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8/2/2019

Episode Seventy-Seven: Adventurous

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Episode Seventy-Seven: Adventurous

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

Quickly, I applied my lipstick after brushing my teeth. When I was done, I found Edward on the loveseat outside by the pool, smoking one of his filtered joints and drinking a large glass of white wine.

“I’m not wearing anything special underneath this,” I informed him as I handed him my camera, trading him for the joint. After dancing, I changed into blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt. I took the lighter, making the end glow so I could take a long hit.

He snapped my picture as I took another. "I don't care." Edward took several more as I blew out the smoke into the air. "Take your hair down and take another hit for me."

Shaking my hair loose from my ponytail, I brought the smoke up to my lips afterward. Drawing it in deeply, I blew it in a sharp stream. I wonder what vision he had of me as a photographer. I wanted to be his perfect model in every way.

He took it back from my fingers, taking a drag himself before giving me his next command. “Take off your shirt.”

I laughed a little, picking up his glass of wine so I could take a big gulp. Then without any more hesitation, I pulled the t-shirt over my head. All the while, he took pictures. He passed me back the lit joint when I was done, and I knew what he wanted. I drew the smoke into my lungs, making the cherry glow red hot.

“You’re going to get me very high,” I kidded as I blew more smoke into the air again, running my other hand between my breasts as I did. His eyes followed my fingers, still steadily taking photos of my every action.

“Would that be such a bad thing?” He asked me curiously.

I shook my head, letting my hand slid down the front of my jeans just a little. “I think you just want to take advantage of me.”

“Go sit over there,” he dictated, pointing to the low point in his wall that had the view of the mountains on the other side. No one would be able to see us. The low light and the sky were so beautiful. “I don’t think you mind that much,” he smirked.

“Mm, I suppose not. As long as you promise to take good care of me.”

"I will. Always."

Smiling to myself, I walked to where he wanted me. I sat on the wall, looking over the beautiful view as I smoked. He obviously enjoyed taking his pictures. Passing the joint back before I reached behind me and popping off my bra, I stretched my arms above my head lazily. Tossing the garment to the ground, I pulled my hair over my shoulder as I gazed at him.

“You are a work of art,” he breathed worshipfully from his spot a few feet in front of me. He gave me back the smoke.

I giggled as I laid out on the wall, one arm above my head while I kept the joint between my fingers. Rolling just my head to the side, I looked in his direction. "Do you know how nice it is to know you think that I'm as sexy as I think you are?" I questioned, honestly. "You make me feel so beautiful and wanted. I want to be pretty for you, always."

Edward knelt down, still clicking away. I knew he was enjoying the view as much as I liked posing for him. I reached for him and took my hand for a second, bringing it to his mouth to lightly kiss.

“You are, my gorgeous girl. Now, take your jeans off for me.”

Putting the smoke between my lips, I used both hands to wiggle out my denim. He chuckled, taking pictures as I did. Finally, I dropped them to the side with my bra, pushing the smoke from my lips in a stream as I rolled to my side to look at him.

“Rest your head on your hand, with your fingers in your hair and put your other hand on your hip,” he commanded smoothly.

“I think you’d be a good photographer with some practice,” I told him softly with a smile. “You’re good at giving orders.”

His smile grew a little, looking down at the tiny screen. "Can I practice on you?"

“Anytime you want.” I took a hit before laying my hand back on my hip with the smoldering joint. Flicking the ashes carefully away from me, I had another. The smoke twisted into the air, the wind curling it in tendrils. “I feel like you’re good at knowing what you want to see, which is harder than it sounds.” He would make a good director, I decided. I could easily see that being in his future. Our future.

He smiled a little to himself. "Mm, I do know what I want to see, but I don't know how dirty you'll let me go."

“I’ll do whatever you want,” I breathed seductively. “Tell me what to do.”

Edward pushed his lips together for a moment, taking a deep breath as he looked me over with his hot gaze. He hummed in thought. “Lay back with one arm above your head, the joint in between your fingers, and play with yourself with your other hand down the front of your panties. And don’t stop until you get off,” he said in a firm voice.

Taking the dying smoke in my left hand, I stretched my arms above my head. Then slowly, I dragged my fingers down between my breasts and over my stomach. Pushing my hand into my underwear, I was instantly greeted by my wetness. I was so turned on by him and his words. I loved his intensity and his evident desire for me.

