Before I inserted my key into the ignition of my car, I stared at myself in the rearview mirror and assessed my day.
Wake up late and get chastised by super bitchy boss for arriving at work forty-five minutes after your scheduled start time?
Check.
Have the worst workday you’ve ever endured in all of your twenty-four years, complete with broken heels and probably a dysfunctional cell phone?
Check.
Have all your friends flake on you, thereby resulting in your being incredibly pissed off?
Check.
Agree to have a threesome with two people you don’t know but find massively attractive, one of whom is female?
Check.
What. The. Hell?
Me. The girl who never went home with anybody was going home with not one but two somebodies. And even though I was definitely uncertain as to how the portions of the evening that included Rosalie would go, I wasn’t willing to bail on them and go home.
My mind flickered back to Edward. The man was astoundingly sexy, and he hadn’t even been trying. I wondered if I would be reduced to a useless puddle of goo when he was putting forth some effort.
Probably, if the pulsating heat I was feeling between my legs was any indication.
I thought about the way it had felt to be pressed against him, and I felt a shiver make its way up my spine. My eyes fluttered closed, and my breath stopped at the mere idea of his lips on me again, his hands caressing more than my fingers. I groaned to myself.
And then there was Rose.
So-beautiful-I-feel-inadequate-looking-at-her Rosalie.
I had no idea how, or why, or even where the desire came from, but I wanted her. I didn’t know what to do with a girl. I had no idea how to approach sex with a girl. All I knew was that I wanted it, and I wanted it with Rosalie, and that was that.
I was amazed at how simple this whole thing had become in my head, and how, despite my uncertainty regarding Rose, I had no second thoughts. I would go to 8th and Congress, take the elevator to Edward’s condo, and do whatever they asked of me.
Whatever they asked.
There was no doubt in my mind.
Glancing at the clock, I realized fifteen minutes had passed since I walked out of the bar. Fifteen minutes of staring at myself, wondering what the hell I was doing…and wishing I knew a way to make time pass more quickly. I exhaled loudly and put the key in the ignition. The engine roared to life, and I swallowed as I headed in the direction of Congress Avenue. The drive would take only minutes, and I wondered how I’d find his unit.
And what Rose was bringing from her apartment.
After a short drive, I parked in a free lot across the street from the Cullen Condominiums. I checked my appearance in the rear-view mirror once more before reaching for my clutch. As I closed my door and hit the lock button on my key ring, I realized my hands felt strangely empty without an overnight bag.
“Aw, damn,” I mused aloud. “I don’t have any clothes.” Or a toothbrush.
Of course you don’t, you moron. It’s not like you planned this …
My mental self-assault was interrupted by Rosalie’s soft interjection. “You don’t have to worry about that, Bella,” she assured me.
I turned to face the direction of her voice, and she walked up to me, her hips swaying gently. She contoured her hand to my cheek as she continued speaking, “I picked up some things of mine that I haven’t worn yet in case you want to stay for the entire night.” She was holding a large black bag. Her eyes were boring into mine, and I noticed they were flecked with a blue so dark it was nearly black. “Is that alright?”
I nodded, my throat suddenly dry.
She grinned and dipped her head toward the building. “Let’s go,” she commanded, and I followed.
Whatever they ask, I thought to myself.
We stepped into the lush décor of Edward’s complex. The floors were marble, and the walls were a soft shade of blue. Vases of fresh flowers were arranged on tables, filling the room with a sweet fragrance despite the vaulted ceiling. I realized I was stupidly admiring the chandeliers overhead when the concierge’s voice brought me back to the reality of what I had come here for.
I looked over to see him smiling at Rose as he greeted her. “Rose! How are you? Coming to spend your Friday night the usual way?”
We were facing him, our backs toward the door. Rose responded, all prim and proper sounding as she lied through her teeth. “Hello, Damien. Yes, Edward and I are just going to watch a movie, and I thought I’d bring a friend.” As she said ‘friend,’ she placed a warm hand on my lower back, and I bit my lip against the moan threatening to escape.
