Friends with Benefits

Chapter Forty-Five

Things I own: my sanity (though, that's debatable at times), not enough time to write and incredible friends and family!!

Things I don't: Twilight, Edward and Bella (Damn. It.)

Chapter Forty-Five

BPOV

Sashaying my hips, I leaned over the edge of the couch. Edward stood behind me. With a sharp thwack, he smacked my right ass cheek. I looked at him, scowling slightly. "You took too long," he smirked, massaging my stinging ass.

"Next thing I know, you're going to handcuff and blindfold me," I quipped as I wriggled my behind. "Fuck me, Edward."

Leaning forward, his lips were pressed to my ear. "You're not in control, Isabella," he growled huskily. I let out a shocked squeak. "I am." He gently spread my legs with his feet and he slowly slid inside of me. Like torturously slow. My body clung to his rigid cock. I was shaking uncontrollably, wanting scream out for more. His hands found my hips and he eased in and out of me.

Each stroke was perfectly timed with a wave of pleasure. I was nearly sobbing in want of his body. Inch by inch, thrust by thrust, Edward brought me to new levels of ecstasy.

"Oh, Bella. Your sweet pussy feels so amazing around my cock," he purred, his voice sounding hypnotic. "Seeing myself move in and out. So erotic."

"Edward," I cried, looking back at him. He was staring at where we were joined. "Please..."

"I want to enjoy this feeling, Bella," he murmured, caressing my sweaty back. "I want to relish your body hugging mine.Clenching around my dick." He rolled his hips. He went further inside, causing me moan loudly. "Scream out, Bella. I want to hear you beg for more."

And scream I did. However, it did nothing to increase the speed of Edward's languid thrusts in and out of my pussy. At one point, I tried to push back against him. That earned me another swat to my ass. Instead of making me mad, it made me even wetter. "Yes, baby," Edward growled. "You like it when I do this?" He smacked my butt again. I whimpered, nodding my head as my sex was clenching uncontrollably.

"Fuck, Edward, I need to come. This teasing...I'm..." I begged.

"Just feel, Bella," Edward crooned, his slow and steady rhythm unwavering. I closed my eyes and lost myself in all that I was feeling. Each thrust inside of me, Edward's cock pressed against my g-spot. With each motion, my nipples shifted on the couch. His hands were softly touching my back, making my skin erupt in goose bumps.

Then, Edward's thrusts grew more forceful. His hips were pressed flush against my ass and his dick was deep inside of my pussy. I grunted with each stroke. So did Edward and I could feel him swell inside of me. "Bella," he chanted. "So fucking amazing."

His movements stopped being so fluid and his pace increased. I clung to the couch cushions as my body began to quiver and shake. My pussy was pulsating around his arousal and I knew that this entire moment was one huge orgasm. Never in my life had I felt this way. Edward just knew what to do to make me turn into a quivering mess.

Whether it be hard and fast, like last night.

Or slow and sensual like tonight.

Edward's arms stopped their movements on my back and he roughly grabbed my hips. Still going slowly, he slammed inside of me. There was so much power behind his movement that couch shifted. However, that didn't thwart Edward's hips. He grunted and groaned with each stroke, filling me with every inch of his perfect arousal. "BELLA!" he bellowed as his movements stopped and he collapsed against my back. His dick was pulsating within me. His own orgasm caused my own to burn through me and I whimpered in complete physical pleasure.

We stayed leaning against the couch arm until he grew soft and slipped out of me. Edward moved my hair and pressed a kiss behind my ear. I shuddered when he pulled away. However, it wasn't long before I was gathered in Edward's arms on his lap in the oversized chair in the corner. He covered me with a blanket, rubbing my back. His nose was nuzzling my hair as he tried to calm down. "Is it bad that I want you this much?"

"I'm the one who sent you a text of my panties," I snickered, looking at him.

"Which you owe me," he countered, arching a brow.

"Why do you want my dirty skivvies?" I laughed.

"Because, I want a physical reminder of how turned on you were while you texted me," he replied.

"Fine, only if you take a picture of your semi-hard cock when you're having a pervy fantasy about me," I countered. "I sure as hell don't want your dirty drawers!"

"Such a romantic, Bells," Edward snorted as he scooped me over his shoulder. "Let's shower. I'm a sweaty mess." Giggling, I smacked his bare ass he carried me up the stairs, which earned me another smack. And like that, I was turned on.

A/N: Slow and sensual...just feel every inch. Hmmmmm...

Switching to Edward next chapter. How is he taking all of this? Leave me some!

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