A Change in Direction: Chapter Twenty-three

6/2/2020

A Change in Direction: Chapter Twenty-three

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Chapter Twenty-three

It was dark when I arrived at Edward’s home after the Maker’s Fair. I helped Alice break down for the day, but my mind was elsewhere. All I could think about was him and how I had to see him that night. I didn’t call, but I knew he would be there. He was such a homebody.

He was in the first place I checked, sitting alone in the geek room. It was so quiet. He was sipping on a bottle of cream soda with the television off. I walked to the back of the couch, running my fingers across his shoulders. I saw the corners of his mouth curl up into a shy smile.

“I was rather hoping I’d get to see you again today,” he breathed. “I’ve missed you terribly.”

“I’ve missed you too,” I said as I came to the front of the sofa. Sitting beside him, I took his free hand in mine. “You did a wonderful thing for my friend. Thank you.”

“You don’t have to.” Shrugging, he leaned his head back. “It’s not like I got nothing out of it. It’s not a big deal.”

“Yes, it is.” I tugged on his hair gently as I turned towards him. “And yes, I do.”

Kissing him on the mouth, I let my hands wander through his messy locks. He sat the bottle on a side table without breaking our kiss before bringing his hand to my ribs. He was such a good kisser, and it made me tingle, especially behind the knees. I adjusted myself carefully, so I was straddling his legs, my skirt pushed up around my ass. He held me close to his chest, his fingers splayed across my spine.

“Oh, Edward,” I whispered as his lips traveled across my jaw and to my ear. “I want you. Please. I want you so badly.”

He pulled back, then sighed as he frowned. I hated his expression. It was heartbreaking. I tugged on the back of his hair again, trying to get him to look into my eyes. “I can’t.”

“Why?” I asked quietly. “What’s the matter?”

“I thought I could. I thought I could do this, but I can’t.” He shook his head, still not meeting my eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Getting up off his lap quickly, I felt my heart instantly ache. “Can’t do what? Why are you sorry?”

He laughed without humor, looking up at the ceiling. “I can’t do this to you. I care too much about you to do this. Bella, I’m such a bastard.”

“What on earth are you talking about? How could you say that about yourself? You’re not! You’re one of the most sensitive and caring men I have ever met. To me, you’re wonderful.”

“I’ve done nothing but use you. How could you say that?” He asked in a pained voice as he covered his face with his hands. “I’ve been lying to you all this time. Maybe to myself too.”

“Lying? About what?”

“Bella, this wasn’t something I had been thinking about doing. I would have never considered it. But when I met you... God, I wanted you. I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you. And I could have found you a place at Eagle, but it wouldn’t have been in the position you wanted or deserved, and it would have meant that I couldn’t... That I couldn’t have you. And that night before that joke of an interview, I tried to find you a computer job here with some connections I had. I needed to help you out, I had to get you a job. You seemed so desperate, and that killed me. I found a couple, but they hardly paid anything, or they weren’t even in the state. And I was too selfish for that. I was only thinking at first that I’d hire you as a personal assistant until I could find you a better tech position, but then it just fucking slipped out. Lover. Ha, what an idiot I am. It’s all I could think about. Kissing you. Taking you. Fucking you. God, all I wanted to do when you came into my office was bend you over my desk and-”

“Edward,” I breathed softly, feeling overwhelmed by his emotional outburst. He put his hand up, stopping me.

“What’s worse is that I’ve let it go on this long, let you think that... And for a little while, I thought I could do it. Just have sex with you. Have you and be happy with that. But then I got to know you and saw how wonderful you are. I should have told you then, but I was too fucking afraid you’d leave. And I couldn’t stand the thought of it. I’m such a coward.” He began to cry softly as he tugged at the hair at his temples. “And I let it go deeper and deeper. And every time you tell me you want me... it fucking kills me to think of what I’ve done to you. I used you at your most desperate. I am a fiend. To think anyone could use your beautiful body just for their pleasure, to pay you for it. It makes me sick. You should be worshiped. You are a goddess, Bella. Oh god,” he wept.

