Finally yours PART 2

She ripped her lips away from him and drove her head into the sheets of the bed. His fingers were going to drive her fanatical she concluded as they brushed over the fabric and deliberately over her nipple. There was no way he could miss how much she wanted him to touch it, maybe even place his lips over it. He was going to continue to tease her though until she just exploded. “Please,” The words were hard to form, but they came out in a pant from her mouth after his fingers brushed the spot again. “Please Edward,”

“Shh…” was all he said to that. His fingers then retracted from moving around her nipples and then went to rest on her hips, kneading the skin underneath the silk night gown. At this action, she wanted to pull her hair out, every last strand until he saw just how much frustration she carried

“You drive me crazy,” All her hopes were answered when he stopped his kneading to move his fingers underneath her chemise to touch on her-

“Naughty girl,” Edward nipped at her neck when his fingers reached the apex of her legs to find not panties, but her hot wetness at his finger tips. As his lips kissed and nibbled on her neck, his fingers touched her damp entrance gingerly and almost cautiously, as if he was expecting her to jump away from him at any second. She did not though, her hips bucked slightly under his much larger frame. Half of Edward’s brain screamed to plunge into her right now, to give her what she was pleading from him, but the other half wanted to take the teasing further, to just trace her outline with his fingers, to make her claw at the bed sheets. He wanted her anticipation to rise so high so that when she finally came, it would be even more intense.

Moments went by with his fingers just teasing her, his index finger running the length of her slit. Suddenly, she felt two of his fingers spreading her and enter her, but only slightly. His fingers didn’t sink far into her, but it was just enough for Lydia to cry out in complete ecstasy. Deeper they went into her, making Edward squirm from the feeling of her inner walls against his fingers. Lord, he wanted a different part of him inside her now (which pressed firmly and persistent at the pants of his tuxedo), but he kept control. His fingers pulled back, but not completely out and then he thrust them back into her, careful not to break her virginity with his fingers. He’d save that for later.

Minutes went by of her pulling on his shoulders and bucking her hips against him until it all came hurtling down around her as her first (but certainly not last) Edward-induced orgasm shook her. He removed his fingers from her and cradled her to his body, lifting her up and off the bed and into his arms and into his lap. She was so precious to him, the man inside him that loved her with everything wanted to just hold her like this, care for her, kiss her eyes when they watered, but the other man inside wanted more of her, but for now, he kicked him back, wanting Lydia to feel like never before.

He continued to rock her, letting her body recover from its climax. She had confided in him she never had come more than once a day, that usually afterwards she would fall asleep after just one time. This didn’t bother Edward much, even if she were to fall asleep in his arms, he’d be satisfied because he’d brought her to (in his opinion) the greatest pleasure possible, something he had wanted to do for ages now, but never asked her if she was okay if he touched her like that. Not once did he regret not asking though, because the anticipation it brought him made him crawl the walls and he somewhat enjoyed that.

Her arms squeezed his shoulders and she rested her head in the spot where his neck met his shoulders. It was a comfortable position for her, she was facing him and in his lap. The erection still pressed against her and she moved a bit, making sure that she wouldn’t disturb that too much. Her face was flushed in pigment and her breathing was heavy against him. Hands down, that had been the best feeling, having his fingers deep inside her like that. Her mind went wild at what the feeling would be like to have his length inside her.

“I love you,” He told her again, stroking her soft hair with one hand, the other gently tracing patterns in her back. She looked up at him and he looked into her eyes, they were heavy, but still energetic and full of life. “Could you handle it again?” He whispered to his beloved wife. A thought struck him at that moment that made him grin…if she couldn’t, then they’d have to practice daily to build up Lydia’s stamina.

“Yeah, I think so” Lydia mumbled into his neck, feeling a bit embarrassed now around him. I shouldn’t feel so ashamed she told herself.

“Okay, Lydia,” With that, Edward shed his own clothes, but he left his boxers on. “If you’re too tiered, tell me,” Edward whispered, beginning to lift the hem up of her chemise. As the hem rose, so did Lydia’s arousal because his eyes were on her.

“No, it’s okay,” She assured while watching his hands bring peal off the only piece of clothing she had on. Soon the garment was at her hips, her lower half completely exposed to him. Instead of continuing, he spread her leg and gently pressed himself against her and leaned his head over her flat tummy to kiss it right on top of her belly button. His teeth then caught hold of the hem and pulled it up past her breasts and then over her head.

“Beautiful,” was the last thing he said before gently pushing his lips to the base of her right breast, carefully circling his way to the center of her breast. He continued to tease her with his mouth as his other hand went between their bodies to spread Lydia’s heat again. She was still wet from her previous climax, and the juice from her current arousal mixed in to make her even slicker. Lydia’s eyes fluttered open and she looked upon Edward, one hand buried between her thighs and the other, cupping and tugging at her breast. “You’re so beautiful,” Edward told her, removing his hand from her breast and gently cupping her face with it. He kissed her gently and slowly, savoring the taste of her lips, her tongue and her mouth.

His eyes shot open and his mouth pulled away from hers at the abrupt feeling of her hand grabbing at his erection. Her actions had never been so deliberate, so straightforward. Grinning at the evoked reaction, Lydia pulled his only remaining garment off and tossed it aside with the rest of their forgotten clothing. Together, they were completely nude, nothing separating them from what they both wanted, what they both needed. Edward buried his face into her neck, kissing at it deeply and making many faint red marks, visible proof that she was loved and belonged to him. He yearned for her body; she was so close to his pulsing erection it drove him mad in desire. “I want you,” He whispered into her ear, creating a moan from Lydia.

“So take me,” Lydia countered, licking her lips and readying herself for the act. It took only a few moments for Edward to fit himself between her legs, but after that, they stayed still. One push and she’d be his, but Edward just hovered above her. “Are you okay?” Lydia’s hand brushed against Edward’s arm and looked into his eyes, searching for why he was so hesitant now.

“I’m fine,” He caressed her face and traced a line to one of her breasts and smiled. His lips touched hers and in one thrust her request was granted.

Two hours after Edward’s last words to her, Lydia’s eyes opened to see his visage. He was so calm and so peaceful as he slept. His breath was regular and controlled now, a far cry from the ragged breaths he had been taken when he was inside her and still conscious. The color rushed to her face and she buried it into his chest to hide her slight embarrassment. “Oh Edward,” she sighed as she went back to her peaceful state asleep in her husband’s arms.

Edward’s eyes blinked in his sleep as he subconsciously held her body closer to him. His lips parted and three syllables escaped his lips…

“My…Ly…dia..”

Because love is much deeper than words. And much more complicated than my math homework can be. I know it lacked in the sex, but after writing all that, I couldn’t bring myself to write the actual love scene. I’ll try to write another S+S with a full scene, but I like how this came out. Next time, Lydia will be less innocent.