The Halloween Fair: Part Four

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Part Four

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I must have been in a drug-induced state. Or, perhaps, knocked into a coma when I tripped in that haunted house. Because I was having another fabulous dream. I was snuggling in a strong pair of arms, the owner of which smelled like heaven. I wasn't sure what time it was, but I knew that it was too early to be awake. It was still dark outside. I probably hadn't been asleep for too long, a couple of hours or so at most. 

I shifted a bit in Edward's arms and gazed upon his face. He was completely relaxed, his features smooth of any lines in his sleep. Sliding my fingers over his chest, I felt the muscles underneath. He was perfectly sculpted and probably worked out every day. I was so unworthy of his attention. 

Honestly, I don't know what came over me. All of a sudden, I wanted him badly. Maybe I wanted to prove that it was real and that if I touched him, he wouldn't just disappear. Perhaps I needed to know that he wanted me too. It was probably just my teenage hormones. I pressed my lips to his neck, kissing and tasting his soft skin. I spoiled it with attention, sucking gently. 

Edward slowly started to respond, his head falling back as his hands gripped my waist. “Bellllaaa... what are you doing?” He moaned, drawing out my name. 

“Kissing you. Is that okay?” I asked, not really stopping. He wasn't pushing me away, so I took that as a good sign. I slid one of my hands up the back of his shirt and dragged my nails downwards. 

“Yesss....” He gasped, his hands sliding up my sides. 

I let my lips travel to his ear to suck the lobe gently between my lips. I flicked my tongue against it playfully, experimenting with my new-found... talents. If you could call them that. Edward sure could. His palms traveled over the sides of my breasts, his thumbs brushing against the undersides of them. I hissed in pleasure, having never been touched like that before. I didn't know where the confidence came from, but I decided to enjoy it. 

“How is this for staying warm?”

“I'm hot, that's for sure,” he groaned out. “Not- not that I... oh... I want you to stop, but what- what brought this on?” He stammered out, his stomach muscles jumping as my fingers grazed them. 

“I want to make sure that you're real,” I told him honestly. 

“Oh, I'm real and really...” he trailed off, unable to finish his words as my lips suckled on his neck. “Bella, are you sure that you're real?”

I giggled. “Of course, I am. Why wouldn't I be?”

“You're gorgeous, and I can't believe that I didn't realize you sat beside me last year. I am such an idiot. I can't believe how unobservant I am. If I had known, I would have been crawling behind you, begging for your attention.”

I probably should haven't laughed, but it was so ridiculous. I mean, he was Edward Cullen. He turned down girls on a weekly basis when we were in school. I couldn't believe that he would want me, in any form or fashion, then or now. 

“I think that you need your eyes checked.”

“You may be right. I should have gotten them checked last year,” he answered, deciding to take control. Edward lowered his mouth to my shoulder. He was so gentle and sweet. “Why didn't I notice you?” He asked again, mostly to himself.

“There isn't much to notice,” I told him honestly. It didn't bother me. I knew that it was the truth. 

“Then why did I want to cart you off, caveman style, up to my room the moment that I opened the door this afternoon?” He teased against my skin.

“I would have let you,” I laughed, pushing my hands further underneath his maroon University of Washington shirt. 

“So...” He started, gently shoving me onto my back. “If I brought you up here and threw you on the bed...” He crawled on top of me, straddling my waist. “You would have been okay with it?”

I giggled, nodding my head. “I don't know why you'd want to. But, oh yes, it would have been more than okay.”

“Bella, I have a question...” He trailed off a bit shyly. “Do you really like me?”

I felt like screaming 'well duh, you idiot!' but that would have been rude, and I didn't want him to stop. “Of course. What's not to like?”

“A lot of things,” he spoke in a sad little voice. 

“I can't think of a single reason not to. But why do you ask?” I pressed as I ran my hands over his spine. 

“Well, I was flirting earlier and-”

“You were flirting with me?!” I shouted out a little too loudly in the darkness. I didn't mean to interrupt him, it just seemed like my mouth was working without me.

“Apparently not very well,” he muttered sourly. 

“I just thought you were being your normal charming self,” I elaborated with a little smile. Edward Cullen was flirting with me. It just wasn’t in my head. I had to keep myself from doing a little dance. 

“Ha, I've been called a lot of things, and charming isn't usually one of them,” he remarked with a bit of a laugh. He was sitting up now, still straddling my waist. I let my hands settle on his hips lightly. 

