The One That Got Away

Chapter Eight

For those of you who read the Get Your Southern On contest entries, this is my contribution. I am tickled at the results ... first place in public vote and third place for the judge's choice. I've decided to break this up into smaller, drabblish chapters and it will be continued. The contest contribution is the first six or so chapters, roughly. I don't know how long it will be, but I do have it planned. Thank you to Bridget for betaing this for me and for Clo, who created the banner.

Thank you for those of you who have read this! I hope you continue to do so! Without further ado ...

Bella ran her fingers down his slightly stubbled cheek, staring him and giving him a seductive, sexy smile. "Show me," she said. She reached into his pocket and took out the hotel key. "Show me, Edward."

With a hasty goodbye to Angela and Ben, Edward and Bella went up to the suite he'd reserved. As they rode up the elevator, Bella grew more anxious while Edward was trying to keep his carnal desires at bay. He knew that Bella was inexperienced and he didn't want to scare her. He wanted to cherish her, show her how much he cared; how much he loved her.

He did love her and loved her since high school when they were partnered together in biology.

Arriving at the suite he'd reserved, Edward helped Bella inside. She walked into the room, staring at the funky but lavishly decorated suite. She tossed her purse onto the couch and ran her fingers along the bed. Edward removed his suit coat and loosened his tie, watching her with rapt attention. Her body was so lithe and graceful. She turned around, looking at Edward shyly. His heart nearly burst seeing her innocence and her blooming trust in him.

"There are no expectations for tonight, Bella," Edward said, crossing to her and taking her in his arms. "We can just cuddle, sleep together ..."

"I've dreamt of being with you," Bella murmured, her fingers running along his arms. "Feeling your lips against mine, being held by you, and making love to you."

"I want you that more than anything, love," Edward whispered, his hands moving up to her face. "And I want to make love to you." He leaned down, tenderly brushing his lips against hers. She whimpered, threading her fingers into his soft, thick hair. He used her whimper to slide his tongue between her sweet, succulent lips. He ran his hands down her body, pulling her close to his. There was no space between the two of them. Every inch of their bodies was pressed together. Bella reveled in the feeling his muscular body against hers, shocked at the hardness she felt against her stomach.

Edward did not have a pencil dick like Jake.

And why are you comparing the two? Bella mentally chided.

Edward wanted to feel more of her silky smooth skin. He wanted to know everything about her. He wanted to kiss every inch of her body, discovering if she was as sweet as her kisses. He bent down, sweeping Bella into his arms and carrying her to the huge king-sized bed in the suite. Lying down onto the covers, their kisses went from tender and gentle to something more carnal. Edward reached behind Bella, sliding down the zipper to her sexy, but elegant dress.

She took that as an invitation to begin unbuttoning Edward's shirt. His chest was sprinkled with a smattering of chest hair, reminding her that he was not the teenage boy that she desired, loved. He was all man. A man that she wanted more than the boy she knew. Pushing the shirt over his muscular shoulders, they broke away from their heated kisses. Edward shirked his shirt while Bella slid her dress off her body, leaving her in nothing but a pair of lacy black panties.

He didn't look at her body. Not yet. He wanted to take in all of it when she was completely naked. He gathered her in his arms, pressing her bare chest to his. Fuck, he moaned, reveling in the perfection of her breasts against him. He kissed her lips until she was breathless. Then, he kissed down her neck, inhaling her sweet, clean scent before sucking behind her ear. Bella was squirming, rubbing her thighs together. She was trying to reach the belt buckle of his pants, needing more. Keeping his lips on her neck and moving down to her collarbone, he made quick work of his pants, sliding them down his long legs. Pressing a muscular thigh between her legs, he was shocked at how wet she was. The heat coming from her pussy was scorching.

"Edward," she gasped, her hands tightening in his hair.

"Do you want more, love?" he asked, looking into her espresso colored eyes. They were rheumy with desire. Her chest was heaving and her blush, which normally painted her cheeks in a soft pink, had traveled down her neck to her perfect breasts.

"Please," she begged, crashing her lips to his. He was shocked at the power behind the kiss. Bella had almost been submissive and tentative. Now, she was taking charge. Edward liked – no, like wasn't the right word – he loved it.

His hand moved down her rib cage before cupping her breast. Palming it with his large hand, he twisted her nipple, making her rock against his leg. Her wetness was spilling out from her panties and he wanted, needed to taste her. His lips moved from her mouth and he took her nipple into his mouth.

Bella let out a tiny squeak, shocked that he would do that. Her literary lovers were attentive, thinking of the woman's needs before theirs, but Jake was all about his own release. He thought little about Bella or her own release. Edward seemed to be the opposite. His tongue was swirling around her nipple while his hands were caressing her skin, teasing along the waistband of her barely-there panties. When he moved his mouth to her other breast, his hand slipped into her panties. His warm hand cupped her sex possessively. Bella came almost immediately.

"So wet, sweetness," Edward purred against her alabaster skin. "I want you. I want my mouth on you."

"Fuck," she blurted, her hands gripping the comforter.

Edward smiled, hearing her curse. Taking it as his cue, he kissed down her lithe, sexy body and pulled her panties off her. She was perfection. Her body was curvy but slender. She had breasts with dusty rose nipples, standing at attention, needing more. Her waist was tiny, gently sloping out to her hips. Between her legs, she had a small nest of curls, making her look like a woman. Edward ran his fingertips along the seam of her legs before spreading them to see all of her.

Bella was embarrassed when Edward spread her thighs. No one, beside her gynecologist, had seen her so intimately. His eyes were dilated and he was licking his lips, preparing to feast on her. He looked up at her, giving her a seductive, crooked grin before pressing a soft kiss to her pussy. Bella bit her lip as his tongue swirled around her clit, delving between her lips and tasting her. It was the most amazing, erotic thing she'd ever experienced. This was nothing like she'd described in her novels.

It was more.

Making love was special, but this was far more intimate.

Edward was lost to the sweet, succulent flavor exploding on his tongue. With his ex-wife, she hated when he went down on her, but it was something he loved. Tasting Bella, feeling how responsive she was, made him impossibly hard. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect to be here, with her, like this. Her legs were spread, grinding her sex against his face as he eagerly lapped her dripping sex. Flicking her clit, he pressed two fingers inside. She was so tight, hugging him. Edward growled, pumping his hand inside of her. He couldn't wait until it was his cock.

It had been too long since he'd last made love to a woman. After the twins were born, Tanya refused him and was seeking her own attention elsewhere. Edward didn't want to just fuck around, so he became a monk, essentially. His life revolved around his job and his kids. Tonight, it would be like losing his virginity all over again, but with the right girl. The perfect, dream girl that should have been his from the beginning.

"Edward ... oh, God," Bella moaned, her hips bucking against his face. "I'm ..."

He didn't need her to finish her statement. He knew. Her essence was spilling out of her unhindered and her muscles between her legs were quaking with each thrust of his fingers. He curled them inside, suckling on her clit. Bella's moans turned into grunts and her fingers tangled into his hair, keeping his face pressed between her legs. With another twist of his hand, her orgasm zipped through her, causing her to lose control and scream. Edward kept his mouth on her, tasting every ounce of her release as it coated his tongue, dribbling down his hand and arm.

She collapsed onto the bed as the torrents of ecstasy waned. She was panting heavily, covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her orgasms were never that intense when she used her vibrator.

A piece of plastic is not the real thing, Swan.

A/N: Hmmmm, seriously, I want this with my high school crush. Dayum.