“Edward,” I mumbled, stepping towards him. Kneeling down in front of him, I pulled his hands away from his face so I could look at him. “Edward,” I pleaded when he didn’t move.

“I can’t do this to you. No matter how much I want to. The other night, after the ball, when we... when I almost.” He shook his head. “I’ve never hated myself more. And I took part of that out on you.”

“Don’t. You said you believed me when I told you I cared about you. Don’t you?” He only nodded his head again. “Then, you should know that I want this.”

“That makes it worse.”

“How?” I pushed.

“It just does.” He looked away.

I stood up and backed away from him. “Look at me.” When he didn’t, I spoke louder and more forcefully. “Edward, I said, ‘look at me!’ Right now!”

“What?” He asked when he finally raised his head, his hand brushing across his cheek as he tried to wipe away his tears. They were so heartbreaking.

“I quit,” I told him as I tugged my peasant blouse over my head and threw it to the floor. I wasn’t wearing my best bra and panties, but I couldn’t have cared less at the moment. Then I kicked my ballet flats off.

“What are you doing?” He questioned as his eyes grew wide, and he sat back a little on the couch.

“You didn’t hear? I’m quitting.” I pushed my skirt to the ground and stepped out of it. His face turned a bright purple, and his lips moving, but no words were coming out. “I’m sorry, but this job just isn’t going to work for me anymore if it’s making you feel like that. You are far too precious to me. And I want you too much. I’m yours, free of charge. If you want me too, I mean.”

He looked so confused. “Didn’t you just hear what I told you? I could have given you a real job-”

“Yes, it’s very sweet, but I don’t think you were lying to me. Not really. Maybe you were more honest than most. I’m not sure, and I don’t care either way, honestly. I can’t stand it if this is eating you up inside. No. I can see it in your eyes, and I hate it. You won’t do this to yourself anymore. I won’t allow it. Edward, this is all that I am. I’m no goddess. I’m no beauty queen. We’re not even in the same league. But I care about you, and I want to be with you in every way possible. And I want you to want me. Say that you do, please.”

“I do,” he whispered as I took a step towards him. “You are an angel, and you are more beautiful than words can describe, though. I have never met a woman more glorious than you are.”

Straddling his lap again, Edward’s blue jeans were pleasantly rough against my thighs. I hovered above him, my mouth hungrily taking his. For the first time, I felt his bare hands against my back, sliding up to my bra. I reached behind me and unhooked it for him. His fingers explored the newly exposed skin, dragging them down my spine to my ass, which he grabbed gently.

He removed the clip from my hair, running his hands through the strands as we continued our passionate embrace while his other hand slid into the back of my panties. I ground myself against him, needing as much contact as possible. I hated the clothes between us, so I tugged on his shirt gently. Sitting up, he allowed me to remove it and throw it across the room recklessly. My bra met the same fate, landing on the pool table. He wrapped his arms around me tightly, smashing my chest against his.

His hand balled up in a fist at the back of my neck, grabbing my hair as he tilted my face toward the ceiling. Eagerly, his mouth explored my throat. My spine arched as I leaned back further, making my breast jut out in invitation. He took it without hesitation, his lips wrapping around one of my exposed nipples.

As I called out his name breathlessly, he clutched me tightly as both of his hands went down the back of my panties. I fell forward against him, my arms wrapping around his neck as he sucked forcefully. He moved to the other, letting his tongue roll around it twice before bringing it into his mouth for the same fantastic treatment.

I felt myself on the edge of cumming as I kept my hips swirling against his hard blue jean covered erection, but I wasn’t ready for that release yet. I knew when I came, it would be explosive. Pulling away from Edward, I pushed my hair behind my ear and tugged off my panties before dropping on my knees in front of him. Together we worked off his jeans, him popping the button as I unzipped. He lifted his ass up to allow me to pull them and his underwear to the floor.

