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give her a chance for anything other than himself, his touch and his kiss. He slammed her bedroom door as well, then carried her over to the bed, placing her beside it and then pulling her against him as he kissed her once again.
This time, he didn’t stop at her waist when he touched her. His hands deftly found the zipper on the side of her dress and lowered it, looking into her eyes the whole time as if he were waiting for her to tell him to stop. But she couldn’t say a word. Of all the times he’d touched her in the past few days, there had been some crazy feeling that swamped her, made her cry out and she wanted him so painfully despite how different they were. Those issues didn’t rise up to her consciousness. All that she knew was that Edward was touching her, kissing her and making her mind more than a little crazy.
When her dress fell to the floor, she stood before him in just her underwear and her gold, strappy sandals. Initially, she was embarrassed but as she looked up at him, the heat in his eyes changed her feelings to pride. He wanted to look at her, his eyes were touching her and the feeling was almost physical.
And then his hands were on her, his fingers sliding up her stomach, along her ribs and his palms cupped her breasts. She gasped when his thumb gently rubbed over her already hardened nipple and she swayed, her hand reaching out to hold onto the bed post. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, her eyes closed and her mouth open slightly in amazement that one’s body could feel so incredible.
“No chance of that,” he growled and lifted her into his arms, placing her in the middle of the bed and his hands slid down her sides, touching her everywhere along the way. She wiggled as he smoothed down her stomach and gasped as his fingers left a trail of fire along her legs.
Edward couldn’t believe how incredibly sexy Jessica looked right at this moment. She was perfect, her long, slender legs, her tiny waist and those breasts that a man could happily die for a taste. He didn’t hesitate a moment longer, leaning down and taking the nipple in his mouth, sucking, biting, loving the hard nub. He didn’t relent until she was groaning and her fingers actually knotted in his hair. But he stopped only long enough to move to the other breast, giving it equal attention.
She was rocking her hips slightly, her legs moving along his sides and he quickly realized that this whole process would be much more enjoyable if he didn’t have this dinner suit on.
He lifted himself up and tore his clothes off, adding them to the colorful rainbow that was already scattered about the room although his landed on the floor while at least her dresses were on the chair and the other furniture.
As he looked down at this amazing beauty, his hand slid up her leg starting at the arch of her foot, across her calf, higher and higher until he reached his goal. “Open for me, Jessica,” he commanded with his deep voice, made huskier with the lust surging through him. “I need to touch you everywhere.”
Jessica didn’t think about his command, she reacted to it. Her legs opened slightly, almost embarrassed by what he was asking of her but she’d read enough to know how this works and she was so turned on by the way he was looking at her and the way he touched her that she soon became more confident. She gave him the access, then arched her back, closing her eyes as his fingers slid inside her body. When his thumb rubbed against that nubbin, she gasped and her hands fisted on the thick comforter below her.
As his fingers worked their magic, Jessica’s mouth dropped open again. She tried to make a sound, but she wasn’t sure if anything came out. Her body was in control and everything seemed to be spinning, every particle focused on his fingers and the movement, the friction as he slid them in and out and her legs widened to give him better access. As soon as she tilted her hips, pressing against that magic thumb of his, her body exploded shooting sparks of fire and electricity to every cell in her body. The throbbing went on and on, nothing in focus, just pure bliss.
When the wave slowed