The click of the camera shutter echoed in my ears as I rubbed my clit, the wind making my bare nipples rock hard. My back arched off of the stone wall, my eyes sliding closed as I got closer and closer.

“Perfect. Keep going. Please. Please cum for me,” Edward said in a warm voice that rolled over my body.

“I love listening to you,” I gasped in confession, still working myself for his viewing pleasure. “When you asked me to dance for you earlier it turned me on so much. Your voice makes me so wet.”

“I know,” he said confidently, just turning me on more.”I can’t wait to taste you. Get nice and wet for me, love.”

“Oh, damn,” I moaned, my thighs shaking as I came. One of my legs slipped down the side of the wall, dangling off the edge.

“Mm, good girl. Now taste your fingers.” He was getting more and more sure of himself. I loved it and only wanted to encourage it. I brought them to my lips, sucking them down just like he wanted. “That’s going to be my cock in your mouth before the end of the night.”

My thighs pressed together involuntarily at his words.

“Come here, Isabella,” he finally called. I snubbed out the smoke and hopped down from the wall. Pulling me into a kiss, his free hand roughly grabbed my ass. “Go stand by the lounger and take off your panties for me.”

I knew which angle he would like the most. I walked to the long and low beach chair, facing away from him as I bent over to take off my underwear.

He came to stand a few feet away. He was still busily shooting. “Damn. I can tell much you like to pose for me. Your pussy looks so pretty like that. Such an adventurous girl, getting yourself off for me to watch. Outside even...”

“Edward,” I whimpered his name.

He smiled to himself, his desire practically swirling in his dark eyes. “You are so turned on for me. Get on your knees and get yourself off again.”

I crawled onto the softly cushioned lounger on my hands and knees, facing away from him, and he continued to take my picture the entire time. I slipped one hand between my legs and began to play with myself again, first rubbing my clit before pushing two fingers deep inside of me.

"Faster," he ordered, making me call out as I did what he wanted. "Now your clit. Play with it like I know you want to. Rub it hard for me." He moaned softly as he watched. "Oh, fuck. You are literally dripping for me, and I haven't even touched you yet. Call out my name when you cum."

It didn’t take very long to give him what he wanted. “Oh, fuck! Edward! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Edward,” I whined as I came again, bucking against my own hand.

“Turn around on your hands and knees,” he ordered, standing at the end of the chair with my camera. “Come undo my trousers.”

I smiled as I worked off his belt before freeing his rock hard erection from his boxers. He watched me intently, never stopping with the camera, as I massaged his erection. I looked up at him, holding his gaze as I put him in my mouth.

“Your lips look like they were made to wrap around my cock.”

I wasn’t sure how I could have gotten any more aroused as he took my picture while I pleasured him. I was so ready to have him inside of me. I lost myself to the sensation of him down my throat, enjoying every moment of it. I was admittedly high, but I was having an incredible time.

“Enough,” he growled, pulling me back by my hair. Carefully, he put my camera on the coffee table beside us and shoved me back onto the beach chair. He dropped to his knees in front of me, spreading my legs before shoving his face between my thighs.

“Oh!” I shrieked, too turned on to control myself. He held me still, my body wildly squirming as he pushed me as far as he could. He was making me cum over and over again just with his tongue, his fingers digging hard into my thighs. “EDWARD! Oh! FUCK! YES!”

Quickly bringing his mouth to mine, his cock slammed into me. I was beyond wet, and I was trembling under his intense fucking. My fingers latched onto his hair, yanking as I just tried to hold onto him.

"Isabella, fuck," he moaned, his big steady hand gripping my thigh. "There, oh, yes. I love fucking you like this. You feel so good. I can barely keep my cock inside of you, you squeeze me so tightly. Just like that. Fuck."

My nails dragged across his shoulders, the back of my head the only part of my body still on the lounger as I orgasmed around him. My legs were wrapped tightly around him, my body arching up so high I was pressed against his heaving chest.

“Bella,” he moaned into my neck as he came, his hands holding my body to his.

We were both sweaty, heaving, messes.

“Holy mother fucking god, Eddie. Uh.” I flopped back on the lounger, breathless and giddy. “Seriously. You make me feel so good. Damn…” I felt like there was nothing in my head, no worry or stress. “You might have actually fucked my brains out,” I playfully teased.

He chuckled as he came to lay beside me. Edward let out a ragged breath but smiled. Tugging me on top of him, he got more comfortable on the lounger. “Oh? Did you have fun?” He asked back cheekily as his fingers traced over my ass.

