M. Parfait – Chapter 3

A/N:  I am so grateful to purpleC305 for pre-reading and Midnight Cougar for beta-ing. You both make Edward want to toss you over his shoulder. Thank you. xx

DISCLAIMER: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. I’m just here having fun.


“Good sex is like good bridge. If you don’t have a good partner, you’d better have a good hand.” –Mae West

Chapter Three


His lips feel so good.

He chuckles. “You were going to warn me about watching a movie.”

His finger starts to trace the exposed strap of my bra.

“Right. I only have one television. So, I chose to put it in my bedroom instead of the living room. Is that a problem for you?”

I feel his mouth moving closer to my ear. “Not a problem, Bella. Do you want to go ahead and get ready for bed first?”

This whole question and answer thing is extremely difficult now that his hands have started moving up toward my chest.

I lean back into him, trying to remain steady, as his hands cup my breasts over my blouse, while his mouth continues its assault of kisses, nibbles, and licks to my sensitive neck. His beard tickles me everywhere. He switches to the other side, and I reach up to move my hair out of the way since his hands are otherwise occupied.

“Mmmm, Edward.”

He squeezes and massages my breasts like a trained masseuse.

Edward slides his hands to my waist and under my shirt, finding the soft skin of my flat stomach, then moving back to my chest, cups me over my bra.

“Can I remove your top, Bella? I want to see you,” he asks, already starting to gather the material in his hands.

I raise my arms overhead, as he pulls it from my body and sets it on the countertop.

The material of my bra is thin enough he can feel my hardened nipples, but with my blouse removed, we can both see the effect of his hands on my chest. He alternates between massaging my bra-covered breasts and rolling my nipples between his fingers and thumbs.

“Oh, Edward.” I feel my bare back against his soft T-shirt, and I’m overwhelmed with all the contact.

His fingers ease down the cups of my bra, and he goes back to my breasts; only now, the feel of his hands on my skin is amazing.

“I think purple might be my new favorite color,” he whispers in my ear.

One of his hands slides down my torso to the button of my jeans. I can feel the point when he has the button open because he starts tugging down the zipper. Edward doesn’t pull it all the way down, but it’s low enough he can slip his entire hand between my legs.

His mouth on my neck and hand on my breasts never miss a beat pleasuring my body, as he slips his other hand inside my damp panties.

“Oh!” The sensations are overwhelming. I glance down to watch Edward’s hand disappear into the opening of my jeans, feeling his fingers moving back and forth through my wetness.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this aroused in my life. Ever.

Edward slips one finger inside me, as my hips move forward to grind on the palm of his hand and a moan escapes my lips.

“I know what you need, sweetheart.” His fingers move back to focus on my clit, circling and rubbing in a way that’s going to send me over the edge soon, and I feel my body tightening under his constant ministrations.

I pant. “Edward, don’t stop.”

“Come on, baby.” He urges with his warm breath against my ear. His other hand squeezes my breast, then pulls and rolls my nipple. This brings me to the edge of such delicious pleasure that I welcome the hint of pain on my neck from his teeth, and feel myself falling over the edge into the most intense orgasm.

Edward’s hands slow their pace, and the one between my legs goes back to my opening, pushing one then two fingers in and out of me continuously, nice and slow. I’m so wet that I’m sure I’ve soaked through my jeans, but at this point, I just don’t care.

I’m so awash in euphoric feelings that I barely notice when Edward removes his hand from my jeans. He spins me around to face him, then leans down, only to lift me up and throw me over his shoulder like a modern day caveman.

“Edward!” I shriek, as I hang upside down and grab onto his jeans.

“Come on, sweetheart. I’ve got a pussy to eat.” He smacks my ass and easily finds my bedroom, dropping me on the bed.

I move up on my pillows as he covers my body with his while his mouth reconnects with mine. His tongue nudges open my mouth, and our tongues tangle together. I feel his fingers open the front clasp of my bra, freeing me completely. He tugs it from underneath me, then drops it to the side of the bed.

His hands cup my exposed breasts, squeezing and massaging them just right. His mouth finishes its delicious assault on mine, moving down to latch onto one breast. He sucks, nibbles, and bites, quickly going over to the other and feasting on it in the same fashion, while his hands never stop roaming my upper body.

“Oh, Edward.” I groan.

I hold his head to my chest as my hips automatically lift, searching for contact as his mouth kisses a path to my belly button, where his tongue reaches out and tickles the piercing I have there.

“Mmmm, I like this,” Edward tells me. His tongue plays with the piercing before he leaves a final kiss there intent on traveling lower.

He pauses for a moment, straddling me on the bed, reaching behind his head and pulling off his shirt in one smooth motion. This completely exposes his tattoos to me for the first time.