What was this woman doing to me?
“Oh, that’s excellent,” the older man said. “You tell him I said hello.”
Her charming smile never wavered, and she replied, “I’ll do just that. You have a good night, Damien.” She looked at me with a playful smile. “This way, Bella.”
We walked toward the elevator and entered it. Uncertain of what to do, I leaned against the wall. Rose pressed the floor for the penthouse and just as I was about to make some witty remark about the movie Pretty Woman, she rendered me speechless.
With my back pressed against the wall, she stepped in front of me, leaning in so her body pressed lightly against mine, and whispered softly in my ear, “I’m so glad you came, Bella.” Her breath was hot and sweet against my neck, and my hand found its way to her waist.
The elevator continued its slow ascent, and she placed her left hand near my hip, wrapping her fingers around the bar I was resting against, and angled her face near mine so that her lips were inches—no, centimeters—away from mine.
“Rose,” I whispered, unsure of what to do or say, though my thumb was gently tracing the peak of her hip.
“Bella,” she responded with a sexy smirk. Keeping her eyes on mine as long as possible, she leaned her head to the right and pressed her lips to my neck a single time.
This time I didn’t try to stop the quiet moan that poured from my mouth, and my eyes fluttered closed as she pulled back to rest her forehead against mine, her fingers playing gently with my hair. It was a surprisingly intimate gesture – sweet and vulnerable – and it left me breathing her name.
For someone who’d never entertained the thought of being with a woman, I was definitely enjoying it thus far, and we hadn’t even done anything.
Oh fuck me.
I want her.
“Mmm,” Rose hummed and stepped away from me just as the elevator signaled our arrival to the top floor of the building. She looked at me and extended her hand. “Ready?”
I nodded and slipped my hand into hers without a second thought. She led me to the door and knocked only once. Edward answered with a soft, “Hello,” as his eyes danced, making a slow journey along my body. Taking his cue, I let my eyes drink him in.
He’d removed his polo shirt and was standing in only his pants and a tight undershirt. I could see the definition of his chest through the thin cotton of the gray t-shirt and when he lifted his left hand to run his fingers through his hair, I was awarded a peek of his abs.
Fuck. Me.
After that little scene in the elevator with Rose, the sight of Edward’s naked torso was all it took to get me more than a little hot and bothered. I cleared my throat and noticed Edward staring at me. He didn’t move his eyes as he quietly asked us inside.
“I’m going to throw this in your room, Eddie,” Rosalie said.
He nodded, never glancing her way. “Sure, Rose. Go ahead.”
We were left alone, and I stepped onto the hardwood flooring of his kitchen. “So, how do you know Rosalie?” I asked.
He came toward me, and I leaned against the counter. Edward placed his hands on the counter on either side of me, leaning close as he responded. “Rose is my best friend. We met five years ago, and we’ve been inseparable ever since.” I raised my eyebrows, silently asking him to continue. A slow smile formed on his lips. “She’s a realtor for the complex,” he said simply.
“Did she lease you this condo?” I started to cross my arms before I realized he was far too close, so I rested my hands on the counter just to the outside of his.
A sly smile formed on his lips. “No, I own this place.”
A look of genuine surprise appeared on my face. “Wow. I hope you don’t mind my asking, but what is it you do to be able to afford all of this?” I gestured with both of my hands, and when I let them fall again, he slid his hands atop mine, the wider angle bringing him even closer. “Isn’t this one of the most expensive communities downtown?”
Rose entered the kitchen. “No, Bella. You’re misunderstanding him.” She walked over to us and leaned on the counter next to me. “He means he owns the whole thing. The entire complex. This is Edward Cullen.”
For a second I forgot the unusual way I’d agreed to spend my evening and focused only on this new information. “Edward Cullen.”
He looked at me, his eyes mischievous again. “In the flesh.” He glanced at Rose and then back at me. “Speaking of …”
He leaned toward me, tilting his head to lightly kiss my neck just beneath my jaw. His tongue lingered on my skin, tracing a line to my ear, where he whispered lowly, “Shall we?”
