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5/21/2019

(IPFF) Episode Fourteen: Hot and Cold Showers

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Episode Fourteen: Hot and Cold Showers

Warning: this episode contains graphic sexual descriptions. Reader discretion is advised. Intended for a mature audience only. (18+)

The lights didn't come back on that night. We cleaned up in the darkness and then started to bring candles into his bedroom. We blew out the ones we didn't need in the living room and kitchen, making the space slightly smokey. I took a lantern to the spare bedroom and got changed for bed.

For the first time in a very long time, I thought about how I would look to a man in the nude. How would he like my panties? My nightgown? I wasn’t sure what Edward thought about those things. Did he care at all? He was always so well dressed when he was out. Not so much at home. He had an opinion on what he thought was sexy at Target, but I wasn't ready to give that pair the full justice they deserved. I also didn't know what he was expecting from me. Or what I was expecting from him that night.

I changed into a new pair of panties from the store. They were a comfortable pair of boy shorts. They were cotton, and Halloween themed, not unlike the ones I had been wearing earlier in the day. These were orange and had a jack-o-lantern on the rear because I was an adult and the little things like that gave me joy. The nightgown I had gotten was dark blue satin and went just to my fingertips. It was cut very low in a v with the edges embroidered in tiny white flowers.

I washed my face and brushed my teeth. Then I rubbed on lotion to my arms and legs and put on perfume behind my ears and knees. Places that had not seen attention in years. I fluffed up my hair and put on my bubblegum flavored chapstick. It felt oddly familiar, the act but not the place.

Edward was waiting for me in his bedroom by his bed as he rearranged it. He had changed into sleep pants and had removed his shirt. I could tell he was a little anxious. When he saw me, he relaxed a little, a small smile on his sweet face.

“I never imagined today would end like this. Not in a million years. Not if I thought I had a million tries. And yet, here you are.”

“I didn't know it was a possibility,” I told him honestly.

“I'm so nervous.” He looked embarrassed to admit it. “Earlier was incredible and I don't want to... assume. I don't want to scare you. Or rush you. We can do whatever you want. If you just want to cuddle. Or talk. Or sleep. Or, whatever.”

“It was incredible. Don't worry about scaring me. I promise to let you know. I’m pretty vocal,” I assured him as I touched his cheek. “And, is it rushing? Wasn't that just the longest blind date ever?” I asked him jokingly. He smirked and pretended to think really hard about it.

“Was that our first date? That whole week? No, I'd say it was more like seven separate dates. I mean, we slept in between. We weren't together the whole time,” he pointed out. He was enjoying this particular conversation.

“Eight, if you count Sunday night. If you're going by that logic.”

“Oh, you're right. Eight. Or, is it nine now? If you count today? I wonder what the average amount of dates before a couple has sex is,” Edward said to himself. He was actually thinking about the answer to that one.

I came to stand on my tip toes and smoothed my fingers over his very strong arms. “We can look it up in the morning.” I kissed the spot where his tattoo was on his pec. It had begun to heal very nicely. I could barely reach it. He rubbed his hands over my shoulders until he brought them down to my fingers. We stood, holding hands, in the candlelit darkness of his bedroom while the storm raged outside.

He brought his mouth down to mine and kissed me deeply, holding my face in his big warm hands. They were so soft, and he was so tender with his every single touch. His palms were cradling my cheeks, and I held onto his wrists as I melted into him. I could have kissed him there forever.

Gently he lifted me onto the bed by the hips, and he quickly crawled on top of me so that he hovered a foot above me. I took this chance to touch his cheeks, temples, and forehead without having to stretch. I let my fingers move through his thick dark auburn hair. He clearly enjoyed it. His eyes were so hopeful and eager. And, happy. Edward was genuinely elated. It made me feel adored.

