Passage Favor

I was still trying to figure out why these numbers looked so familiar to me when I felt someones arms encircle me. I flinched slightly but I knew whose arms were around. I knew by the smell of the man behind me and how hard he held my arms against me. I turned my head to the left to find Edward so close I only had to breathe to close that distance. The numbers were instantly forgotten and all that mattered to me was his arms around me and his face kissingly close. I did just that. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to his softly. I would have deepened the kiss but he pulled away from me.
"Thats why I like you."
"Why? I have never kissed you before."
"Not because of that." He paused to chuckle at me once again before explaining. "You find something in everything when no one else can." He pointed to the pictures on the table and I caught on.
"Sorry but I had to make it look like I really was going through the file with you while Zane and Cherry were here."
"I know." He sat on the foot of the bed. "I also like that you turned your attention back to me when I approached you."
"What else could I do? You had me trapped."
"Shall we finish?"
I didn't answer but I did stand up and walk to him. I stood infront of him with my body between his legs. The position forced him to raise his head up to look me in the eyes. I am not used to having to look down at people; especially Edward. He is 5'8. A good five inches taller. And those five inches make a big difference. His legs rested against mine but his hands stayed on the bed to prop himself up so he could look at me comfortably. I looked into those blue eyes and wanted to run my hands through that so blonde hair; but his eyes held a glint that sent a shiver through me.
"Are you sure we won't be interrupted again?" He asked.
There was something in his voice that sounded really close to anger. It wasn't good when Edward got angry. Maybe he was just mad about being interupted or maybe he was mad about what we were doing. Not wanting to make him more mad I just nodded in response. I didn't think anyone would be coming back.
"We didn't you tell them the truth." That anger was starting to leak into his voice. Now I understood why he was mad.
"I didn't think you wanted them to know."
"Why would you think that?"
"You had the file. I thought it was a cover up."
"I had the file because I came in here to discuss it with you. You distracted me so when we were interupted I pulled it out in case you didn't want anyone to know. Now I want to know why you didn't want them to know."
"I am not ashamed of my interest in you if thats what you are thinking."
"You once told me that you didn't find me charming."
"I told you in that same sentence that I was a fraid of you and that made you not charming to me."
"I recall that." He said thoughtfully. "Are you saying now that you are not afraid of me?"
I thought about that carefully. The conversation in question had been a long time ago. I had just started working for RPIT on a regular retainer and I had been working on a case where a vampire was killing little boys. Edward had identified we were working on the same case and had offered to take it off my hands. I with held the information from him and somehow something about his charm had come up. At the time I was terrified of Edward. That was encouraged by watching him use a flamethrower that night to destroy that Vampire Kiss. Edward had helped Manny and I escape with our lives and some nice scars. I have worked with Edward since then on a number of cases. So I was not scared of him but I still had a healthy fear of him.
"I am not so much as afraid of you as I fear you."
"You realize that doesn't make much sense."
"It does to me."
"I think I understand what your saying." He said. "You fear me but you trust me. The fear you have for me is that of having a wild animal as a pet. You can raise a tiger from a cub but there is always the chance that tiger may turn on you."
"Yeah. That sounds about right."
"You do you find me charming now?"
"Not charming but I do find you appealing."
"Thats a fine line."
"It's where I live."
"As do I."
He sat up staright which put his face against my body. His face was just under my breast but he didn't try to make the shift up. Instead he put his hands on my hips and started pulling my nightshirt up as he trailed his hands along my curves. When my panties and stomach were bare to him he stopped moving his hands and leaned his head down to press a kiss beside my belly button. I placed my hands on his shoulders to keep my balance as my stomache muscles contracted. He kept making little circles around my belly button with his lips and my body was reacting as if he were touching more intimate parts. I was soon leaning against him to hold myself up because my knees were ready to give any minute.
He bit down on the tender flesh above my panty line hard enough to make me cry out. The bite had been hard but it was just on this side of pain. It was what I liked. The further along we went the harder he could bite and I would find it pleasurable. I thought about telling him this but decided I would let him do this his way. Let him get what he has wanted and not been able to get. I did decide to give him a hint by running my hands through his hair and grabbing to hand fulls at the back of his head only to pull back hard.
