bed and kisses me, giving me tongue, as I jack myself off to semi-erection.
She laughs at the mess I made after I'm done. Then she bends and starts licking cum off my semi-erect
cock. She raises an eyebrow at me in challenge as she cleans my dick with her mouth.
I pull her up and flip her to her side, hoist her leg against my hip and ram myself into her from behind.
My cock stiffens as her pussy contracts in surprise.
I turn her head towards me to kiss her, keeping her leg hoisted up with an arm. I pound into her at once,
hard and fast, feeding the orgasm already building in my gut.
"C'mon," I urge her, as my cock swells bigger inside her, stretching her pussy walls. "C'mon, c'mon,
c'mon." I shift position, thrusting deeply and hitting something right as she opens her mouth in a silent
scream.
"Like that, huh?" I growl against her mouth as she starts to writhe and cry out, ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhh, as
I hit her spot again.
"C'mon." I hoist her leg higher and put my hand on her pussy to help her along. "C'mon, baby, c'mon."
I thrust into her faster and faster, fingering her clit with one hand, squeezing her tits with another.
She screams as she breaks and I roll her on her back and pull myself to my knees, holding her legs
against my chest and bending down, thrusting deeply, deep into her pussy. My hands are on her
shoulders, holding her down as I pound into her in furious and fast strokes, hitting her G-spot again and
again. She strains against my hold, writhe against the pillows as she opens her mouth to scream and
beg...please, oh, please, oh, God, ahhhh, ahhh, ahhhh. Her pussy clench and unclench around my cock
as she thrashes under me. I feel my balls start to explode, and then it's coming, yeah, ah...
ah...ah...ah...yeah, baby, I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Fuck.
Fuck.
I drop to her side, taking her with me, my cock still throbbing inside her. We're both breathing hard,
almost gasping, but I tilt her head to kiss her anyway. .
"Okay?"
"Water," she rasps and I laugh, because I love it when I can make her scream in pleasure. I give her a
kiss and a lazy thrust before sliding out. Water, dinner, then the talk about the mysterious death of a
certain gangster. No point in keeping it from her. She'd probably worked out most of the details,
anyway.
She's sprawled on the bed when I get back, breathing evenly. Her hair is a spread out all over the
pillows in a nice tangled mess, her body slick with a thin sheen of sweat that makes me want to lick her
all over.
"Hey."
She rouses herself and I prop her against me so she can take the glass of water I got her. Her hand
brushes my crotch unintentionally and my dick stands in attention. She eyes my cock as she drinks up.
Maybe dinner can wait.
"I made dinner," she says.
Maybe not.
I put on boxers reluctantly, she puts on my ruined shirt.
"So," she says when we finish eating, having drifted from one innocuous topic to another over dinner,
"talk."
"I get you," I tell her and fight the urge to fidget. I feel unusually nervous, but then I have never been
this serious in my life.
She stares at me for a long time, before picking up the pen and bending down to sign. I hold my breath,
listening to the pen scratch paper as she signs the rest of her life to me.
She stands up after she's done with the last page and goes to the fridge, takes out something from the
freezer.
"We should do this right," she says and puts a small, black box in front of me. Velvet. I look up at her in
surprise.
She shrugs. "You really didn't think I wouldn't notice your name popping up in the clerk registry for a
marriage application, did you? Especially if that application was processed with both parties absent and
issued within an hour. Harmless, yes, but still highly irregular. It's like beating a red light. You think
you can get away with it, and sometimes you can, but not always."
I've always known she kept tabs on me. I didn't know just how closely.
I swallow to clear my throat. "I was hoping you'd pay a little attention."
"And ruin the surprise?" she says with a soft snicker.
I open the box. There's a titanium ring inside it. Black. Plain. So light, it's practically weightless. I turn
it over with my fingers. There's a date is inscribed inside, and nothing else. I suck in a breath when I
recognize it. It's the day we met on the train.
I put the ring on my palm and study it with reverence.
"What do you think we should tell our grandchildren?" I muse out loud, remembering every second of
that day. Nobody but us knows about the encounter. Everybody thinks I took one look at her in Forks
and decided to corrupt her.
She gives me a smile. "Let's just tell them we met on a train..."
"...fell in love and ran away." I finish for her. "At least for a day." Love at first sight, drowned in an
uncontrollable urge to rut so powerful that I almost didn't recognize it.
"Works for me," she says with a laugh.
I put the ring on. It's cold against my skin. She did hide it in the freezer, of all places. I flex my hand
and stare at the ring glinting against my finger. It fits, perfectly.
"It's the truth," I say.
I look at her, the girl of my dreams and fantasies, my future wife. She's sitting back on her chair, arms
across her chest, head slightly tilted to one side. She looks calm, content...happy. She's waiting for me
to say something but for once, I'm tongue-tied. Overwhelmed. So I just sit, and stare at her across our
kitchen table, a piece of furniture that has seen regular action other than eating.
"We should celebrate," she says suddenly, standing up to open the fridge and pulling out a bottle of
champagne. "I bought this at the airport."
Dinner, ring, champagne. I've never felt so thoroughly outmaneuvered.
"I've a better idea."
She squeals as I pick her up, grabbing the champagne from her. She wraps her arms and legs around me
as I kiss her and we stumble around, groping for the nearest available surface. Her ass ends up against
the kitchen bar. It's a place as good as any for starters.
It's going to be a long, long night for her. Good thing she's already rested.
XOXO