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I was so thrilled to finally be alone with Edgeworth, but I had never been this nervous around him, and he always made me a little nervous. How could he not? He was so beautiful. I wanted to please him and my anxiety was from hoping that I would.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said, noticing that I was trembling. He approached me slowly. “Don’t be shy. Not with me. Never with me.”
“Don’t take that as my not wanting to be with you,” I said softly. “I do. More than anything.”
“I know,” he said, and started to kiss me passionately. The feeling was indescribable as his lips caressed mine and his tongue moved in my mouth. I was already moaning as his hands began to roam over my body. I felt them caressing my breasts over my blouse and I closed my eyes for a moment. My nipples were already hard and straining against my bra, and I could feel myself growing wetter. There was an aching urgency greater than I’d ever had; a surge of impatience that shocked me. I reached out to touch and stroke his hair, which felt silky. I was greedy for him. I took his jacket off and just looked at him in his waistcoat, running my hands down his clothed chest. I brought my lips to his again. Then, I brought my hand to the front of his pants and started caressing him through his clothes. I gasped at how hard he was. He moaned gently. Just that sound, and knowing that I was pleasing him, made me feel a painful throbbing between my legs. I kept stroking him through his clothing and he moaned again, bringing me back to my feet and unbuttoning my blouse impatiently.
He started to touch me over my bra, slowly using a single finger to draw each nipple out further until it stood defined against the fabric. I moaned again, loudly, my eyes closing involuntarily even though I wanted to keep looking at his gorgeous face, even more beautiful in its mounting ecstasy. He unhooked my bra and then he pushed me onto my bed and bent over me with a reverent expression, kissing me more fervently.
His lips moved down to my breasts and slowly his tongue flicked against my nipples. He alternated between touching them with his fingertips and then sucking them, and my moans grew louder. I was feverish by then; I couldn’t wait. I sat up and started to unbutton his waistcoat and then his shirt, kissing his warm chest as I did so. I kept smiling up at him. I was so happy, and so filled with desire it felt like a sickness. It was ecstasy. He smiled back at me and pulled me off the bed again to standing, pulling off my pants and leaving me standing in my panties before him. I unbuckled his belt and pulled down his silk boxers, bringing my hand to his throbbing member. He groaned loudly. I felt him already covered in precum, his cock twitching in my hand. I looked up again to kiss him and felt it against my wet panties, throbbing.
“Let’s get you back on the bed,” he growled, pushing me back onto it and pulling my panties off. His hand was soon between my legs, stroking the lips of my soaking pussy.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered.
“Of course,” I said as his fingers entered me and then started to move around my clit. He caressed me slowly, circling it with his fingertips, listening carefully to my moans and responses so that he knew exactly what I liked and when I was coming closer to climax.
“Come for me,” he said. My eyelids fluttered open and I looked at him: his perfect body and face looming over me. I felt myself climbing closer, and then his fingers were moving more swiftly. He moved his other hand to one of my nipples, twisting it between his fingers. I came then; for the first time (but not the last), screaming at the intensity of it. He kept up his movements, pausing to let me rest and then speeding up to bring me to another peak.
His face was transported with bliss. I moved to kneel on the floor at the edge of the bed and he sat before me as I dipped down to put my head between his thighs. His cock was hard, red, and throbbing. I put my lips around the head and swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting him. Every time I heard a sound of appreciation I could feel my own arousal climb further. I began to bob my head and take him in deeper and deeper, and his hands came down to caress my hair.
“No more,” he gasped. “I don’t want to finish.” He pulled me back onto the bed. I looked up at him and felt him open my legs and plunge into me, deeply. The sensation was pure bliss as he thrust into me and I tried to draw him even deeper. I never wanted it to stop. I never wanted him to leave.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered into my ear. I could feel him moving more quickly and breathing more heavily as my bed shook with his movements. His thrusts were hot and searing, and I was already shaking with another orgasm. He started to shake violently, too, and then he came. I felt him go even more rigid within me as he filled me, throbbing inside me, and then slowly pulled out.
“That was somehow even better than I’d imagined, and I imagined it a lot,” I said.
“It was magnificent” he said, looking down at me while caressing my face. “I love you, Counselor.”