Baser Urges

Looking into his eyes, I see raw desire staring back at me. I writhe underneath him at the sheer emotion reflecting back at me. Edward? Emotion? Before I can wrap my mind around the thought I rear off the bed as he slams into me hard. I draw my breath sharply at the feel of him imbedded deep inside, I whimper as he slowly pulls out until the tip of  him is lightly rubbing against my opening.

“Don’t tease Edward.”

Chuckling deep in his throat he flicks my clit before plunging deeper inside than before. It makes me gasp and wrap my legs around him. Pulling me to him he takes my mouth and goes perfectly still. I feel him throbbing inside of me as his tongue duels with mine. 

Reflexively, my hips arch into his and he runs his hands down my body to hold me in place. ‘Oh God! Is he trying to kill me?’ Pulling back from the kiss I nibble kisses along his jaw line to trace his ear with my tongue. Biting his earlobe hard I revel in his gasp of surprised pleasure.

“I told you not to tease me!”

Edward looks deep into her eyes and grins.

“Beg.”

It’s all I can do not to gape at him as that one word permeates my sex-fogged brain. ‘I know he’s not serious.’

“What?”

“You heard me. Beg.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You can’t be serious.”

Edward bites my neck and then licks it to soothe.

“I want to hear you beg for me. Only me.”

The vehemence in his tone shocks me. He rotates his hips against mine and I can’t help myself.

“Oh God! Please! I need you Edward, please!”

With that he lets go of my hips and thrusts. I wrap my arms around him and, tightening my grip, I roll him underneath me. Frantically I start to ride him, and, with his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, he helps to steady me and allows me to set the pace. I lose all control at the feel of Edward bucking beneath me. I get lost in a sea of sensations, the feel of his hands, lips, tongue blur together. All I can think of is Edward. How it’s Edward kissing me. Edward caressing me. And best of all, Edward fucking me. Wave after wave of pleasure engulfs me as I scream his name in release. My body contracting around him, he kisses me and, with a final thrust, shudders violently.  Gasping for air, I roll weakly off of him. Keeping his arms around me I cuddle him close.  Snuggling into his embrace I feel myself drifting to sleep. Only to feel my eyes snap open at his question.

“Does that count as one feeding or more?”