“I love when you take control like that so much,” I admitted. “You’ve been so dominating the past couple of days. It turns me on so much. I feel like it’s just what I need.”

Smiling a little bit to himself, he rubbed his nose against my cheek. “I’m enjoying it, too. Do you want to keep going?”

I nodded, making him smile wider. He pulled me into another kiss, his hand resting on the curve of my bare ass before he gently squeezed. “I want to do everything with you.”

"Me too," Edward breathed. We kissed for a long minute. "Tomorrow while I'm recording, I want you to edit those pictures for me, and I want you to send the best to Jasper," he whispered in my ear. He smirked at my suddenly shy expression, burying my face in his neck. "Or, would you rather me pick out which ones to send?"

“Yes,” I blushed as I said the word.

He chuckled. "Will it turn you on knowing you're editing pictures for Jasper and me?"

“Yeah,” I admitted quietly.

Edward pulled back to look at me for a moment. “But you don’t like your videos.”

“Pictures are different. I can’t hear myself.”

"Do you hate your voice that much?" He asked very seriously. I nodded, which just made him shake his head. "One day, you will realize how lovely you sound. Will you really let me record you dancing?"

"Yeah," I repeated, laughing quietly. "I like doing it for you, while in the moment, at least. I like knowing that you're going to watch it later when you're alone, and you're going to pleasure yourselves while thinking about me. You're going to play with your cocks and wish it was my fingers wrapped around you. I wonder how many times you've gotten yourselves off to the videos we sent you already," I mused.

“So many times,” he said with an embarrassed laugh in his voice. “Fuck, that was just… so incredibly… just- mmm. Fuck, everything about it. How he was touching you. Your face. Your lips. Then him in your sweet little mouth.” His hand moved over my ass as he pulled my thigh up over his growing erection. “See what thinking about it does to me?”

"Mm, yes," I replied as I slid on top of him entirely, his erection smoothly going inside of me as I did. He moaned softly. "I'm going to dance so pretty for you soon," I whispered dirtily in his ear. As much as I hated my voice, I knew he loved it, and I wouldn't deny him any pleasure he wanted. He hardened even more in me as I moved. "I'm going to wear something special for you. Do you want me to wear my birthday heels? I know you like to fuck me in them."

“Holy fuck,” he mumbled, holding onto my thighs as I bounced on top of him. His head rolled back against the cushions. “Yes, wear them for me. Your ass looks so good when you do.”

“I want you to pick out some more clothes and shoes for me to wear. Just for you.”

Edward hummed softly, his hands moving up my back. “Will you wear them out on a date for me? Some pretty little barely-there dress so I can show everyone how goddamn perfect you are?” He asked in a low tone just before smacking my ass hard.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Harder.”

He spanked me several more times, each time sharper than the last.

“Goddamn,” he moaned, hissing as his hips met my every bounce. “I feel so insatiable right now. I can’t get enough.”

Then he flipped us over so that I was on my back and my legs were over his shoulders. He held onto both of my thighs with his big hands. “Play with yourself. I need to feel it again.”

Almost as soon as my fingers moved between my legs, we both came loudly, the chair sliding back with the force. We both panted and simply stared at one another in surprise for a couple of minutes.

“So, like…” I began dryly when I could talk again. “I don’t think I can walk now. Seriously. My legs might actually be useless.”

"Give me five minutes, and I'll carry you, sweetheart," he chuckled, flopping beside me again with a huff.

“Would high fiving you be inappropriate?” I asked, making him actually giggle. “Because I feel like that is the proper way to convey my feelings. Since obviously, I can’t jump up and down right now.” He continued to laugh. I looked over at him, grinning.

“It’s not too much?” Edward asked almost worriedly, rubbing a hand over the small of my back. We were both covered in sweat.

“What? All the sex?” I asked in confusion.

He ducked his head a little. “Yeah.”

"Oh, god," I snorted indelicately. "How about this? You can fuck me whenever you have the urge, and let's see who gets tired first." He laughed again, his face going scarlet.

Slowly, he licked the corner of his mouth. “And what if I end up fucking you four or five times a day?”

I tilted my head to the side. “That’s it?”

Edward snorted loudly. Jokingly, he high fived me before slapping my ass. I laughed, pressing my face into his side.

“I am having so much fun,” he breathed out, holding me tightly before giving me another searing kiss.

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