“Holy shit, Edward.” My hands can’t help but want to touch him everywhere.

My eyes move rapidly, making special note of the intricate swirls of ink and writing. I promise my tongue the opportunity to explore each and every one much more closely in the not-so-distant future.

However, right now, Edward is a man on a mission.

After dropping his shirt on the floor, his hands come back to both sides of my jeans, being careful to remove my panties at the same time, leaving me completely exposed to him.

I don’t have even a second to be self-conscious, as Edward settles between my legs and begins exploring my inner thighs with his mouth.

My eyes close, and I open my legs a little wider, giving him easier access. “Oh, that feels so good

He leaves trails of kisses on each leg, his beard tickling at times, while my hips move off the bed in response to his every touch.

“Edward.” A giggle escapes my lips.

His hands reach under my legs and they squeeze the cheeks of my ass, settling on top of my hips, holding them to the bed.

It’s a good thing he does, because when his mouth finally makes contact with my clit, I let out a squeak and nearly jump off the bed. I wonder how long I’ll be able to take his sweet torture—minutes or maybe, seconds?

“Mmmm, Bella.” He hums between slow licks.

My hands then fingers find their way into his hair as he pulls on my thighs, spreading me open wider for him.

He moans as I tug on his locks, urging him to give me more of everything. However, he’s not to be rushed, and is taking his sweet time feasting on me.

“Edward,” I say in frustration, just as he buries his tongue inside me. He starts moving it in and out quickly, before he returns to my clit with soft, delicate licks.

I look down to find Edward watching me while he sucks my clit into his mouth. It’s a sight I could get very used to having daily. My eyes want to close at the feelings he’s eliciting.

“Open your eyes and watch me, baby, or I’ll stop,” he warns.

I’m determined to keep him from stopping, so I prop myself up with another pillow.

I watch Edward as he removes one hand from holding down my hips. It doesn’t take long to know his intentions because I feel one finger move in and out of me a few times before he adds a second finger, while his tongue plays with my clit.

“Ah.” I gasp, his fingers moving even faster.

“Touch your tits for me, baby,” he directs.

I’m barely able to focus on his words at this point, so he prompts me again.


My hands finally do as he requests, and I squeeze them imagining they are his.

I groan at all the sensations he’s bringing to my body.

“Good girl. Don’t forget those nipples.” He reminds me while not stopping the movements of his fingers.

I let out a sigh and start pulling and rolling them with my fingers, making them harden as he would.

“That’s my girl. Keep going and don’t stop.”

Edward’s mouth goes back to my clit and his fingers fucking me speed up.

Between both of our hands, fingers, and his mouth, my body can no longer resist this continuous, delicious assault. I grit my teeth, as my muscles tense.

I feel everything tighten and my toes curl, as my back arches off the bed, and under Edward’s guidance, I experience my second orgasm of the evening. This one lasts longer than the first, as my hands fall away from my body and grasp tightly onto my sheets.

As the waves of euphoria start to subside, I watch Edward move from between my legs, wiping his hand across his lips.

He stands next to my bed and removes his boots and jeans, but no underwear. Even in my blissed out daze, I don’t miss that important detail.

“Commando, Edward?” I tease, gasping to catch my breath.

“Just for you, baby.” He climbs back on top of my body, and my arms and legs immediately pull him to me.

I can feel his hardened cock rubbing back and forth between my legs, through my folds, sliding in the wetness that continues to gather there.

“Do you want me to use a condom, sweetheart?” he asks, as he continues to thrust back and forth.

I shake my head. “No. I just want to feel you. Just you. Inside me.”

“Are you on birth control?”

“No, but I just had my period last week. So, we should be safe.”

“I can pull out when I’m close,” he offers.

“No, Edward.” My hands squeeze the cheeks of his ass and my hips follow his movements. “Now stop stalling.”

He kisses my nose. “I’m not stalling. I just don’t want you to have any regrets.”

“There won’t be any from me,” I reassure, just as the head of his cock finds my opening and he pushes completely inside me with one stroke.

“Mmmm.” He groans. “You’re tight.”

“Maybe you’re just large. Give me a second or two,” I request.

While he waits, he leaves little kisses all over my face and neck.

I squeeze his shoulders. “Okay.”

He pulls almost all the way from my body, while still kissing me everywhere his lips can reach, then pushes back inside completely.

A loud moan escapes my mouth at the feel of him inside me. “Edward.”

It’s such a tight, full feeling, but gets easier the more he continues to move in and out of my body.

“Relax, baby,” he whispers in my ear.

I try to do as he says, and his movements become not only easier but faster.

“Oh Bella, you feel so good.” He moans and keeps pumping in and out.

“Edward!” I squeeze my arms and legs around him while my hips start meeting him thrust for thrust. “Come on. I want to feel you.”