One second I was standing against Edwards body while he sat on the bed and the next I was on my back on the bed with him ontop of me. My legs were spread enough for him to have one of his legs between them. I squeezed my thighs against his leg as I rolled my hips against him. A deep sound that was very close to a chuckle vibrated along my chest from his lips as he found my nipple through the shirt. I closed my eyes and gave myself over him. Making the motions to urge him on. His mouth worried at my breast one at a time through my shirt as he ground his leg against the center of my body.
The shirt was pulled off over my head and his mouth was instantly back on my lips. This time the heat of his mouth on my bare nipple made me cry out for him at the same time he rubbed his leg against me. I felt that warmth start to grow between my legs. If he didn't stop I was going to go with my panties still on. He chose that moment to bite hard right beneath my nipple. I screamed as the warmth double and caused me to arch my back.
Edward pulled back and sat up to look down at me. I could feel my eyes half closed with the haze of pleasure. There was that grin on his face that is all man. The one that says they know what they did to you and it satisfied them just as much. There was a hunger deep in his eyes that looked almost like he was enjoying this too much and couldn't decide if he wanted to finish or leave me like this. I really hoped he finished.
"You liked that."
It wasn't a question so I didn't answer. Instead I made a little noise in my throat as I twisted and turned my hips to try urging him to continue. He was stradling my leg with his hands tracing little circles up and down my thighs. It wasn't enough. I wanted more.
"Please Edward." I begged him. It wasn't until recently with Nathaniel that I found I liked begging for something but only in the bedroom. Nathaniel had braught my hiding interest in BDSM into the light. I was still adjusting and I was starting to think thats what Edward needed. So I would play along as much as I could.
He pressed his fingers against that sweet spot between my legs and started rubbing in little circles. I could feel the cooling wettnes in my panties against my thights as he fingers roamed their little circles. He leaned his body down the line of mine until his lips were against my ear but his fingers never stopped and I was starting to roll my hips against his fingers.
"You're already so wet and ready." He whispered to me. "I have yet to start, Blake." He growled against my neck as he pulled my panties aside and plunged a finger inside me.
I grabbed two fists full of his shirt at his waist and closed my eyes. The feel of his finger inside me was intoxicating and I was fighting by body not to release but that warmth was rapidly growing. I wanted to at least touch him first and I was afraid he would stop once he knew I had mine. Men do that alot and I am not fond of the tease. I pulled his shirt up and out of his pants. It wasn't easy from this position with my concentration being on other things but I pulled it free and started running my hands along his sides.
His skin was soft which was shocking. I would not have pegged Edward for having soft skin. There were the bumps and rough spots of scars old and new but the skin was still soft. Most people would have considered them inperfections but I wasn't most people. I knew if I could get a look of the scars that mapped his body I would be just as turned as I would curious. What I wanted to do now was make my own mark on Edward. I wanted him to remember this moment everytime he looked at his body or when someone else looked at his body. I did the only thing I could think of. I moved my hands up to just below his shoulder blades and dug my nails into his flesh before pulling down the length of his back until I scraped jeans. Edwards body convulsed ontop of me and his finger lost its rythm. He pulled back and looked ino my eyes with a drugged look. The motion caused my hands to slip further up on his back and I felt the warm stickiness of blood on my palms.
"Now thats not playing fair Anita." He said to me. At first I thought I had done to much but he smiled before adding. "I wanted to move at my own pace and have you begging for more but you keep doing that and I am not going to make it."
"Sorry." It was the only thing I could think of saying.
"I tell her she's going to make me go sooner than I wanted and all she says is 'Sorry'. What kind of shit is that?"
I didn't think he was talking to me but more to himself so I tugged at his shirt and tried to pull it off. It wasn't working. Unless I was willing to rip his shirt he would have to sit up and pull it off himself. I gave it another tug.
"Off." I demanded.
