Keep Coming Back For More (Chapter 13)
A night to remember
Edward
“Would you like a cup of coffee?” I deliberately slurred the words a little.
Bella threw me a mildly surprised glance, which I figured was supposed to mean that she didn’t want to spend time with me and I should be able to see that. The thing was, I did guess that, but at that point I was beginning to need her company and I was going to take anything. Even just a few moments spent talking over a cup of coffee. I knew that if it sobered her up, she would probably be out of my apartment at the speed of light. My memory recalled the taste of her skin and the way her lips felt on mine; I shivered at the thought if never being able to taste that again. Then she nodded and my heart rate increased enough for me to stop and make sure I could breathe easily.
She admitted earlier that she saw me playing in the café before this night and I was shocked that I hadn’t noticed her. Just before we left, I talked to Leah for a moment and she confirmed it to me, making me a little annoyed that I wasn’t told about Bella’s presence then. That meant that she’d heard my songs, including my own compositions, which I kept out of the play list once I found out about the whole gang being there. I wondered if she noticed. Once we walked to my door and inside, Bella sat down at the kitchen table, waiting for me to make the coffee. We kept quiet while I was busying myself with the coffee machine and I waited for her to bolt out of the door.
“Your playlist changed tonight,” she answered my unspoken question.
“Yeah,” I stared at the countertop, “Tonight’s audience was different.”
“You mean Emmett’s lack of appreciation for classical music?” she laughed.
“Something like that, yes,” I grinned, but I knew the smile didn’t reach my eyes.
The truth was that I didn’t want Alice to recognize any of the pieces and question me on them later. She of course knew those that I wrote back in high school, but she would have recognized my style too easily. And she would read way too much into some of the pieces, including things that were unconnected. I tore myself out of my reverie and motioned for Bella to walk over to the sofa in the living room.
She followed me slowly and I felt her eyes piercing through me, even though I couldn’t see her. Once I sat down, I pointed to the place next to me and set the coffee cups on the small table next to me. Bella turned to sit down and stumbled over the edge of the rug at the sofa. She tried to regain her balance but failed and fell straight onto my lap. I wrapped my arms around her and before she could get up, I moved towards her and my lips crashed into hers hungrily. To my surprise, she didn’t pull away and I felt her returning the kiss just as fervently. My hands slid onto her waist and I felt the soft skin just above her jeans. I was fairly sure that her clothes had been chosen by Alice, knowing that Bella’s style usually covered her curves a lot more. In my mind, I sent a thank you to the little pixie and allowed my hands to wander further up, sliding under Bella’s top.
We kissed for a while and I felt Bella’s hands run through my hair, tugging on it gently as she shifted her weight to be more comfortable. She settled on my lap and instead of the reaction I expected, she poked her tongue out and let it run over my lips, making me groan quietly. Again, instead of making her pull away, it only seemed to encourage her to be braver and her fingers moved down to my neck, tracing the muscles there. The tips of her fingers were cool and the difference in temperature sent shivers through my body, ending down in my groin. I felt myself get harder and wondered briefly if she’d notice and if that would be the reason for her to move away.
Bella let her hips grind into me gently, causing another groan to escape my lips into her mouth and I gripped her waist firmly, trying to stop my hips from moving against her. I needed her closer and I wanted to rip the clothes off her, but I was sure she wouldn’t like them getting torn, so instead, I moved her so her legs were now around my waist. Her hips moved down onto me again and the friction against my groin was driving me crazy, so I wrapped one of my hands around her waist and pushed myself off the sofa with the other one. With her legs around me and her lips still on mine, we made our way into my bedroom and I gently laid her down on the bed, freeing my hands.
Her skin was covered in goose bumps everywhere I stroke my fingers, marveling at the sensation of her softness under my fingertips. I calmed myself down enough to gently undo the buttons of her blouse, revealing that she had no bra under the flimsy garment. Her nipples were begging me for attention, so I ran my thumb over one of them, causing Bella to arch into my hand and close her eyes. I brought my lips down to her chest and slid my tongue over the little nubs, watching her reaction. Before long, my hand snaked down to her jeans and they slid off easily, leaving her in nothing but a tiny G-String that matched her top.