My nails dig into the skin of his back as I scrape them up and down.

“Jesus, Bella.”

He speeds up for a bit before I feel him empty himself inside me. I hold on tightly, wanting to hang on to him for as long as possible.

It’s a first. I’ve never let a guy come inside me like that, but as I said, I don’t have any regrets. I’m probably still a week away from ovulating, so any threat of pregnancy is not really possible.

The bottom line is that it felt incredible. I’m glad to share at least one first with him, for me anyway. I have no idea of his history, and we should probably have a much longer conversation about all that soon, but right now, I’m going to enjoy the closeness we’re currently sharing.

I love the weight of his body on top of mine. I lock my legs at his waist, holding him securely, while one of my hands gently strokes his back, as he tries to catch his breath with his head next to mine.

I turn my head and seek his mouth, and he’s more than happy to kiss me senseless.

Edward pulls away first. “You know I can’t stay like this. I need to clean you up.”

I sigh. “I know.” I unlock my legs and loosen my grip.

“I’ll be right back, baby.” He stands and heads to my bathroom.

I hear water running, then he walks back into the bedroom and wipes between my legs with a warm washcloth.

He leans down and places a kiss on my clit, and I jump at its sensitivity.

He chuckles and goes back to the bathroom, leaving the washcloth in there, returning to my bed.

“Come on, baby. Let’s get you under the covers.” He pulls back the covers from under my body, and I slide my legs between the sheets. He crawls in next to me and settles by draping me across his chest.

I look up at his face. He looks so peaceful with his eyes closed. I lean up and put a kiss on those lips.

“Thank you,” I whisper. “That was incredible.”

A smile breaks out across his face, and he looks down at me while his fingers run through my hair. “It was, wasn’t it?”

I nod, then settle my head into the nook between his shoulder and jaw with him holding my hand to his chest.

I don’t want to fall asleep, but I can’t help it when I feel myself start to drift off and my eyes close.


I wake the next morning to find Edward lying across my body with his hand firmly cupping my naked breast while his head uses my other as a pillow. I chuckle to myself that at some point during the night we managed to switch positions. Edward starts to stir, and I can feel him hard and ready against my leg.

Edward groans and rolls onto his back. I don’t miss the opportunity to move with him until I’m straddling his waist.

I’m already wet and ready for him this morning, as being here sleeping naked next to him is so arousing. I rub myself up and down him a few times, slowly sinking down on his cock.

His hands find my hips and he holds me to him, as I look up to find his green eyes finally open.

“Good morning,” he croaks.

I lean down and kiss him softly. “Good morning.” I start moving up and down on him with only a bit of discomfort leftover from last night.

His hands move from my hips up to my chest, where his mouth latches onto one of my breasts, while his hand mimics his actions using just his hand on the other.

I gasp, but keep up my pace to chase my release, while Edward switches his mouth to my other breast, as his hand doesn’t stop working the nipple he just left.

With my breast still in his mouth, I speed up my movements when Edward’s hands find their way back to my hips, helping to slam me down on him each time until I feel him bite my nipple and pull away.

“Come on, baby. Let me help you.” His fingers reach down to just above where we are joined, providing me with that extra something I need to grind against on each downward stroke.

“Uh, Edward.” I continue moving, my hips seeking his fingers, knowing my release will soon be here.

“Keep going. You’re almost there,” he encourages, while his hand rubs my clit more intently and his mouth seeks out my breast once again.

Edward’s other hand reaches around and grabs my ass cheek, squeezing it roughly.

A moan escapes my lips at the feel of the stinging smack he leaves there, sending me spiraling into another memorable orgasm.

“That’s my girl. Don’t stop. I’m almost—”

Two hard thrusts up inside me are all Edward needs, as he groans out his own release, holding my hips securely to his.

I lean down, kiss his lips, then lie on his chest as his arms wrap around me while our breathing begins to return to normal.

We are both quiet as I listen to his heartbeat and he gingerly strokes my back and hair.

He’s the first to break the silence. “Are you hungry?”

I lift up my head and find him watching me. “I suppose. Would you like coffee?”

He smiles. “That would be great. I can go pick up some if you don’t want to leave this bed.”

“I don’t want you to leave my bed. I might need to tie you up and keep you here forever,” I tease, but really, it’s a promise.

“Be careful, because I might just let you,” he warns, and flips me so he is now on top while staying inside my body.

He carefully pulls back, then pushes forward again, testing our connection. I feel him hardening again, as his movements become more certain with every stroke.

I don’t know how it’s possible that he’s ready again, but I moan my acceptance of his body thrusting into mine. I realize he doesn’t intend to allow me to leave this bed today, and I’m more than okay with that.