"I like the way you look at me," I admitted to him, drawing his face closer to mine to kiss his mouth softly. I kissed the top and then the bottom, bringing them into my mouth to lightly suck on his soft, perfect lips. I tugged on the bottom one gently with my teeth when I pulled away. He shuddered and gasped as I happily played.

"Well, that's the look of a man utterly enchanted," he tried to say with a bit of charm, but it came out breathy and labored.

“Try hard,” I whispered into his ear with a smile while gently tugging down his sleep pants. He was wearing boxer briefs this time. I was a little disappointed that he wasn't commando.

“Get used to it.” He kissed my mouth aggressively, moving down to my neck to nip at my skin. One of his hands explored my outer thigh while I wrapped my legs around him. “I'm going to worship you.” He kissed my new tattoo lightly, pushing the strap of the gown away. He kissed around the butterfly before moving to kiss right where my heart was beating hard in my chest.

Edward pulled off my nightgown and tossed it to the end of the bed. I pulled him down to me so that our bare bodies were touching, kissing him once again. We were both only in just our underwear by that point. He was completely hard and kept brushing it between my very sensitive thighs. We kissed for so long I was breathless, and my face was tender from his stubble aggressively rubbing against it as we made out like teenagers. He drew out every kiss and touch, trying to give me as much pleasure as possible.

He held my throat in his hand as he kissed my forehead, nose, lips, eyelids, my ears. It was tender, his thumb rubbing loving little circles into my neck in pace with his kissing. When he finally kissed downwards, my chest automatically rose up to meet his lips.

“I left a mark.” He kissed the side of my breast, glancing up at me as he did.

“Leave some more.” I dragged my nails over his scalp and gingerly tugged at his hair.

“Where?” Edward asked hungrily.

I guided him to a spot on the opposite breast with my hand still in his hair. He bit hard enough to make me squeak in surprise and throw my head back. His hand was still on my throat, squeezing very lightly. I brought it to my mouth and began to suck and kiss his fingers while he created a matching bruise on my tender skin.

He kissed down my stomach, pulling down my panties and throwing them somewhere on the floor. Without hesitation, he began to kiss between my legs, spreading them wide to give him better access. First, he kissed, licked, and nipped at each thigh several times, dragging his now rather rough cheek against my flesh as he did. His hand slid down my calf then back up my knee, making me shiver in the best way possible.

Edward knew all the places to touch and all the places to kiss.

I cried out when he licked me, his tongue dragging across my clit slowly. My back arched as my legs twisted around his shoulders. He held my thighs apart with one hand, the other hand resting on my stomach. I cursed loudly when he pushed two of his fingers inside of me.

My first orgasm was slow and long. It dipped up and down and slowly back up again into another and then another, each becoming more desperate and louder than the last. I clawed at his back, calling out his name over and over again like a chant. I was tearing at the bed, bucking and twisting. He never even slowed down a little. He didn’t need the encouragement to not stop.

I had to yank Edward by the hair to finally stop him after having at least four, maybe five, orgasms. I lost count somewhere along the way. He kissed me eagerly, his face covered in my own cum. As he did, he crashed into me, his boxer brief covered erection pressed into my wetness. I gasped and bucked, squeezing my legs closed around him.

“I'll not last very long,” he warned when I tugged down his boxers frantically. “I feel like if you touched me right, I'd explode.”

“Isn't that the point?” I asked with a wicked smile as I kissed his ear, rubbing his erection gently as I did. I massaged him against my wet clit, gasping at the sensation against his skin. He hadn’t expected it, closing his eyes and shaking a little with each slow pass. “You should get a condom,” I finally whispered. He was so close already.

Edward came to rest on his calves while still sitting between my legs, pulling one of the condoms from the open box in the drawer. With a smirk, he placed it on my stomach all while rubbing his own cock. I spread my legs, dipping my fingers inside to tease us both. Edward pushed my hand out of the way so he could massage his head against my clit perfectly, making me twist and moan in pleasure. He drew out each stroke, letting it dip lower so that he only just went inside before pushing back up against my sensitive nerves. Finally, it was too much teasing for me, so I took the condom myself and opened it carefully.