"Yes ma'am." He had put that 'Good Ol' Boy' attitude into his words but he did as I asked.
He sat up and pulled his shirt off. The sight of his bare chest made me catch my breath. There were scars that ran from his neck down to his belly button and one that started just above his pants line and plunged out of sight. There was a set of lines that ran diagnolly across his upper chest. Had to be a lycanthrope attack. I moved my hand to his chest and started tracing the scars as if to memorize them. He just sat back and let me do it. I looked up to his face and met his eyes.
"Do you want me to turn the lights off?" He asked me. There was something in his voice that sounded to close to hurt. Nothing I have ever heard from Edward.
Maybe it's because I am a girl or maybe it was just the sound in hs voice but I asked something few would ever ask of Edward. "Why would I want the lights off?"
He looked at me as if I had shocked him. His face quickly moved into a blankness that would make any cop jealous. But he did answer me. "Everyone always wants the light off or for me to keep my shirt on once they see my scars."
I understood what the pain was now. He wasn't kidding when he said he was not allowed to be himself in bed. "I don't want the light off Edward. Nor do I want you to put your shirt back on."
"Don't pity me Anita."
I didn't really pity him but I was appalled that someone found offense to his scars. To me his scars were a sign as to how strong he was and how much he had survived through. They marked him for a man and not a boy. I couldn't think of a way to tell him such without making him think it was pitty so I settled for showing him. Asher was like this for a long time with his scars. To me the scars were beautiful. It had taken alot to show Asher his scars didn't bother me and now I was going to have to do the same thing to Edward.
I sat up and wiggled my leg from under him. He tensed as if to pull away from meso I caught his wrist in my hands. I moved to me knees using his wrist for leverage before leaning my face against his chest. I kissed the mounds of scar tissue that ran from his chest to his belly button softly. When I got to the bottom of the scar I sighed against his skin and let the shiver shake my body slightly. I pressed my lips back to the bottom of this scar again but this time I used my tongue to trace my way back up. A shiver went through Edwards body and he pulled his wrist from my grip. I placed my hands and held tightly as if I was afraid he would pull away. I was kissing the scars below his collar bone when I felt his hands on my cheeks. He applied just enough pressure to make me look up at him.
"You really don't care about my scars?" He asked me.
"I love them."
"I knew you would be someone I could be myself with but I never thought you would be comfortable with me."
"I am. I have scars as well."
"Be careful Anita. I could like this to much."
Was he just threatening me with falling for me? Was it even a threat or a warning if he was? How would that effect me? How would it effect him; us? Is it something I wanted? I could answer that one. I didn't want him to be in love with me but I did want to give him something no one else had given him yet.
"Don't move." Edward comanded me.
The seriousness in his voice made me think somethng was wrong so I did as he said. though it took alot of control not to go for my gun. Edward moved off the bed and crossed the room to the door in five strides. He opened the door and was gone. The door was still open and I had a moment to consider the fact I was naked except for panties with the door to my room open. I was exposed if anyone walked by. I started to move to wrap the sheet around me when Edward was back in the room and shutting the door. He had a black duffle bag in his hands. He came to me and sat the duffle bag on the bed.
"You didn't move?"
"You told me not too."
I didn't bother to tell him I thought we were under attack again. I didn't want him thinking I trusted hm enough not to move. Hell I don't know why I wasn't moving now. I was naked and he just braught in a black duffle bag. He could be trying to kill me. I still wasn't moving but he shook his head and started digging around in the bag. He pulled out some zip strips and a little black bag. The black bag looked like it was empty but I knew Edward better than to believe there was nothing in it.
"These will do." He looked back to me. "Lay down on your stomach."
I did as he said. I knew he was going to use the zip strips on me but I didn't know what was in the bag. I guess I was trusting Edward not to hurt me. That was an off thought. Even for me. I was right. I felt the zip strips go around one wrist. I felt another go around the other and I pulled at my arms. It surprised me when I could pull my wrist apart. He hadn't 'hand-cuffed' me. He just put them around my wrist so that I had a bracelet of zip strips on both wrist.