My body had responded to his kiss, my head tilting reflexively to give him more room. A soft sigh passed my lips when he straightened, but he slid his hand to the small of my back, pulling me to his chest. For the first time, his excitement was evident as I felt his erection pressing against my hip, and I pulled him closer, excited by his obvious arousal. An errant thought reminded me that Rose was here, too, and that I didn’t know how this was all going to work, but I pushed it away before I could become distracted.
Whatever they ask, Bella.
I nodded once in response to his question, and Rose took my hand while Edward pulled me to his side, his strong arm wrapping around my waist. The three of us walked to the bar at the end of the kitchen, and it was then that I noticed his condo was expansive. The ceilings were incredibly high, large windows made up most of the far wall, and the décor was modern and chic. Edward Cullen had taste.
Of course he does. He picked you.
Shut up for a second, please.
We stood there for a moment before I spoke. “What’s going on?” I asked.
Edward cleared his throat. “Uh…well…Rose and I thought a shot might help us all relax a little and make getting this started a little easier.”
I looked at the two of them, and it hit me:
They were more nervous than they let on. Here I was, thinking I was a prude for wondering how this would go, but when I really thought about it, Rose and Edward were the ones who had more to lose if this ended badly. They were friends. If this went awry, they would have more shit to deal with, but I could go on like it never happened.
Except that she’s making you question a lot of assumptions about yourself.
And you want to taste her.
And you want him inside of you.
Badly.
I swallowed hard as that thought surfaced. I couldn’t argue against any of it. I could not, in fact, go on like it never happened. I knew it, even then.
Rose opened the whiskey bottle. “Should we make it a double?”
Both Edward and I nodded. She poured the shots and twisted the cap back on the bottle of Jack. Then, she handed out the shots and held hers up. “To tonight,” she said quietly.
“Tonight,” Edward and I both mumbled, and as the whiskey burned its way down my throat, I felt a tiny bit of my uncertainty slip away.
After the three of us sat our shot glasses back on the counter, Edward stepped in front of us and led the way into his room. When he reached the door, he stopped short. “Ladies first,” he said, gesturing with his right hand for us to enter.
Rose walked in, but he pulled me by the arm to him. We walked forward a few steps and he closed the door behind us. Edward moved behind me then, so that my back was to his chest, and wrapped his arms around me, gingerly placing his palms flat on my stomach. His hair tickled my face as he pressed his lips to the skin of my neck and nibbled my ear again, making me inhale deeply through my mouth and let my head roll back so that it rested against his shoulder.
I turned my face toward him, finding his lips with my own and slowly, he caressed my tongue with his as our lips parted.
Holy shit, he tastes good, I thought. All cinnamon and spices.
His right hand moved slowly up my torso, brushing my breast before he cupped my cheek. Our kiss intensified, and he sucked lightly on my tongue, making me moan before he pulled away. Stepping in front of me, he pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. My eyes were drawn to the smooth planes of his chest, trailing down to focus on the V-shaped muscles revealed by his low-slung pants.
Fuck. Me.
My own hands moved to my waist to untuck my shirt, but Rosalie’s soft voice called out, “Let me do that, please…”
Edward glanced in her direction, but his eyes quickly focused on me again. I let my gaze follow the sound of her voice as Edward stepped behind me again and wrapped his arms around my waist, lightly running his fingers along the smooth line where my shirt and skirt met.
I felt the force of his eyes on me, but I couldn’t turn to him because the perfect embodiment of the feminine form was standing before me clad in nothing but lingerie and heels.
I could do nothing but stare, my lips parting as I took her in.
She wore a deep blue corset that stopped midway down her stomach. It was a demi cup and had ribbon along the upper seam of the bra. More ribbon curved over her shoulders, holding the corset in place and creating the most tantalizing cleavage I’d ever seen.
What? Are you seriously checking out her rack?
Yes. Shut the fuck up.
