horror whore

It was attraction. That much was obvious. Edward felt awkward about it, no matter how long he had lived. Attraction to your face, your body and especially your blood. He preferred not to think about it. Delicious rivers of it pumping through you like an oasis just for him… yes, he really did struggle through spending time with you.

One other thing he applied discipline to was sex. He was a monster after all. It stripped away his finesse, which was again quite awkward. Well, at least he thought it did. Although his innate vampire desire was for your blood, some of his sexual desire remained human.

Every heated moment, anytime you two made out or touched in any sort of intimate way, his focus was split between you and your perfect body, and the blood rushing through you, thrumming with arousal.

Because of that, and of course his nerves when it came to holding himself back, what you two did with eachother was limited. But when Edward got to you and you coaxed him into relaxing, he was amazing, if a bit too self concious. He just couldn't let himself go.

You had never believed him when he awkwardly told you how his wants changed with the makeup of his existence. But now you weren’t so sure.

Your room was the same as it always was that night- dim but warmly lit by your bedside lamp, your window open a slip to let Edward know he was welcome in any time, your clothes for tomorrow planned out and hung up on your closet door. But there was a change in the atmosphere. Usually, it was relaxed and quiet. Tonight it was tense and electric.

"Do you like that?" You purred, your warm hands sliding beneath his shirt and petting his cool skin. Beneath the pillow he had shoved over his head, Edward's groans and grunts were muffled. He always insisted upon it, because according to his logic if he were to be without it he would either pulverise your pelvis or scream- both equally unsexy. You liked to taunt him.

Beneath you, his hips bumped and slid against yours, cock so hard it was inhumanly possible. It was sad he never let you touch him. Again, according to his logic, if you were to ever give him one of the delicious handjobs he craved, he would immediately snap and eat you. Not in the sexy way. Although, it sounded sexy to you. He didn't appreciate you joking about it. He treated his limits very seriously, no matter how badly he wanted to break them. If he did, Edward promised you it would be the first- and last time you two were both completely satisfied. Primarily you. Because you'd be dead.

Your pussy was drooling through your panties just from the feeling of his desperate hips beneath you. The friction that dragged between your bodies was immaculate, a rough, grating feeling that opened your floodgates. How long had you two been at this- an hour? maybe half of one? Time lost all meaning when it was just the two of you getting hot and heavy like this. The crotch of his trousers were soaked. You couldn't tell if it was because of you or him.

After a particularly deep, rough grind from you, Edward growled into his pillow. Twisting the two of you over into missionary, said pillow was quickly discarded. His hips humped against your needily. You cupped his handsome face in your hands, trying to kiss him. It was a heat of the moment thing when you tried to use your tongue. Edward gave you a quick peck instead, before a long groan escaped his perfect lips and his face was buried in your neck, nose right against your pulse. His mouth opened, and you felt his cold breath against you, making you shiver. Your pussy welled up as you felt his lips get closer, kissing your skin hurriedly. He was obsessed with you. It made him careless. So, so careless. "Edward!" You gasped, feeling the edge of one of his fangs slip lightly against your neck.

Quickly, he took his head out of the crook of your neck. His expression mirrored a mix of intense lust and need. Edward seemed to refocus himself, his thick eyebrows furrowing "Sorry." He murmured "Maybe I should..." He looked away, like he was about to stop. Against his suddenly static cock, your pussy throbbed. Out of primal, bursting need, you jerked up, grabbing him by the arm. "No! I mean... it's okay." You whined, tugging slightly at his shirt sleeve. His eyes met yours, and all of a sudden, that hunger was back.

"Are you sure?" He asked lowly, his soft fingers sliding under the sides of your underwear, up your thighs "I don't want to end up hurting you. You know that... that's always a possibility." He said, his eyes still on yours. He was trying to be earnest, but the feeling of his cold skin on yours was far too distracting. "Mhm..." You mumbled absently, your eyes going wide as the soaked fabric slid further down your thighs. Edward inhaled sharply. The scent of your effluence was too much for him. "You just make it so hard for me to control myself." Edward whispered. A certain electricity had formed between your bodies, between his hands and your sweet, sensitive thighs.

As your panties were finally stripped from you, leaving you bare from the bottom down, Edward pulled your thighs around his shoulders. "You're beautiful." He murmured simply, before his cool mouth laid itself down against your warm folds. Almost immediately, the pleasure became overwhelming. "Oh!" You gasped as his tongue met your clit, your hands falling into his hair. Edward looked at you with those gorgeous hooded eyes, which despite their golden colour looked hungry as a starving man’s. He never stopped looking at you, not once. The thought made you blush.

Edward held your hips down with an almost bruising pressure, his hands like cold marble against your sweltering skin as you attempted to squirm. “Edward…” You panted, your hips bucking up into his mouth. He lapped at you like a starved dog. Somehow, probably because of his teeth, he’d learnt to use his tongue like a weapon. He preferred to eat you out rather than finger you, when it came to that. He just preferred to use his tongue. He said he didn’t get as much taste out of blood as he got out of your sweetness.

"Do you like that?" He murmured. You nodded, your thighs tightening around his head as he swiped over your clit with such skill it made you jerk with how good it felt. "I know you do." His tongue dragged through your folds, your juices slathering onto his tongue. Edward groaned. You whimpered. He laved against your clit, rubbing and sucking on it, until finally your hands tightened hard in his hair. "Edward!" You gasped, squirming hard "Edward!"

When you came, he didn't stop. He kept going, tongue pressing into your weeping pussy, pleasuring you to the point of near torture. As a second orgasm rolled through you, your hips starting to shake, you gasped "Let-let me-" You mumbled weakly, trying to bring your hand down to the erection that had to be painful by now. Edward guided your hand away, looking a tad embarrased "No... I'm fine." He murmured. Upon looking down again, you noticed he'd gotten much, much softer. He'd came just from eating you out. The thought of it turned you on to another level. It made you dizzy with arousal.

"Oh fuck." You whispered. Your pussy drooled with you.

As if nothing had happened, Edward started again. Your hips rolled and shook, and your attention was quickly brought away from the discovery you'd just made about yourself. "Oh- too much!" You moaned "Stop! Please! Too much!" Primal, lustful whimpers were torn from your throat. You were so loud. It only spurred him on further. It came all at once- your final orgasm. It was only final because you're weren't sure you could take another.

Your back arched, and your fingers in Edward's hair tightened hard. The moan that escaped from your throat was a noise you'd never heard yourself make before. Guttural and too much. Everything was too much around him. And you loved it.

Finally, after letting you come down from your peak, Edwards hands slid around your waist as he pressed you against his chest. You were still shaking. "Fuck..." You mumbled, cuddling closer to him. "Was that good?" He asked lowly. You sighed and nodded, your head lolling against him weakly "So good. Don't run off yet, okay?"

He nodded, a hand sliding through your hair. Perhaps another night you'd reach your goal of getting him to let you touch him. Not tonight though. You were exhausted.