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Edward is quite...perverted nowadays. At least, to me. I imprinted on him about three years ago when I was sixteen. I'm nineteen now, and Edward is a hundred and...something. Not that I actually age anymore either. We're pretty much both stuck at teen age physically, we've just grown mentally.
I can't remember his exact age at this point. I do, however, remember every time he's rawdogged me and left me shaking. For the last year or so he has been obsessed with destroying me, sexually of course.
Even as we are sitting on the couch right now, he's looking at me with those stupidly handsome eyes of his. He looks hungry, but not in a vampiric kind of way. It isn't blood lust he feels, it's just regular lust.
"Stop looking at me like that," I mumble, but I'm blushing. He knows I'm blushing. He can read how my mind is going through past scenarios. His looks always end in more, not that I'm complaining.
"I want you, Jake. Are you opposed to going upstairs?" He asks, and he means the question. If I say no, he won't push it or ask again. He's not an asshole.
"No, 'm not...opposed," I answer, but he's already sweeping me up and rushing me up the stairs. He heard my answer in my mind before I even said it out loud.
I always wonder what it'd be like to read his thoughts, but at this point in our relationship, I've learned what his actions and looks indicate. Plus, my wolf can practically feel every emotion he feels. It took a while for either of us to accept that we're soulmates, but we came around eventually.
Currently, he's laying me on the bed all gentle like. He has me pinned down, but he waits for me to tell him he can continue. Of course he can continue, and once he hears that in my mind, he does.
He undoes the button and zipper on my jeans in lighting speed, pulling my pants down and my boxers down with it them. He slides his hands, which are always cold, up my torso and lifts my shirt over my head. He tosses all three onto the floor before I start to undo his clothes.
I copy his prior movements, throwing his clothes to the floor on top of mine.
Edward starts kissing my neck feircely, leaving purpke marks behind. He moves to my collar bone, then down my torso, even all the way to just above my dick. I'm lined with purple and blackish marks, and he grins at me.
I know what he going to do before he does it, as he hauls me off the bed and makes me stand on the floor as he gets to his knees. He'll suck me off, and then we'll switch places. My dick is already leaking precum.
He licks my tip, swirling his tongue around it as I moan softly, covering my mouth to stifle it. I don't need to be quiet, but I want to be.
"Please..." I whine with a begging tone. He listens and starts taking my penis into his mouth ever so slowly. Once he's engulfed it, he deepthroats it over and over again. Thankfully, vampires don't have gag reflexes.
He pulls back a little to tease me some more, before taking my meat all the way to the back of his throat again.
"Fuck..mmmffhh..Edward..." I whimper, panting now. Close, so close. It hasn't even been five minutes, but I've never been able to last long with him.
He deepthroats it faster, repeating the action three times before I explode into the back on his throat, whining like a pathetic mutt as I do so.
"Fuuuu..." I pant.
He swallows all of it, licking his lips slowly. He smirks at ne, chuckling a bit at my blissful expression.
"Good boy, now come on, on your knees. My turn," He tells me, still smirking. He studies me when I don't listen.
"Too tired?" He asks, no lust left in his voice. I nod, my legs shaking. Again, I can never last long with him. I don't know why one round wears me out so much.
He picks me up, pulls back the covers, and places both of us in the bed. He places the blankets over me, before cradling me against his cold, still bare body. Of course, I'm still naked too. Although, neither of us care.
He runs his hand up and down my back while I sink my face deeper into his chest.
"My boy," He mumbles, kissing my forehead. I can't help but drift asleep right there against him. I feel safe, just like I always do with him: my Edward.