“I've always thought you were.” 

“How could you, though? From what it appears, I was a blind jackass who probably didn't say three words to you. And you know something? I have never put this much effort into flirting in my life. Honestly, I don't think that I've wanted anyone to like me so badly,” he admitted. I could tell that he blurted out more than he meant to. It was cute, though, and I liked knowing that I wasn't the only one that did that. 

“You want me to like you?” I questioned with a cheerful grin. I let my arms stretch over my head, letting them rest in that position. 

“God, yes. When I first saw you, I had to catch my breath. It felt like someone punched me in the face. I was just so blown away.”

“I looked like a snow beast,” I laughed, repeating the words that I had thought earlier. “And it's good to know the feeling that a person gets when they see me. Punched in the face? I should wear a sign to warn people,” I teased. 
“You're a sassy one, aren't you?” He mused as he ran his hands over my exposed midriff. 

“Am not,” I replied stubbornly, making Edward laugh. “Okay, maybe a bit. So, you really were flirting with me?” I confirmed, still not believing it.

I could practically see him roll his eyes in the dark. “I did that bad of a job? I almost kissed you like six times before I finally worked up the courage to. I need to work on my skills a little.”

“Oh, so you were going to kiss me! I thought that I was going crazy!” I murmured, putting my hand to my forehead. It felt like I had a fever I was so warm. 

“Yes, in the car. After the teddy bear. A couple of other times,” he insisted softly. 

“I wish that you would have,” I told him quietly as I brought my hands to his knees on either side of my thighs. I let them move slowly up until I was sliding my palms over his hips again. 

“Me, too,” he answered, leaning down with my fingers still on his waist. He lowered his mouth to mine, and sweetly began to kiss me. “Now, I will. Every chance that I get if you let me.”

I touched his cheek, feeling the little of stubble there. What was he saying? What did he want? I mean, I would take whatever I could get from him, but I had to know, just to keep myself from getting in too deep. Like that was possible. “What is every chance that you get?” I pushed, hoping that he would understand my meaning. 

“Weekends, holidays, school breaks.”

“Edward, you live in Seattle now. Do you really want to drive all that way to see me?” 

“No, I go to school in Seattle. I live in Forks. I don’t mind. Besides, I would be here anyway. Well breaks and such,” he explained. I felt a little deflated. He wanted me to be his... I couldn't think of a nice way to word it. Booty call... back at home. I guess that I should have figured. 

“If that's what you want...” The sadness was practically dripping from my voice. 

“But, sweetheart, there will always be phone calls and emails. I don't have class on Fridays, so we'd have the full weekend,” he added quickly, rubbing his thumb across my cheek. “If that's what you want.”

“Okay...” I said with a sigh. 

“Tell me what's the matter. You seem so sad right now,” Edward pressed gently as he shifted so that he was lying beside me. 

“Well, It's just that honestly, I don't have that much experience. With guys or sex, or dating. Or hooking up. Really, anything,” I awkwardly cleared my throat. “And I really like you. More than I should, and probably more than you'll ever like me. And I don't know if-” I was cut off by his lips, which crashed passionately into mine. 

“Bella, what do you think that I want from you?” He asked as he pulled back. I kind of shrugged and shook my head as I looked away, blushing. “I think that you misunderstand me. I don't want a fuck buddy,” he said the words with sarcastic disdain dripping from his lips. “I was thinking more of the lines of being my girlfriend. And I don't think that is possible.”

“What is possible?” I inquired a little stupidly. 

“That you like me more.” I laughed at the absurdity of that statement. He had no idea, and I wasn't going to inform him of my severe crush any time soon. He seemed a little confused at first but smiled, leaning his forehead against mine. “Is that a yes? Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

I nodded my head, causing his grin to brighten considerably. He kissed my nose, lips, cheeks, and chin so that he let his lips linger at every spot. I moaned softly when he pecked at my throat, my hand tangling with his hair. 

“That feels good...” I breathed out. 

He placed his hand on the other side of my neck, his large palm covering it completely. He gently turned my head to the side and lowered his mouth to my skin. Lightly kissing it, Edward's hot breath flowed over my throat. I was on fire. 