"Roll on to your back with your hands above your head."
"Is this sexual arrest." I laughed. I couldn't help it. Thats what it felt like.
"Yes. Now do as I say."
I rolled onto my back and put my hands over me head. Edward took out two more zip strips. He put one in his mouth and kept the other in his hand. I had my hands over my head with my wrist crossed so he uncrossed them before sliding one end of the zip strip under my zip strip bracelet and the other around a post of the headboard. I was beginning to catch on. He took the other wrist and did the same thing using the zip strip from his mouth. I was strapped to the bed and uncomfortable. I didn't trust Edward this much. Maybe I shouldn't have been so compliant. It must have shown on my face.
"I won't kill you Anita."
"But you didn't say you wouldn't hurt me."
He smiled. "My you are a fast learner." His hands traced the curves along my side from under my breast to my waist. "No. I didn't say I wouldn't hurt you. Do you want me to stop or can you trust me enough to finish what I started?"
"I'm not sure."
"Then I am going on." As he said it his fingers pulled the waist of my panties down.
I could hear the satin sliding across my skin as he moved them down to my thighs. I spread my legs just a little more so he could take them off without ripping or stretching them. He pulled them off slowly and watched the progress. He seemed to have liked the sight of black satin sliding down my flesh. Finally he tossed them to the floor. He moved up on to his knees and unbuttoned his pants. The sound of his zipper coming down was really loud in the silence of the room. Or maybe that was just me. He started pushing the pants down and over his hips. He wasn't wearing anything under the pants and I got to see just how far that scar went down. The scar started a little above his waist and trailed in an angle across his hips and towards his back. I was too busy following the trail of that scar to notice he had pulled his pants off. We were both as naked as can be.
He was already at half mass by the time I drew my eyes to that part of him. Even at half mass he was huge. He was circumsized ladies and gentlemen. Now that was a question about Edward I hadn't known existed in my head. The sight of him made things low in my body tighten and I closed my legs slightly out of reflex. Edward set that little black bag on my stomach before he laid himself down between my legs.
His hands dug around in the bag for a minute before they withdrew. I caught a glimpse of something shiny and silver. A blade. Had to be a blade. He was about to cut me.
"Have you showered since the last time you fucked?"
I nodded. "You aren't about to cut me are you?"
"Not down here." He laughed and pressed his lips to my thighs. "I am not that cruel."
He turned his head and kissed the other thigh. Maybe I was over reacting. Maybe it hadn't been a blade. It would hurt to get a cut there. I didn't have time to think any further becuase I felt his breath against my most sensitive parts. He had gotten my attention without even touching me. I looked down the line of my body to his eyes. He was looking at me with determenation.
"I don't know where you just went on me but I want your focus here."
He emphesized his words by rubbing a finger over that littled mound between my legs. My breath caught and I nodded to let him know he had my full attention now. I kept my eyes locked with his as long as I could with his finger rubbing on me. That warmth was starting to grow between my legs again and I pulled at the retraints on my wrist. I wanted to pull his hair or touch him in some way but he made sure I couldn't. I let the frustration and pleasure mix before opening my mouth to release it. The sound was caught somewhere between a moan and an angry sigh.
I felt his tongue plunge into me and opened my eyes. The warmth washed through my body causing me to writhe and turn while pulling on the restraints. But he didn't stop there. He kept plnging his tongue into me going deeper with each thrust. His fingers were still caressing that outer point. He braught me again and I cried out. My hips were bucking against his mouth as if he was fucking me with his tongue which is what he was doing. I started calling out his name and just when another orgasm crashed over me I felt something sharp on my thigh. The feeling was pain but was caught in the pleasure which me made orgasm three times at once. Maybe there was a few miliseconds between them but it felt like it was all at once.
There was a tingling between my legs and on both my thighs. There was also a tingling feeling on my stomach that had an edged burn to it. Those were the only sensations that let me know I still had a body. There was a distant screaming but I couldn't make it out. I was disorientated and that braught everything back to me. I realized it was me who was screaming. I was calling Edwards name over and over. I finally stopped saying his name and opened my eyes. Edwards face was the only thing I saw. His blue eyes sparkled with a cardinal knowledge and his mouth was a wet grin.