He was gorgeous in the nude. His body was perfect, and his cock was long but not freakishly so. He was maybe an inch longer than average, but what made me wetter, which I thought was impossible, was the fact that he was thick. So much so I had trouble wrapping my fingers entirely around him.

Our eyes were locked as my mouth descended upon him for the first time, tasting the little drop of liquid at the very tip. There was no questioning that he was enjoying this, too. Edward held my hair away from my face as he watched me take as much as him in as possible. He hissed and groaned, his grip tightening with each passing second. I could only go down about halfway before it was too much, but I think that was enough for him. Bobbing my head several times slowly, my hand matched the action as I hallowed my cheeks. I loved the way his head lolled to the side, his teeth grit as he tried to hold back. That was the last thing I wanted, though.

I pulled away and massaged him for a long moment, licking some moisture away from my lips. Bringing my tongue flat against him, I ran it from the base to the tip. As I did, it jumped violently, and Edward groaned loudly. Before I could do it again, he grabbed me by the arms and tugged me back onto his lap.

He brushed against my thighs, then between my legs, and the moisture dripped down them. “Oh,” he gasped as I kissed his ear. I twisted my body so it brushed against my clit. I moaned at the sensation, never wanting it to end. But he had a better idea.

Picking me up, he had one hand on my back and the other arm under my ass as he gently moved us onto the floor so that my head was on one of the many pillows. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him towards me. He slid himself against my center several times as we made out, and I could feel his beautiful ass flex as he did.

“I won’t last. It’s been too long,” he said against my mouth, our foreheads pressed together.

“I don’t care.”

“I do.” He kissed me again before pushing himself away. Slowly he pecked down my stomach, his soft fingertips dancing along my tingling flesh. He lapped at my belly button, nipping at the little soft bit of skin right underneath it. For the first time in my life, I didn’t feel fat but beautiful. I felt sensual and sexy, and it was all because of him.

When he finally made it between my legs, he stared for a long time with his hands dragging along my thighs as he spread me wide. “I can’t believe this is for me,” he whispered before he pecked my clit lightly. Moaning softly, my back arched. My fingers found purchase in his hair as he buried his mouth in me. My legs bent at the knee, and I lifted off the floor with the ball of my feet. My toes curled into the super plush carpet as he lapped and kissed my lips, one of his arms wrapped around my thigh while the other kept me spread.

“Oh, God. Edward, oh, God!” My back arched again as his fingers found their way inside of me. It was all too much, and the tightening began, but he didn’t slow down as he rode out my orgasm and then my second in quick succession. I was right when I said my first would be explosive. Stars popped in front of my eyes, everything going a little dim as I tugged at his hair and screamed out his name. I could hear it, but I couldn’t believe the noise was coming from me. My entire body rocked with his mouth, my voice going up two octaves as I begged. For what, I wasn’t sure. “Oh! OH! EDWARD, PLEASE! EDWARD, EDWARD! OH, GOD!”

He didn’t stop until I yanked on his hair so sharply that he hissed in pain. Chuckling, he rested his face against my lower stomach. Though his lips were gone, his fingers were still inside of me. Shuddering, my arms went over my head. I grabbed at a pillow, just trying to hold on.

“Fucking perfect.”

“I’m not sure I can handle anymore,” I whimpered as he sat back on his knees between my legs.

“You can,” he said so firmly I believed him. Edward pressed a hand against my stomach with his fingers spread wide as his digits curled inside of me. He started out slowly at first, going in and out at just the right speed to let me get used to it. By the time I was close again, I was pressing down on him with equal force, riding his hand as hard as I could. The pressure on my stomach was perfect, and I could feel him in ways I didn’t know you could. “That’s it. Yes, that’s it. Just like that, my love. Let me feel you again.”