My hands went to his hips, going underneath his shirt. His stomach was perfect. I dragged my nails across it, causing him to shiver. Smiling at the reaction, I wanted to see if I could get it again. I went further, almost to his pecs. I repeated the action, but this time earning a drawn-out moan. He leaned up suddenly and crossed his arms in front of his chest. It took me a second to figure out what he was doing. He peeled off his shirt and tossed it to the side. 

I had an almost irresistible urge to sit up and lick him like an ice cream cone. But I wasn't sure how that would go over, though. I didn't know where to touch. But I knew that I wanted to kiss him everywhere. Before he could come back down, I sat up and wrapped my arms around his waist to keep from falling backward. Pressing my face against his chest, I breathed his scent in deeply. I kissed it several times, his arms wrapping around me as he buried his face in my hair. 

Finally, I gave in to my urge and licked him once. Much to my surprise, he moaned into my curls as his breathing got a little heavier. “God, Bella, do you know what you're doing to me?”

“Tell me,” I said, my unusual confidence still hanging around. 

“You’re making me want to lick you too,” he whispered into my ear, causing a heavy blush to come across my cheeks. No one had ever said anything so sexual to me before. I whimpered, leaning my body against him for support. 

He brought his hand to my chin again, lifting it so that I could look up at him. He kissed me lightly, seeming a little sad around the edges. “I'm sorry. I'm going too fast again.”

I shook my head, biting my lip. “Edward, if you make me feel uncomfortable, I will let you know. I promise.”

“Will you?” He mused, playing with a strand of my hair. “I don't think that I could live with myself if I hurt you.”

“You won't,” I smiled at his sweetness. I craned my neck so that I touched my lips to his again. He was so lovely and gentle. He laid me back carefully, still on top of me. 

I had never been kissed the way that he did as he laid on top of me. Well, obviously. He was my first. But unlike earlier, it was calm, delicate, and slow. There was no need to rush. I had to tell myself to remain calm as my fingers twisted into his perfect bronze locks. 

“You are a spectacular kisser,” he informed me after he caught his breath. “I can't get enough of you.”

I blushed brightly. “You're just saying that.”

“Um, no,” he smirked a little. “You turn me on so much,” he swore.

“I’m not sure how,” I breathed.

“What do I have to do to show you that I want you?” Edward asked with a heavy sigh. I could tell he was swiftly becoming a bit frustrated with my disbelief. “Love, let me show you something...” He trailed off, taking my hand. When he placed it on the front of his pants, I let out a gasp. He was solid as a rock and bigger than I realized. I felt him when he was rubbing against me earlier, but touching him like this was totally different. “I am this way because of you. Because you’re beautiful and sexy, and I want you.”

“Wow...” I stated in an airy tone. Without my permission, my fingers wrapped around him through the thin fabric. He groaned softly, instantly becoming just a little harder in my hand. He lowered his mouth to my neck and began to kiss it again, almost like he was trying to keep it busy. I continued to stroke him, getting rougher as his mouth started to become more demanding. I would probably have a hickey in the morning. That was more than fine with me. 

His hand slipped between us and slid over my breast. He squeezed it gently, massaging it through my shirt. I instantly responded to his touch, my nipples becoming firmer. 

For some reason that I couldn't understand, he pulled my hand away from his pants. I was about to ask what he was doing when he slid down my body. After nuzzling my breast for a moment, he wrapped his lips around my pebble-like nipple through my shirt. Moaning, I brought my hand to the back of his head. I had never felt so good as his warm mouth soaked the fabric. He pinched, pulled, sucked, and kissed for several fantastic minutes. 

“Oh, Edward...” I whimpered his name, my back arching slightly. 

It took me a moment to realize what his hand was doing. He gently cupped the warmth between my legs through the thin cloth of my shorts. My hips bucked into his hand, the grip on the back of his neck becoming tighter. 

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice husky in a way that I had never heard before. It was beyond sexy, and I felt myself become wetter than I already was. 

“More,” I pleaded, not knowing what he could give me. I would take it all. I just wanted to have him touching me this way. Forever. 

He slowly lifted my shirt and lowered his mouth to my exposed breast. But instead of kissing it, he ran the tip of his nose over my nipple before he let his lips leave feather-light kisses around the edges. I could feel the stubble on his chin, scratching me in the most sensual way. Making sure to give it equal attention, he moved to the other breast as his hand still cupped me. “Is this what you want?” Edward asked in a voice that was pure velvet. 

