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'M' is For: [Ch11] Sweet Little Lies - Part 4
🕑 Added 2025-02-04 12:00:01 +0000 UTCEdward's place was a fifteen minute walk from the restaurant. The warm summer air was balm on my skin after the frigid indoor air, and I tilted my head back ever so slightly to enjoy the breeze as we waited for the light at a crosswalk.
"How did I never know you lived so close to Missy?" I asked Edward teasingly. The light changed and we started forward.
"You never asked," Edward returned. "Most of the people who go live pretty close. And then we have a few hardcore attendees who commute from the other boroughs, as you know."
"The things I do for pleasure," I sighed dramatically, and he chuckled.
Compared to Missy's luxury penthouse apartment, Edward's building was pretty modest. There was practically no lobby to speak of, much less a doorman. Still, I could wager that the cost of the rent was still far and above what I paid for my little place in Brooklyn.
We took the elevator up to the seventh floor. I followed Edward down to the end unit.
"Is your roommate home?" I asked Edward as he unlocked the door.
"Not tonight," Edward said with a naughty schoolboy's smile.
Edward pushed open the door and switched on the lights. The common area and kitchen were fully furnished with an eye towards style and comfort. Plush leather softened by bold-patterned blankets and throw pillows were accentuated by plants and a jute rug.
"You put this together yourself?" I demanded.
Edward quirked an eyebrow at me. "Why, are you impressed?"
"Well, yeah. This...this looks like something out of a furniture showroom."
Edward chuckled. "Sadly, I cannot take credit. You can thank my mum for all this. She was worried about me wasting away in squalor here."
"She did an amazing job." My parents still hadn't visited me in the city, much less personally assisted in decorating my apartment.
Edward took off his jacket and draped it over the back of one of the bar stools at the kitchen counter.
"Can I get you something to drink?"
"Sure. What do you have?"
"Beer, wine, scotch, and soda."
"I'll take some wine, thanks."
"My pleasure. Red alright?"
"Yes, that's perfect."
Edward opened one of the kitchen cabinets and withdrew two wine glasses. I watched him open a bottle of wine and pour some out. After a moment's hesitation, I took a seat on the leather sofa and slipped my purse off.
He came around and handed me my glass. In one smooth motion, he pulled out his phone and tapped. Low music started to play on speakers set into his bookshelf.
"Should we toast?" I asked with a roguish smile.
"What shall we toast to?"
"To New York City?"
"To New York City, then."
We clinked glasses and I took a sip. I was no wine aficionado, but I enjoyed the earthy taste of the red on my tongue. It warmed me and made me feel deliciously heady. I took off my coat and heels and put my feet up on the sofa, turning to face Edward where he sat dangling his glass with practiced negligence. I didn't miss his long look at my ankles.
I appraised him, not caring that he could feel the full weight of my gaze. With Edward I felt little of the shyness that I felt around others. It freed me to be flirtatious, experimental...bold. He looked good in his collared shirt and slacks, which showed off his lean musculature quite nicely. He returned my gaze and I smiled, feeling the tension in the air rise.
"Why don't you come a little closer?" I asked, dropping my voice into a teasing croon.
Edward obeyed, sliding forward a few inches on the couch toward me. I lightly put my hand on his thigh and, when he didn't move or object, began to slide it up toward his hip. Just as I began to bring it back, exploring the back of his knee where it hung over the edge of the seat, Edward moved forward over me, pressing me down against the leather.
For the moment, I let him stay on top of me as I continued to explore the planes of his body. I ran both hands over his chest, around his neck. He began to kiss me with a sort of rough urgency I found incredibly hot. I turned my face ever so slightly to expose more of my neck, and as he complied with the unspoken request, I began to undo the buttons that kept his shirt closed. Soon, I was pulling off Edward's shirt. He straightened briefly to help me out before resuming his attentions. His hand slipped beneath the collar of my dress as he grabbed a handful of my breast. He began massaging it, and I let my eyes drift shut to enjoy the sensation. His touch was firm but not ungentle, even though I could hear the need building in his quickening, harsh breath.
His half-kneeling position above me exposed his groin and I took advantage of it to return the favor in kind, undoing the fastening of his expensive pants and putting my hand on his cock. Even still partially flaccid, it was heavy, and I enjoyed the weight of it in my palm. I pushed it against his groin with the heel of my hand and he gave a muffled moan into my hair. I delighted in his desire for me. It was making me horny as hell.
Tilting my head up, I whispered in his ear, "Would you like to take this to the bedroom?"
"Sure," he whispered back. He pulled me up off the couch and led me past the common area through one of the closed doors. He turned the knob, pushed it open, and switched on the lights.
I gasped at its inexpressive loveliness. The light was softly incandescent, casting the room in an inviting glow. The music from the common area played over a smaller set of speakers on Edward's impeccably clean nightstand. I wondered if he hadn't cleaned up before I'd arrived: there was a distinctly suspicious lack of clothes and other mundane odds and ends. His dove gray silk sheets shimmered beneath a light dusting of rose petals.