There was no sound with this orgasm. It was so blindingly powerful that I felt it down from my toes to the top of my skull, electric shocks spreading out from his hand to the rest of my body. He didn’t let the moment fade before he slid his cock in me. I gasped as I gushed around him, liquid pouring from somewhere deep inside. He cursed loudly, but I couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling. Clutching his back, my nails dug into his skin as I floated away.

True to his word, he didn’t last long, but it didn’t matter. I had been wound too tight and sprang free too many times to even care. He hovered over me, panting while still inside of me. He rested his forehead against my chest, and I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold him as close to me as possible.

“Wow,” I giggled.

“Yeah,” he chuckled along with me.

“That was... earth-shattering,” I earnestly declared. “I can’t believe you’ve been holding out on me.”

Snickering, he collapsed beside me when he finally pulled out. I put my hand on my forehead, still trying to catch my breath. “I’m sorry it didn’t last longer.”

“You’re out of your mind,” I replied, halfheartedly slapping his torso. He grabbed my palm, bringing it to his mouth and kissed my knuckles lightly. I sighed and rolled against him, resting my head on his chest. “What now?”

“Hm,” he hummed quietly, looking down at me. “I thought we could grab a shower and something to eat. Then I’d like to show you how grateful I am that you came over tonight again, in my bed this time.”

“I meant for our relationship,” I giggled at his baser urges.

“Ah.” He flushed in embarrassment but smiled down at me. “Well, if you’ll have me... God, it feels so strange saying this. It’s something I’ve thought about many times, but I feel like I’m in high school again. You keep doing that to me. Bella, I want you to be my girlfriend. Be mine, please?”

“I’m already yours,” I told him, kissing his bare chest as I rested my chin against him. “You should know that.”

“I need to hear it, though,” he admitted as he played with my hair, his big beautiful green eyes gazing into mine.

“I have such a sweet and sensitive boyfriend,” I stated as I ran my finger along his jaw. Edward smiled slightly, his eyes closing for just a second as he rested his head back against the pillow. The moment was ruined though by his stomach growling loudly. I laughed and leaned down to kiss it. “Who is always hungry. Want me to make you something?”

“No, of course not. Why don’t I get us something after that shower I was talking about?”

“Sounds good to me,” I answered. All I grabbed before Edward dragged me up to his room was my bra and panties, which I quickly threw onto his bed. He was so eager to have me in his bathroom, but when I saw it, I couldn’t blame him.

It was a huge granite space with three large sprayers on each wall. The door was clear glass, exposing the fact that one of the walls, the one opposite of the door, had a broad ledge for sitting. Edward put two big fluffy towels on a golden bar and flipped a switch. “Towel warmer,” he informed me when he noticed me gazing at it in curiosity.

“It’s good to be rich,” I mumbled, touching the already warm fabric.

“It has its advantages,” he chuckled when he went to the wall and pressed a few buttons. All the sprayers came on at once. “How do you like your water?”

“Hot,” I answered, watching as he adjusted the temperature. Steam almost instantly filled the room. “Nice.”

“Yeah, I’m kind of spoiled now. It’s amazing. I’m not sure who lived here before or had this built, but they’re my hero. They have great taste in showers.”

Edward stepped inside and took my hand, guiding me under the water. I gasped as it pelted my spine and side, my head tipping back to get my hair all wet. His palms slid up and down my ribs. When I opened my eyes after rubbing the liquid out of them, I realized I was being gazed at with the most intense expression. He had yet to rinse his, so I took a step towards him and gently tilted his head back with my fingers. Running them through his curls, I made sure they were soaked completely. The droplets flowed down his chest and onto mine as I pressed myself against him.

He took my face in his big hands and kissed me ever so lightly. “I am so glad you came here tonight.”

“Me, too,” I smiled before pecking his lips tenderly.

We washed each other, taking turns scrubbing the puff of soap across each other’s body after washing the other’s hair. I could have stayed in there forever, especially with how Edward was touching me, but we both pruned, and his stomach was getting louder and more demanding.