"Fuck me," I said in a soft, sweet voice that didn't match the words that were coming out of my mouth. "Please." I rolled the condom over his head, and Edward pushed it the rest of the way down eagerly. He hovered over me, his large green eyes looking into mine briefly before kissing me deeply.

He slipped inside me with no resistance, but I had never felt so full. I spread my legs as wide as possible to allow him to go as deep as he could, lifting my hips up as I did. I wrapped one of my arms around his neck while the other hand grabbed at the sheets.

I gushed around him a little, dripping down to the blanket underneath. My entire body flushed with sweat as he pounded his pelvis into mine. “Oh...” I drew out as my back arched a half a foot off the bed. Edward didn't slow his perfect rhythm. I could feel the pulsating thrumming of my extended orgasm deep in my stomach to my curling toes, dripping more and more with each push.

“Fuck,” he said in a deep, low, guttural voice very close to my ear. His entire body was shaking when he finally gave in to his own climax.

He panted and rested his forehead on my chest as I held him to me. His face was squarely between my breast with his cheek pressed to my skin. We were both actually shaking from the effort. It took us a long time to recover. He dragged his nose over my collarbone after a few moments, lightly and delicately kissing my shoulder when he could move.

“God. Damn,” he finally muttered.

I laughed a bit hysterically, bringing my hand up to my eyes to wipe away the sweat. “Yeah.”

"I really like making you cum like that," he said, shyly into my chest. "Can I do that... like... all the time?”

“My legs are vibrating,” I told him with a breathy laugh. “So, yes. Please. Literally fucking vibrating. What the fuck?”

He laughed happily as well, almost timidly, pressing his face into my skin to hide his smile. His cheeks were still red hot.

When I woke up in the morning, the electricity was still off, and the storm was still going on pretty hard outside. I watched it through the vast open window out onto the beautiful mountainous view. After slipping out of Edward's arms, I went back down to the spare bedroom and rushed through a quick cold shower by lantern light. It was just after nine.

I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt to wear from my Target bags. When I came into the kitchen, Edward was waiting for me, having done much the same in terms of a cold shower. He had not shaved, though, and his rusty colored hair began to show around his chin, cheeks, and lips.

“Good morning.” I kissed him lightly on the lips. I traced the rigid scruff with my fingers. It was so thick and stiff along the bottom of his jaw. It was practically sharp.

"Good morning," he hummed at the sensation. "I checked on the electricity, and it's going to be out until at least later this afternoon at the earliest. When it comes back, I'd really like to take a hot shower with you because that was bloody terrible."

“Sounds like a plan.” I smiled at him brightly. “What do you need to do today?”

"Besides you?" He smirked playfully. "Well, I can't edit or anything. I could do a bit of writing that I was going to have to work on later this week, but I'm going to have to do it the old-fashioned way. This is turning my schedule all around, the rain. It rains so little LA can barely handle it. Anyway, what about you? What do you need to get done?"

"My computer holds a charge for just a little while so I could probably get three or four hours of editing done before it dies. I'm glad I got a bit of a break yesterday. Sometimes the colors begin to blend together, and everything looks the same. So, while you write, I can edit? Then we can take a break for lunch," I offered, tracing his bottom lip with my finger. He smiled and nodded sweetly.

After a quick breakfast of fruit and Poptarts, we sat in comfortable silence in his office while each of us worked. He sat at his desk, furiously writing away on a notepad and I sat on his couch that was in there with my laptop on my thighs.

Somewhere around two in the afternoon, my computer gave its last gasps of power, and I shut it down before it could die tragically in the middle of an edit. The storm had slowed, and it was just raining, slackened but still steadily falling. At least the winds had seemed to have passed.