My eyes swept along the gentle curve of her waist and stopped at her panties. They were hip huggers, and the top seam was lined with the same ruffle as the corset top. She shifted, moving her right hand to her hip as she stared back at me.
Edward had barely looked at her, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her.
Wordlessly, she walked to me. Her eyes fell to my waist as Edward raised his hands, pulling my long hair over one shoulder. He kissed my neck, and I felt Rose’s lithe fingers pulling the zipper at my hip. The multiple sensations were already exciting me—Edward’s lips on the tender skin just below my ear and Rose’s fingers gingerly pulling at my skirt had my mind reeling. I didn’t know how I would ever be able to go through with what we’d all agreed to if I couldn’t regain some semblance of self-control.
My hands trembled as I took Edward’s hand and brought it to my lips. I sucked lightly on his middle finger, taking it into my mouth and making his eyes flutter quickly closed before they opened once more. Rose pushed my skirt over my hips, and I moved just enough that it fell to the floor. As I stood there in just my heels and shirt, she knelt before me.
“Rose?” I began, but she silenced me by putting her forefinger over her lips.
Edward reached around me and began unbuttoning my shirt. I turned my face to him, and his lips found my mouth. As he softly kissed me, his tongue gently caressing mine, I felt Rose’s lips fluttering over my knees. Her hand ran down the back of my right leg until it reached the heel of my shoe and gently slid it from my foot before she repeated the same action with my left leg.
Rosalie stood up, and I felt both their eyes on me, poring over me, making me feel warm and sexy and beautiful and everything a woman should feel about herself.
Finally pulling my eyes from Rose, I turned to Edward and was lost in the look of desire I saw in his green eyes. I reached for him, and Edward stepped closer as I unbuttoned his pants and pushed them over his hips. I let my eyes run over his muscular stomach and felt a surge of longing.
This is what you’re used to, I thought to myself.
I glanced over my shoulder at Rose as I brought my hands to my shoulders and removed my shirt, thereby making the three of us on equal, nearly naked ground. I felt Edward’s hands settle on my hips, squeezing gently as I let my eyes travel down Rosalie’s shape again, and I bit my bottom lip lightly as I thought, But I could get used to that as well.
You could? Wow, jumping on the bandwagon a little quick there, aren't you?
I ignored the voice in my head and took a breath. What was it I’d thought earlier?
Whatever they ask.
I looked from Edward to Rose in expectation.
In silence, Rosalie traced the edging of my underwear beginning at my hips and moving her hands around to just beneath my navel, making me shiver. I was suddenly thankful I’d worn something pretty - a matching set of cream-colored lingerie. Over the bra cups and front of the thong was a delicate overlay of black lace.
I turned slightly toward her and watched as she appraised it, a small smile pulling at her lips.
“You are beautiful,” Edward’s voice breathed from just beside my ear, drawing my attention. His grip tightened on my hips as Rosalie placed her hands on the narrowest part of my waist.
“Thank you,” I managed. I was amazingly, astoundingly nervous all of a sudden.
“You’re welcome,” Rosalie whispered for him, and I had the strangest feeling that they were one – one person, one being - as she leaned in to kiss me.
Soft and supple, her lips molded against mine. She lifted her right hand and laced it through the hair at the nape of my neck, and I surprised myself by parting my lips and gently pressing my tongue against hers. As our tongues caressed one another, I felt Edward unhook my bra and kiss the places where the straps had contoured to my shoulders. His hands brushed across my skin, lighting upon my shoulders, my back, my chest...
Rose pulled away with a soft sigh, her eyes gazing into mine, as Edward pushed my bra from my arms, letting it fall on the floor near his shirt.
I turned to him then and pressed up on my toes as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him with abandon. Rosalie’s kisses had been gentle and unhurried, and I needed the urgency of Edward’s lips against mine. I felt my breath quicken, and he pulled me closer, his arms snaking around my waist as he bent his knees slightly. I realized what he wanted and hopped just as he lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist.