Instead of allowing me to get dressed in my own clothes, he threw me one of his well-loved t-shirts, a gray thing that was super soft and comfortable. He laid me down in the middle of his bed and kissed me solidly with the promise of food when he returned, telling me not to move because he wanted to come home to me just like I was. I only scoffed at him, but I did what he asked.

I was too exhausted to get up, anyway.

“Mm... Such a nice view,” Edward smirked slightly when he came back with a big bag from one of the fast-food restaurants that were about four houses down. He could have easily walked to it. It was from a local chain that served nothing but chicken. The smell wafted into the air, and my stomach growled. I had only eaten about half of my lunch and had yet to have dinner.

“Cane’s okay?” He asked, holding up the bag. “I got you a box combo with sweet tea.”

“Sounds great. Should we eat in the dining room?” I asked, sitting up.

He shook his head. “Let’s eat in bed. I’ve already got the ketchup.” He pulled the plastic bottle from his back pocket, making me laugh. Smiling in return, he retrieved the smaller box and passed it to me with a plastic fork. “I ate this probably every other day before you came along. It’s been about a month since I had it, and I was in the mood.”

Of course, he got the biggest meal they had. I rolled my eyes as I adjusted myself against the headboard. Edward sat beside me, his big drink between his legs. We ate quietly, my head resting against his shoulder. Every once in awhile, he would turn and kiss the top of my scalp. It was so comfortable.

“You’re such a slob,” I teased Edward as I looked at his shirt after he finished eating. He had dropped ketchup and their special dipping sauce on himself, twice. And there were crumbs all over the place, and a blob of slaw on across his stomach. I wasn’t sure how he managed that. Or managed to eat all six chicken fingers.

“Well, excuse me,” he faked insult, taking off his shirt and throwing it to the floor. “Better?”

“Much,” I hummed in pleasure.

“If I’m going to go without my shirt, so should you.”

“I’m not wearing pants,” I pointed out. “That makes us even.”

To respond to that, he removed his too. All while giving quite the show as he did. It was rather funny. “Shirt, my dear.”

“Fine,” I playfully huffed, pulling it off and handing it to him. But, for some reason, he frowned. “What?”

“You’re wearing a bra and panties. I’m only in my boxers. I think, for the sake of fairness, you should take off your bra,” he replied, looking at me with his big green pathetic eyes. He was so full of shit, and I told him as much.

“Underwear is underwear. You’re in underwear. I’m in underwear. It seems fair to me.”

Cocking his head to the side, he gazed at me. “Nope, it’s not. The bra comes off.”

Edward tried to wrestle it off of me, but I wouldn’t let him without a fight. I giggled and squealed, the fabric snapping against my back as he attempted to work the hooks. To get him back, I popped his boxers several times. He laughed and wailed in pretend pain as the band hit across his ass. Together, we practically wiggled the cloth down to his knees. When he finally got mine off, he held it up in the air like it was a trophy.

“You are such a child,” I snorted, covering my breast with my arms.

“I’m pretty sure I’m all man.” He looked down at his exposed cock, which was already hard and resting against his thigh.

“On the outside, maybe,” I said as I pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist. I trapped him between my thighs, but he wasn’t complaining. “But I think you are nothing more than a teenage boy on the inside.”

“Perhaps you’re right, but I don’t have the energy of a teen. If I did, we would have had sex at least two more times already.”

“Oh, is that so?” I laughed, wiggling my bottom.

“Yup. When I came in with the food and in the shower. Or maybe a couple of times in the shower. I’m not sure,” he teased, resting his hands on my ass.

“Well, it certainly looks like you’re ready now,” I commented, looking down.

“Huh, I think you’re right.” He smiled at me wickedly as he flipped me over onto my back. My laughter turned into a moan as he tasted my collarbone.

If he did have more energy, I was glad I didn’t meet him back then. Honestly, I wouldn’t have been able to walk for days. I fell asleep in his arms after round three. I wasn’t certain how many orgasms he gave me, but he was very determined in that area, making sure I got at least three to his one. It was spectacular.

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