Bella’s hands busied themselves with the buttons on my shirt and she practically threw it off while I still caressed her breasts and stomach. She pulled me down on top of her and the feeling of our naked skin rubbing together almost made me lose control. I helped her get my jeans off and without me noticing, she managed to remove my boxers at the same time. My member rubbed against her still covered core and she pushed her hips into mine. I felt her arm move towards the night stand and reach for the drawer, so I helped her open it. But instead of allowing me to put the condom on, she pushed me off her and motioned for me to roll over on my back.
I was at her mercy now as I felt her lips make a trail of kisses down my chest and towards my erection. My eyelids closed and I tried to stop myself from arching my hips into her face too hard. I felt my member being enveloped by the warmth of her mouth and I groaned loudly, barely able to control myself as she sucked on me. But just before I lost control completely, she felt me tense up and her lips moved away, her hands replacing them as she pulled the condom on. The next thing I felt was her sliding up my body and she kissed me, letting me taste myself on her mouth. As my hands met her hips, I noticed that her panties were missing, making me realize that she took them off at some point that I wasn’t aware of.
Without a warning, she lowered herself down onto me quicker than I expected and my hips reacted by grinding into her. She stayed still for a moment, and then started moving up and down, squeezing my erection with her core. I grabbed onto her waist and pulled her down to me so I could kiss her again. Her moans vibrated into my mouth and I could feel her getting closer to ecstasy. Though I wanted to last a little bit longer than her, my self-control was so thin that all it took was one more squeeze of her muscles and I groaned one more time as I spilled into her. Knowing she hadn’t come yet, I kissed her again, pushing deeper into her before my member went soft again. A few more strokes later Bella lifted herself up off my chest and her back arched, allowing me access to her clit. My fingers moved to stroke it and she held on to the sheets as I watched her moan loudly as she tightened around me and reached her orgasm.
She collapsed on top of me and I wrapped my arms around her, letting her head rest on my chest. A while later I felt her breath even out and smiled at her sleeping frame. She slid off me so I got rid of the condom and snuggled back into the bed, wrapping my arm around her before I drifted off to sleep, too.
I didn’t know how long we were asleep before soft mumbles ripped me out of the dreams in which I relived the evening. Bella was walking around the room erratically, but quietly, whispering to herself. I didn’t open my eyes properly, wondering if I should let her know I was awake, but deciding against it in the end. She grabbed her clothes and threw them on, her cheeks flaring up with a blush that I could see even in the dim light of the night lamp. It must have been still dark outside, because the blinds were up but there was no light coming inside.
“Stupid, stupid Bella,” I heard her whisper to herself, still unable to make out any of the other words.
She walked out of the room quickly and I finally opened my eyes, sighing resignedly. This was the moment I dreaded, the moment she’d walk out of my apartment and at the same time out of my life. I wanted to run after her, but I was frozen in my bed, incapable of coherent thoughts, let alone of words coming out of my mouth. I heard her fumbling around the kitchen and then her steps came a little closer again, so as the coward that I was, I closed my eyes again and turned to my side so she would think I was asleep.
She pulled the blanket over my shoulder and I heard the quiet sound of something being put on the night stand. I wanted to open my eyes and look at her one more time, because I guessed that I wouldn’t get to see Bella for a while, but I chickened out. So I listened to her steps as she walked out of the room and closed the door behind her and waited for a while before my hand found the remote control for my stereo. The soft music filled the room and I kept my eyes closed, trying to drift back to sleep.
An hour later, I was still awake, tossing and turning in my bed and unable to find the same comfort I felt when Bella was next to me.
“Idiot,” I grumbled at myself, “such an idiot.”
Grudgingly, I dragged myself from underneath the covers and decided to go find someone to help me figure out what was going on. I threw some clothes on and splashed a little bit of water into my face, trying to look half decent, but not willing to wash off Bella’s scent off my skin. When I walked back into my room, I found a glass of water and painkillers on the night stand. Bella must have left them there; I realized and grabbed my cell to dial a well-known number.
“I need to talk,” I breathed out into the phone.