His hands cupped my ass, and I felt him walking forward without breaking our kiss. Gingerly, as though I were fragile and absolutely priceless, he placed me on the end of his mattress. It was covered in a satin sheet set, the comforter cushioned and soft against my skin. He cast a look over his shoulder at Rose. I realized then that was only the second or third time that evening that they’d acknowledged one another. With his eyes still focused on her, he spoke to me, his voice thick with desire. “Bella, please move further up the bed.”
Whatever they ask.
I pushed myself upward toward the pillows, and as I moved, I became aware that my nipples were so erect, they were nearly painful. Silent communication passed between Edward and Rosalie, and I saw him nod while she smiled. As I placed my head on the pillow, Edward crawled toward me, and I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next.
He rested so that he was lying partially on top of me, his weight delicious as he kissed me softly and let his lips trail down my cheek…then throat…then collarbone. Finally, he took my already pert nipple between his lips and teased it with his teeth while I moaned in pleasure.
I felt the mattress move slightly and opened my eyes to see Rose on her hands and knees near my feet on the bed, still in her lingerie. My eyes drank in the sight of her, her full breasts pressed together by that ruffled corset forming enticing cleavage. Desire was evident on her exquisite face as her eyes roamed my body before meeting mine. Just as she began crawling slowly toward me, Edward kissed me again, blocking my view of Rosalie. I was briefly disappointed before I felt his hands on my breasts, massaging and pinching. I moaned quietly and kissed him earnestly as the minutes went by. I felt a very familiar warmth between my legs and wondered when I would see some kind of release.
As if she’d heard what I was thinking, I felt Rosalie’s hands slide softly up my thighs before her fingers hooked into my panties. She pulled them slowly down my legs and, despite the distraction of Edward’s lips and hands on me, I was aware of her lips fluttering back and forth across my thighs. Gently, she pressed my knees to either side.
I tensed up a bit, and they both noticed. It was so much, so fast. Of course I’d had a guy go down on me before…but this was Rosalie. Rosalie.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about being so open…so exposed to a woman. Especially one as gorgeous as Rosalie.
“Bella, relax, honey,” she said. I opened my eyes to see her soft smile directed at me. “Don’t you want me to?”
She didn’t have to give a name to what she meant.
Only a fraction of a second passed before I nodded, and Edward returned his lips to my skin, moving from my right to left breast and then returning to my favorite spot on my throat—the area just above my collarbone. I groaned and pressed the top of my head further into the pillow as I knotted my fingers in his hair.
Rosalie began to kiss my inner thighs, tantalizingly slowly. She moved up one and then down the other, skipping over the one area I was now desperate for her to touch. Edward pulled back then, leaning on one elbow and focusing his eyes on mine, as though he knew what was going to happen next, and I was struck again by the way they seemed to be acting as one.
Rosalie whispered, “Breathe,” and as I did, she lowered her perfect lips to my center. When she pressed her tongue between my folds, already wet and wanting from their attentions, I felt my lips part as I gasped. She placed her hands on my thighs, holding me in place as she moved up and down. Edward began to flick my nipples just as Rosalie gently grazed my clit with her teeth.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed, and Edward smiled. Rosalie raised her head, and I watched as her tongue ran along her lips. The sight made me ache with need, and I thought I might come as she pressed her middle finger into me. She began to move slowly and gently, curving her fingertip forward as she looked into my eyes, and I realized two things.
She was looking for my g spot, an idea that made me tremble, prompting both Rose and Edward to give identical small, wicked smiles.
And, her fingers felt…like mine.
She was a woman. She knew what it felt like to have someone’s fingers teasing her, pleasuring her, so it was inherently more gentle, more effective, and just fucking sexy. All of this was intensified when I noticed the confident smirk on her face.
She knew what she was doing to me.
Suddenly, I felt her press her thumb against my clit, rubbing gently, and that was all it took for me to begin writhing against her hand as I came.
“Oh God. Oh, fuck, Rose!” I exclaimed.