I pulled him up so that our mouths could meet, my lips moving fiercely against his. Once again, I found his stiffness just waiting for me. I wrapped my fingers around it eagerly as our tongues moved together. His hand touched in time with mine, pressing his palm against the soaking need that I had. I pushed my hips forward, wanting to feel more. 

Edward seemed to understand what I needed. His perfect hand moved down the front of my shorts and slid one of his long fingers along my wetness. I let out a loud hiss of surprise, jumping a bit. 

He began to pull away. “Did I hurt you?” 

“No,” I panted. “And if you stop, I will punch you in the face.”

As he chuckled at my choice of words, his hand returned to its position. “Just because you made me feel that way doesn't mean that I want you to actually do it.”

“Then you better not stop,” I simpered, looking up at him innocently. The smile that made me attracted to him in the first place made an appearance. Edward began to kiss the corners of my mouth as he slid a finger across my tender skin once more. I was so sensitive already, and he had just started. 

“Is this okay?” He questioned gently as he continued his stroking.

“It's wonderful.” My voice was just a whisper. 

When I had done this at home alone, it never felt like what he was doing. It was ten times better. His hands were larger and far more firm. I knew what to touch, but he didn't. Yet he still seemed to bring stars into my vision. It was like he was meant to be doing these things to me. 

I had to grab something. Just hold on to anything, or I would lose it too quickly. I didn't want him to stop, ever. I wasn't sure if it would happen again, and I had to draw the moment out. So, my hand snatched the first thing it found, which just happened to be him. Edward moaned against my breast, taking in a deep breath. With my fingers securely wrapped around his erection, I slowly began to match his speed. I wondered briefly if the fabric between us was making it better or worse. I couldn't help but think that skin on skin would be better. 

“Edward?” 

“Yes, love?” He inquired in a soft voice, almost airy. His head was resting on my chest, breathing heavily against it as we played with each other. It was more erotic than I could have imagined. 

“Take off your pants...” I suggested, trailing off hopefully. His head snapped up, looking at me for a long moment. “I want to touch you like you're touching me, and it's kind of hard to do with them on,” I explained, a heavy blush coming over my cheeks. 

“You don't have to do that. I just want to make you happy.”

“It'll make me happy if you let me. Please?” I quietly begged. He actually seemed to be thinking about it for a minute. “I'll show you mine if you show me yours,” I teased. 

He laughed a bit, placing a little kiss on my stomach. “I just don't want to make you uncomfortable.”

Huffing, I felt a bit frustrated. I knew what I wanted, and I thought that he could tell. I lifted my hips and tugged my shorts and underwear down quickly. Edward took in a sharp breath. I wasn't sure how to take it, but then his fingers, which was still resting in between my legs, stroked me. They flicked across the sensitive bud there. I moaned softly, arching my back. 

“Take off your pants. I want to touch you, Edward. Please?” I asked again. He groaned at the words, his eyes becoming a little glazed over. I lifted one of my hands to his side, tugging his sleep pants some. He finally gave in, pulling them off. He wasn't wearing anything underneath. I sucked in a deep breath, biting my bottom lip. 

“What?” He questioned in surprise, coming to sit on his knees beside me. 

“I didn’t realize that you were going to be so beautiful.”

He laughed. “Stop trying to stroke my ego. You’ve already gotten my pants off.” 

I decided to play with him a little. Just having the thought in my hand made me a tiny bit dizzy. It was probably partly the painkillers from earlier, but I didn't care. I was really enjoying it. I wrapped my fingers around him, unable to circle him completely.

“Who said anything about stroking your ego?”

He moaned louder than I thought possible. Edward leaned forward, capturing my lips in an almost desperate kiss. With his hands on either side of my face, it became even more intense. I could tell that the mood had suddenly shifted but in a good way. It wasn't playfully anymore, but something more. 

As he pulled away, he whispered, “stop.”

He took my hand from around him and brought it to his lips. Kissing my palm, he moved so that he was almost on top of me. I felt his hardness pressing against my stomach, and I wondered how he would be able to fit inside me. 

“Does it not feel good?”

“It feels fantastic. But if you keep doing that, I'm going to make a mess on your beautiful chest. And I'm pretty sure that you wouldn't like that.”

I lowered my hand to him again, the other that he was holding going to his cheek. He looked into my eyes, his gaze heated. My fingertips slipped into his hair once more, tugging him to my mouth. Before our lips crashed together, I breathed, “touch me.”

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