"I had to stop before you braught people to the room. I swear you must have raised the dead with those screams."
What could I say? I know. "Kiss me."
His grin turned into a full scale smile with dazzling teeth and everything but he lowered his lips to mine. The kiss started out with just a softly press of lips. I slipped my tongue out to run along his lip. I could taste my own juices on his mouth and I moaned before pressing my lips to his fuller. He opened his mouth for me and I took no hesitation to pushing my tongue into his mouth. Edwards tongue was like velvet with the taste of me like a bubble gum after taste. His tongue slid between my lips and I bit into to it. Softly at first but I applied steady pressure until he moaned into my mouth. I pressed my teeth into his tongue until he started pulling away. I let go of his tongue and opened my eyes to look at him.
He did a half push up on top of me, lowering his hips between my legs. I pulled helplessly against the restraints. I just had too but apparently the action turned Edward on more. There was no warning or anymore foreplay. He sheathed himself inside and I cried out beneath him. He burried himself as deep as he could get inside me and I was still writhing under him. He sat up on his knees while picking my hips to the angle he wanted. He pulled himself out of me almost all the way before plunging himself back into me. He plunged into me all the way and I felt him hit my cervix firmly.
He found his rythm deep inside me and hard. I like the feel of someone pressing against my cervix but this was painful. I was on the verge of telling him he was too deep when his fingers dug into my hips and screamed with a sudden orgasm. Incrediably he plunged himself even deeper inside me and I was consumed by another screaming orgasm. There was no pain now. Only pleasure. I raised my head enough to look down the line of my body to see him pull out and thrust back into me. His fingers were pressed so hard into my hips I knew I would be bruised but it all felt to good for me to care.
Thats when I saw the lines of red on my thighs and on my stomache. Just as I opened my mouth to say something to Edward he used the blade to cut me again above the first cut. Instead of feeling pain I was rocked by another orgasm. This one bringing my body off the bed and tearing a scream from my mouth. I was calling his name over and over again. I felt his body start to loose rythm and I opened my eyes.
The first thing I seen was the blade near my face. Panic started to rise in me. He was going to kill me while fucking me. Then the blade disappeared over my head. A moment later my wrist were free and he had pulled himself out of me. He was panting deeply and his body shook as if he was fighting the urge not to crawl back inside me. Apparently he wasn't ready to be done yet. He reached out to me with the blade and pressed it into my hand.
"Your turn."
That was all he said before he laid down beside me on his back. The white sheets of my bed were splattered with blood. Edward had cut me while we were fucking and now he wanted me to cut him. I can understand why he hadn't been able to be himself in bed with just anyone. I did the only thing I could do at this point. I climbed ontop of him and started lowering myself onto him. I had known it would be harder at this angle but I took him into me fully. It was a slow process and Edward was watching my reaction as they crossed my face. I had almost all of him inside me when the warmth between my legs spread through my body. It was a small release but enough of one that my body opened up to him full and I was able to complete the move with no more pain.
I started rocking my body against his and watched his face. His eyes rolled closed and his hands moved to my waist. I found a rythm that was fast and hard that made his grip tighten on my waist. Taking the clue from him that he liked it I kept it. He caught his lower lip with his teeth and made a sound low in his throat. I used that distraction to press the blade to his chest. He liked fear and pain in sex. I would give him both. He didn't know if I would take the chance and stab him through the heart or not. His body shuttered under mine and I felt him start to thrust against me.
"Do Anita." He cried out to me.
I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the sensations before dragging the blade slowly across his chest. His finger nails dug deeper into the flesh of my hips as his release took him. I felt that hot fluid come out of him and into me. I cried out again and cut across his stoamch as my own orgasm hit. I had enough sense to toss the blade aside before I collapsed ontop of him and let the darkness eat at my sight. I felt Edward roll me gently off of him and down to the bed. Then nothing.