My muscles gradually relaxed as I came down from my high, leaving me feeling wonderfully weak. But suddenly, I knew what I needed. It was always this way for me, with the exquisite feeling of release brought about by fingers or lips…and then the yearning that followed, that need to be filled. I didn’t want to offend Rosalie, but I wanted Edward inside of me. “Edward, I need you…please.”
He glanced at Rosalie again, and when she nodded, he stood up and walked around the bed to his nightstand. He pulled out a box of condoms, removing one before he dropped the box on top. I watched, biting my bottom lip as he let his boxers fall to the floor and stroked himself slowly as he opened the package with his teeth. Pinching the tip, he rolled the condom down his length, and I was already in motion, crawling toward him as he lay back on the bed. He reached out, pulling me over him so that I was straddling his hips, and in one smooth movement, he was sheathed deep inside of me – and, holy fuck, it felt good.
His eyes rolled back in his head, and I leaned forward, placing my hands on either side of his shoulders as I moved back and forth on top of him. “Bella, you…your…” he started, but his voice fell away. I leaned down and kissed him, both of us lost in the sensation of our bodies joined in this primal way.
Rosalie’s fingers were in my hair then, gently pulling me upward. When I had returned to a fully upright position, with Edward still inside of me, she smiled and put a hand on my cheek. “Kiss me,” she said simply.
With the guidance of Edward’s hands gripping my waist, I found a rhythm with my hips that kept him moaning softly while Rosalie’s tongue explored my mouth once more. Her left hand grazed my breast, and the other played with a lock of my hair.
Edward’s hand left my waist, brushing my inner thigh as he moved his thumb to press against me, manipulating my already sensitive clit. The overwhelming sensation disrupted my rhythm, but he was persistent – determined, it seemed, to push me over the edge just as Rosalie had. Rose slid her lips from my mouth to my shoulders, and then I felt myself tighten around Edward’s cock. “Fuck!” I called out as I rode out my orgasm.
He came shortly after, and literally growled at me when he did, his head lifting from the pillow as his grip tightened on my hips. We lay there panting, our foreheads pressed together before he dropped back on the bed again, and I straightened. As I began to breathe normally again, I realized Rosalie hadn’t had her share of pleasure yet. After planting a passionate kiss on Edward’s lips, I looked at her. “Rose, what about you?”
She smiled. “You don’t worry about me, Bella.”
My mind worked quickly. I could feel Edward inside of me, still rock hard. I gave him a look, imploring him to understand, and his indecipherable eyes focused on mine as I crawled off of him. “But I want to worry about you, Rose,” I replied.
I felt brave in that moment.
I pushed her back until her head was on the pillow, a foot or so from Edward’s. “I don’t…I don’t know what I’m doing,” I began. “But will you let me try?”
Her perfectly arched eyebrows lifted, and she nodded.
I moved so that her hips were within arms’ reach and slid two fingers under that sexy ruffle on her panties. I pulled them down her legs, and Edward sat up as though he were going to leave. “Oh, no you don’t,” I said. “You watch us. Please?”
His gaze slid from me to Rosalie before his eyes flashed quickly back to me. His teeth clicked together as he nodded once. “Whatever you want, Bella.”
The set of his shoulders spoke of his uncertainty – and a bit of discomfort, I thought. Before I could give my attention to Rosalie, I leaned toward him and whispered in his ear. “I still want you. Do you think we can make that work?”
I looked into his green eyes and found utter surprise there. “I’ll see what I can do,” he said, a smirk on his face.
Rosalie was lying with her knees pointed to the ceiling. I positioned myself just below her feet on the bed and then mimicked her movements from earlier. I pressed her knees gently to the mattress. In that position, she seemed so vulnerable. I could see every centimeter of her sex, and as she lay there in only that gorgeous bra, I knew I wanted to do this - or at least to try it.
I lowered my face and bit my lip. She moved a finger to her center, and the scent of her arousal was evident. She slid her finger up and down and, in a voice that was so full of desire, I almost didn’t recognize it, said, “Here.”
