Naughty Moments

Here's something steamy to start off your boring, miserable Monday...

A Rude Scotch by LaurieLou

Edward/Bella

Bella squirmed in her seat and looked away; she shouldn't be invading such a private moment. Just as she was about to turn in her seat a warm pair of arms encircled her waist and pulled her back on the stool. She gasped as Edward's soft lips kissed her sweetly on the neck.

"It's very erotic to watch, isn't it?" He whispered.

It was, she thought; but she didn't answer. Bella didn't want to admit that it turned her on.

"Answer me, Isabella." It was a demand, and it was turning her on more than she thought it would.

His hands were running up and down her sides in sensual movements and his right hand moved to her dress covered thigh by her knee.

"Hmm." Was all Bella could manage as she watched his hand move on her thigh.

"Hmm? Is that all you think of it?" He nibbled on her neck and whispered against her skin as he flipped his hand over and ran his knuckles further up her thigh, lifting her black cocktail dress as he went. "Do you not find it erotic? Sexy? Sensual?"

"I do," she breathed.

He ground into her back and Bella gasped as she felt his hardness press into her lower back.

"I certainly do."

She moaned and lifted her hand to his right one on her thigh. She moved their hands higher, closer to her centre.

"What do you want, Isabella?" He murmured seductively in her ear.

Suddenly realising what she was doing she gasped and made a move to shove his hand away. He held onto her thigh not letting her.

"It's okay, Isabella." He said, soothingly. "Tell me what you want."

She wanted it, God she really did want it! She was so wet - it was becoming uncomfortable how wet she was - but in front of everybody? She didn't want to be exposed like that. This wasn't her scene. It wasn't her.

As if reading her mind Edward spoke up, "It's okay, Isabella, nobody is watching us."

She looked around the room double checking for her own piece of mind that nobody in fact was watching. How could she be so sure when she herself was watching somebody else?

"I promise." He whispered; squeezed her hand and continued his journey to her centre; placing his hand under the cloth of her dress; keeping her covered. "Tell me you want it Isabella,"

She groaned as his knuckles grazed her panty covered clit.

"I do, I do want it."

He moaned and pushed himself into her back searching for his own friction.

"You've been driving me crazy all god damn night, Isabella."

She whimpered as he pushed her lacy panties to the side, running a finger down her slit.

"Edward."

"You've been watching other people bring themselves pleasure, and then blushing like a school girl," he grunted, as he pushed a smooth calloused finger inside of her heat. "God... fuck, Isabella, you're so damn tight. Urgh." He bit her ear sweetly, and then licked the wound, soothing the heat.

"You're so warm. I can't believe you told me off for my manners," he choked out a laugh.

"Yeah, well your mother should have taught you them." She cried out as he inserted a second finger.

He stopped all of his movements and she groaned in frustration.

"Don't be cheeky to me Isabella."

"Please," she begged, "I'm sorry."

He inserted a third finger and started moving again. He thrust them into her softly, hitting a delicate spot inside of her warm depths every time.

"I can just imagine your tight cunt wrapped around me, Isabella," he taunted in her ear.