Tuesday, August 9, 2016

The One That Got Away Teaser

“I want this. I want this with you,” she whispered. He leaned forward, kissing her lips tenderly. She sighed against his mouth and twined her fingers into his hair. “I love you.”

“I adore you, my Bella,” he murmured. “Shall we?” She gulped and nodded. Helping her out of the car, they rode up the elevator. Unlocking the door, Edward helped her remove her jacket and stood in front of her. “Look at me, Isabella.” She did. “I want you to go to your bedroom, remove all of your clothes and sit on the bed on your knees, hands behind your back. Close your eyes and focus on your breathing. I will join you shortly. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she added, her panties flooded.

“I like the sir,” he smirked. “Keep it.”

“Yes, sir,” she smiled, sauntering away to her bedroom. Edward took a breath and centered his own thoughts. Tonight was going to be a lot of fun.

Bella took care and removed all of her clothing save for her necklace. She didn’t want to remove that since it had been a gift from Edward. She could Edward puttering in the living room and his quiet voice filtering through the bedroom door. She had lit some candles and dimmed the lights, giving her bedroom a more romantic feel. She climbed up on the bed, closed her eyes and took a few calming breaths. Grasping her wrists behind her back, her breasts arched out and she was on display for him.

In the living room, Edward removed his sweater and was pacing in his dress pants. He was thinking of what he was going to do with Bella and he had an idea, but he wanted to plan it in his mind. Stopping his frenetic pacing, he grabbed what he needed: a bowl of ice cubes, a silky scarf he’d found in the closet and a peacock feather that Bella had in a floral arrangement. He would focus his attention on touch, feel and sensations. With a deep breath, he strode into Bella’s bedroom and was shocked at how beautiful she looked, sitting on the bed, wearing nothing but his necklace. It shimmered between her collarbones and he thought only one thing. Mine.

“Isabella, look at me,” he said. She blinked up at him and stared unabashedly at his lithe form. His muscles rippled underneath his pale flesh as he moved gracefully to her. “You are so gorgeous.” His hand gently moved down her cheek and along her neck, his finger brushing her pendant. He smiled softly, sweeping his evergreen eyes over her naked form. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds. The most gorgeous flush covered her cheeks and traveled down her body. He could smell her arousal, even through the heady fragrance of the lavender vanilla candles she had lit up around the room. His eyes moved down her body and between her legs, he could evidence of her wetness. It coated her thighs. “Do you trust me, Isabella?” She didn’t respond, unsure if she was to answer. He hadn’t told her to answer.  “You may speak. I want to hear your voice tonight.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied. “I trust you.”

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