We had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with chips for our little picnic lunch. I actually liked it a lot, eating a banana and watching it rain on his pool from the dinner table. The only thing I missed was a glass of milk. We would have to replace a couple of things in his fridge.

Finally, at six in the evening, the lights returned.

“Praise the Gods,” Edward muttered from his comfortable spot on the couch where we had been laying in our corner. Each of us had been reading something, him a script and me a book, but it had been much harder as it got later in the evening. “Shall we freshen up and go get a late dinner?” He offered.

“Sure, let me go get my things.”

After putting my computer onto charge along with my phone, I went to the spare bathroom and picked up my shower gel, face wash, shampoo, and conditioner and put them in their little travel bag. I wasn't sure what else to bring with me. So, I just ended up grabbing all my toiletries and my makeup. There was a built-in vanity with seating to one side of his bathroom that he clearly never used, so I set my stuff up on the marble countertops. The vanity lights were very bright. Someone had probably loved doing their makeup there in the past.

Now, the bathroom in the spare bedroom was an impressive affair that I had fallen in love with deeply... But his shower was next level. It could fit five adults comfortably with five shower heads. Two on each wall and one somehow from above on the ceiling. There was also a removable sprayer you could turn on. And, built-in seating along the back wall. It was ridiculous.

Steam filled the room when he turned on the water. We helped the other undress cheerfully, playfully. We kissed under the water for a long while. I washed Edward's hair for him, scrubbing my nails over his scalp as he sat down so I could easily reach the top of his head. He held my waist, happy to be pampered. We washed each other, me rubbing him all over with my vanilla body wash soaked loofa.

“I smell like a biscuit,” he commented in amusement.

“A sexy biscuit,” I replied.

He just rolled his eyes, but Edward was smiling.

When we got out of the shower, I put my hair up in a towel and put on my lotion and deodorant. I sat at the vanity as he did his grooming, applying makeup quickly. I was almost done when he came by in his underwear. His hair was all slicked back nicely, and he smelled so warm and fresh.

“You make that look so easy,” he said as I painted on my eyeliner with a tiny little brush.

“It's not,” I said in a whisper of concentration, holding my eyes perfectly still.

"Using a stick with three hairs to draw a thin, perfectly straight line less than a millimeter from your eyeball seems dangerous."

"Well... it's not for beginners," I replied thoughtfully when I finished. "Pencils are easier, but I like how the liquid looks."

Edward watched in fascination and mild horror as I put on my fake eyelashes. Apparently, he didn't like anything to do with eyes or touching eyes. He scurried away when I rolled my eyes back to apply a pencil to the bottom eyelid at the waterline.

I put on a new red dress, throwing all my dirty clothes in his brand new washing machine for later. He was wearing a nice pair of black denim jeans and a blue button-down shirt. I put on my red stilettos, wearing heels for the first time in years. They were three inches, making my toes nearly point to the floor.

I practiced a few laps alone in the bedroom to make sure I still had the ability to walk in heels. I did, thankfully. They were uncomfortable, but I could do some things to improve that later. We would have to visit a store again soon enough. I would probably need more shampoo if anything else. I had too much hair for the little bottle I packed. I hadn't packed very well.

We went to some little hipster spot, and it was surprisingly busy. Everyone needed to get out of the house after the heavy storms. It was just after eight, and the rain had finally stopped completely. We ate a whole host of interesting flavored tacos. They were pretty good, beef and pork with lots of sliced pineapple. Afterward, we shared a basket of sopapillas and honey and some Mexican hot chocolate. We sat on the same bench at the table, his body pressed to my side as we ate and talked.

We actually sat and talked until it was almost time for them to close, the last two left in the small restaurant. We drove around a little while in his car with the windows rolled down, just to be out of the house for a little while and enjoy the cool air. When we got back to his place, we made love again, this time soft and slow. He was so desperately gentle with me, making me feel euphoric as I finally drifted off to sleep. It was a perfect end to an extremely relaxing day.

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