"You really did go all out," I murmured to Edward. "If I had any shame, I'd be blushing right now from all this attention."
"And yet..."
Laughing, I pulled him down onto the bed. This time, I rolled on top of him, letting him feel the weight of my thighs as I straddled his hips. Long gone were the days I felt self-conscious about being on top. Adjusting the skirt of my dress to better accommodate my position, I moved my pelvis against his erection. His eyes began to take on a sleepy, half-lidded look that I recognized from our previous nights of play.
"Tell me, Edward," I said in a low purr. "Just how naughty are you feeling tonight?"
"At the moment?" Edward reached out to place his hands tightly on my thighs. "I'm feeling ready for anything."
"Good," I approved, a gleam in my eye. "I hope you're ready for a long night."
A brief peek into Edward's bedside drawers told me all I needed to know about what he had available. I pulled out a couple items I was interested in and lined up the nightstand. I watched Edward's eyes as he took them in, but aside from raising an eyebrow, he didn't say anything at all.
First was the lube. I squeezed a dollop into my palm and began to slick his cock and his balls, working my hands on his sizable length. As his cock hardened to its full length, I paid closer attention to Edward's reactions. Each time his breathing quickened and his fingers began to dig into the silk, I drew back and loved other parts of his body...his neck, his shoulders, his beautifully sculpted torso.
"Minx," Edward whispered to me.
"Thank you." I smiled. "Now your turn."
I gently brought Edward up into a sitting position. While he waited, his cock rising boldly from between his thighs, I slipped off my dress and bra. I climbed back onto the bed and scooted up against his warm chest so that we both faced forward. I could feel his erection bump against my backside, but I knew he wouldn't touch it without my permission.
Slowly, deliberately, Edward began to touch me. His hands were warm and strong on my skin as they traced the curves from my neck to my bare breasts. They massaged and they teased, his thumb and forefingers taking particular care with my nipples. I gasped at the ticklish sensation and he gave a dark, wicked chuckle. He lingered there awhile, in no particular rush, before moving downwards to my hips.
I'd always been self-conscious about my body, but there was only frank admiration in the way Edward touched me. He explored and massaged every fold and swell, spreading his fingers wide across my abdomen. I held my breath when his wandering hands found the area between my legs.
He didn't touch me where I most wanted him to. His unhurried exploration reminded me of my own predilection for saving the best for last. He rubbed his hands along in the inside of my thighs, exploring sensitive flesh that people usually didn't touch. I arched my back a little and leaned up against him, the back of my head falling on his shoulder.
"You're so fucking gorgeous," Edward whispered in my ear.
"Go on, tell me more." I kept my voice light and playful even as I knew I would not be able to keep up the act for long.
"I love..." He pressed his face down in my hair. "...your hair. Your softness, your curves. How wet you get when I touch you."
I gave a little gasp of pleasure as he finally put a finger on my clit. Mingled warmth and want shot through me, and I ceded to the yearning, angling my hips into his hand. He reached for the bottle of lube I had discarded on the bed and squeezed out just enough to cover the tips of his fingers. When he reached back down to touch me, his touch was chilly with the gel. The temperature difference didn't last long. The chill quickly dissipated into warmth as he moved his fingers in circles around my clit.
I closed my eyes and gave a low, throaty hum of approval. His fingers moved slowly, so slowly I barely noticed at first when he began to widen the circles. Each rotation expanded to cover more of my pussy, until he had his whole hand on me and was massaging it completely and unerringly. The lube provided just the right amount of friction, imparting a pleasant low heat.
Edward's free hand rose up to my breasts again. I tensed as he returned to playing with my sensitive nipples, rolling them around between his fingers. He paused, contemplating.
"Don't you—" I warned him, just as thumb and forefinger gave a pert little pinch. A jolt of electricity shot through me straight to my core, and I could feel my eyes narrowing. Twisting in my seat, I turned to level an annoyed gaze into Edward's unrepentant eyes.
"What?" Edward asked innocently.
"You know that's asking for trouble, darling."
"Do I? Well, fuck me. Deepest apologies, Ma'am."
"I think..." I hooked my pinky finger around the leather handcuffs I'd pulled out. "...I might have to fast forward tonight's agenda. You earned yourself a time-out."
Obligingly, Edward held out his wrists so that I could fasten the restraints. His wicked grin was anything but contrite.
"Now what, Ma'am?" Edward asked me next.
"Now you just lie back like a good boy," I told him, easing him back into his own pillows. I pinned his cuffed hands above his head and gave him a good, thorough kiss on his sharp jawline. I reveled in the feeling of his hard male body beneath mine, wanting and waiting.
I poured more lube into my hands and slicked his cock, working it back into prime condition. He watched me, his breath returning to its former irregular pattern, his eyes never leaving my face. When I was satisfied I had him minutes away from the edge, I then swapped lubes and slipped on a latex finger cot on my fore- and middle fingers.