Whatever they ask.
I lowered my mouth and, after a few moments to gather my thoughts and feelings, I tentatively touched my tongue to her sensitive skin. She must have been anticipating it because her hips bucked slightly, and she moaned lowly. “Yes, just like that.”
I placed my hands on her knees and continued my tongue’s exploration. This was nothing I had ever experienced, having never been with a girl, and I had no idea whether I was doing it right or not. My confirmation came a minute or two later when Rosalie’s hand began to gently caress my scalp.
In the periphery of my vision, I could see Edward’s lips were parted slightly, and his hand was wrapped around his cock as he stood beside the bed. The condom from earlier was now gone—he must have gotten up momentarily to throw it away—and another one was in his left hand. His right was stroking slowly, squeezing and twisting as his eyes were focused solely on me. His gaze traveled from my face along my torso, coming to rest on my hips as his hand increased its speed, and I could tell he was contemplating something.
I couldn’t help my smile as I returned my attentions to Rose. I still wasn’t completely used to the way she felt, but I liked it. And I liked what it was doing to her. Tiny moans and groans came from her chest, and she had closed her eyes. Her hand’s movement in my hair continued.
My legs were bent under me, and as I placed a finger on one side of Rose’s sex to give my tongue better access to her slit, I felt Edward’s hands on my hips.
He lifted me just enough so that my knees were pressed into the mattress but I could still continue to please Rosalie. My ass was in the air, really, and it took me a second to realize what he was about to do.
I groaned when I did, and Rosalie hissed in pleasure at the vibrations. Mmm…note to self, I thought.
Edward’s hand traced my spine and then I felt his cock, hard and encased in a new condom, pressing into the back of my thigh. Slowly, he inserted it inside of me, and the angle did wonderful things to my body. I could feel all of him in me, and I had to pull away from Rose for a moment to catch my breath.
“Is this okay?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I gasped, and he began to pump his hips.
Once I regained my breath, I returned to my work. I wanted Rose to come. If Edward and I were going to, I felt it was only fair. And at some point, I had realized that I wanted to taste it when she did.
Man, you really have jumped on the bandwagon.
Shut the fuck up. Who cares if I am? There’s also an unbelievable man deep inside me right now, and I am eating that shit up.
Was that pun intended?
Again, I ignored my inner monologue.
As Edward’s rhythm became more erratic, so did my tongue, and Rosalie reached down and pressed two fingers against her clit as she growled. “I’m going to come, Bella. You don’t have to…”
But I had no intention of going anywhere.
She came hard, and I tasted and swallowed it. I looked at her then, and her eyes were vibrant and blue, and she was utterly relaxed against the pillow. I was suddenly proud that I’d done that to her.
I flicked my tongue against her a few more times, and then Edward came again, and when he pulled away from me, I felt a strange emptiness come over me at the knowledge that neither he nor Rosalie were touching me.
Time stood still for a few moments as we all relaxed where we were, our breath slowing from quick pants to our regular, deep rhythms. I sat back on my heels, moving away from Rose, and she smiled at me quietly before she lifted her legs and rolled onto her side.
Before I could react, she stood up and walked to the corner of the room where she had deposited the bag she brought. From within it, she brought out a clean bra and boy-cut-panty set as well as a camisole. She returned to me as Edward stood to throw his condom away.
“I brought these for you.” She handed them to me.
“How did you know …” I started before a yawn interrupted me.
She smiled. “I guessed your size. This is just something I had lying around. It’s brand new. You can keep it.” Rose kissed my forehead and whispered in my ear. “Think of me when you wear it.”
I smiled at her and pulled the clothes on as I heard a drawer open and close. I was fading fast, the sights and sounds around me already taking on a dreamlike quality. My only thought was that I was grateful I didn’t have to attempt to drive home. I smiled lazily as I stretched out on the bed, watching as Edward returned in a fresh pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt while Rosalie climbed into bed dressed much like me, in shorts and a small tank top.
I was asleep before they turned the lights off.
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