"Spread your legs for me?" I asked him sweetly. Despite the darkness of his skin, even I could make out the rising color in his cheeks. He obeyed, spreading out his legs and drawing up his knees ever so slightly so that I had the access that I needed.
Damn if Edward wasn't already loose as hell. I started massaging the tight nub of his anus, but it only took a matter of minutes before muscle relaxed and I was able to get not one, but two, fingers in with ease. In this refreshingly intimate space, with Edward completely dependent on me, I felt a small smile break across my face.
"Uh oh..." Edward breathed. "I know that look."
It took me longer than I would have liked to dispose of the cots and get into the strap-on dildo that I had retrieved from Edward's little bedside collection. Still, Edward was patient as I fastened the buckles, his eyes sharp and hungry. I reached behind my back to undo the zipper of my dress.
"You know, darling, if you undo these handcuffs, I might be able to help you," Edward called from the bed.
"No need," I returned with equal sweetness just as my fingers found the metal pull. I slipped my dress off to the floor and made my way toward Edward.
Edward was an excellent sport. He responded immediately, parting his thighs and letting me slowly guide the strap-on dildo into his ass. He arched his back and gave a soft sigh as I slid my plastic cock in halfway. I didn't try to push in further just yet. I placed a hand on his abdomen and began to move my hips ever so slightly. Edward gave a small gasp, and I knew I had found the right spot.
Now we're in business, I thought to myself, lips pulling into a little smile.
Edward raised his knees automatically, and I pressed forward, using the weight of my body to pin back his muscular thighs. He was exposed and vulnerable, his hips eagerly lifted up to receive me. His dark eyes, meeting mine, were completely trusting...nevermind that he knew I was a relative novice.
We started out slow and easy. The music that still played over the speakers helped set my tempo, and I used a steady rhythm of shallow thrusts to loosen him up until the cock slipped in to the hilt with just the slightest pressure from my hips. When I gauged he was ready, I picked up the pace, pushing deeper and more fiercely. Edward tilted back his head and moaned, a delicious sound that filled me with bone-deep satisfaction. His skin became slick with sweat, and I tightened my grip on his thighs, feeling my fingers ache with the strain.
In the end, I pulled Edward up to his hands and knees. Hands still bound in their dark polished cuffs, Edward gripped the headboard as I positioned myself behind him.
"Are you ready?" I asked Edward softly, my voice low and teasing and perhaps just a little bit breathless.
"Yes..." And then, straining to pull together some of that bad boy confidence, Edward added, "Show me what you've got, darling."
Ever happy to oblige, I gave Edward everything. Gripping his hips with one hand, I pounded the strap-on into his ass, commanding the rhythms of his body with my own. My other hand crept around to take his cock. Beneath us, the bed creaked and shook, and I spared only a moment's thought for any neighbors around who might hear our enthusiastic fucking. Edward didn't exactly cry out as he came, but neither was he quiet. As white cum spurted out across his fancy sheets, he gave a choking gasp and his fingers tightened over the edge of the headboard.
I didn't stop right away. I eased my pounding bit by bit as his balls emptied themselves out onto the bed and he slumped forward, thoroughly spent. I waited a moment to allow him to recover some semblance of control.
"If I take off those handcuffs, will you clean up the bed?" I asked Edward sweetly.
Edward rolled over onto his back to face me. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes glittering. He licked those delicious soft lips of his and extended his wrists. "Yes, Ma'am."
It didn't take Edward long to mop up. He went at it with just a handful of scrunched-up paper towels dampened in the bathroom sink. As he finished up, I slipped off the strap-on and settled down among the pillows. When he returned to the bed, I gave him my most beatific smile.
"My turn," I said.
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We didn't end up staying nearly as late as we did on the evenings when Missy threw her book clubs. After Edward had given me a good and thorough servicing with his tongue, culminating in me popping out a vibrator and applying it to my own clit as he fingered me from his position between my legs, we both deeply felt the effects of a good meal and some wine and mutually agreed to tuck into bed soon afterward.
The music had wound down into quiet, the playlist having reached its end. We lay in his bed, nestled amongst the sheets. Edward idly traced circles on my shoulder, his eyes half-lidded with sleepy contentment.
"This was lovely," I whispered to Edward and kissed the tip of his nose. "Thank you."
Edward returned the kiss on my shoulder, his hands dropping down to wrap me closer to him. "No, thank you." Then, so soft I could barely hear him, he added in a murmur, "If I didn't know you liked someone else, I'd be in some serious danger."
Surprised, I held still. Had he intended for me to hear him say those words aloud? And what exactly did he mean by that?
I felt a pang of guilt, though for what, exactly, I wasn't sure. I decided to pretend I hadn't heard him, and eventually silence settled between us. I could tell by the shift in rhythm of his breathing when Edward dozed off. In the end, I stayed awake long after he had fallen asleep, confused and conflicting thoughts colliding in my mind.
