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I’m lying in bed watching Edward slowly sit up and swing his legs over the edge so his feet are touching the floor. His back is to me and he raises his hands up to rub his face to wake his sleepy eyes. My eyes linger down his back and they’re suddenly fixated on his flexing back muscles contracting as his arms tighten at his sides and his fingers rub hard circles around his face. I feel myself falling into a trance, a sleepy haze, as I appreciate his glorious physique. The center line of his back curves as his shoulders turn and his head swings around in my direction. Edward appraises my form lying barely covered by red satin sheets and nothing else, and a slow smile spreads across his face.
“Good morning baby,” he mutters in a groggy tone.
My lady bits tingle when the word “baby” crosses his lips. Oh god, I get to be Edward’s baby!
“Mmm…morning Edward,” I practically moan and smile back, stretching my legs out and pointing my toes, all giddy like I’m literally living in heaven and I’m still alive. “Last night was…um….” Words fail me as I’m a little shy and embarrassed to openly compliment his sexual prowess. There should be no modesty left here anyway. Just thinking about the positions he had me in last night make me shutter in sheer mortification. Jeez, I had no idea I was so bendy!
“One of the best nights of my life…” he finishes my sentence. “You beguile me, Olivia.”
OMG! I seriously can’t believe I get to lay here this close to Fifty in his freagin’ birthday suit and discuss how our wall, floor, bed, shower, sink sex was the best night of his – our life. My inner Goddess just sprung up, stark naked, and sashayed across the bedroom floor like it was a catwalk, waving to the cheering crowd.
“Oh god Edward, nothing compares to last night….to you.”
His smile widens as he fully turns his body and places his hands on either side of my head and lowers himself down over me, hovering, so that we’re nose to nose and I feel his hot breathe fan across my face. “Baby, there’s no place I’d rather be than inside you,” be breathes, green eyes staring into mine. I suck in a deep, unsteady breathe as lust and love and desire mix together like a heady cocktail, making me feel punch drunk. He leans in slowly and places a soft, open mouthed kiss on my lips and I tilt my head to the side to give him better access, parting my lips; inviting his tongue. He pulls away before the kiss deepens and he smiles a wicked smile.
“I want to baby, but I have to get in the shower -- early morning meeting.” He smiles down at me and winks before rising up and sauntering towards the bathroom naked as a jay bird.
“Ahhh! Edward, you TEASE!” I whine to him as I cross my legs and squeeze ‘em shut, attempting to put out the fire. He turns and smirks at me. Oh good grief – full frontal. I’m a lucky f****** b**** and I know it. Then, his arm reaches over to his dresser and presses a button on his iPod docking station with speakers. A slow song starts to play with speaking lyrics at the start and the sound is soothing. I watch in stunned amazement as Fifty moves his arms up in front of his chest, fisting his hands, moving to the music that’s suddenly picked up in rhythm and he’s now swaying his hips on beat with the drums. He watches me watch him as he rolls his hips, tipping his head back and closing his eyes as if he’s lost in the music – dancing. Dancing for me? What the hell? This is unexpected and totally out of character for my Fifty, but goddamn its sexy as hell.
“Turn that off Liv!” I feel nudging at my back as I’m abruptly awakened to the sound of my alarm clock blaring in my ear and Jake nagging me to hit the snooze button. My head snaps up – s***, it’s 6am. I slap the snooze button and growl at it, wishing it a slow and painful death.
S***! Fifty, COME BACK! The memory of Edward moving for me to that music is my undoing. I rip open the top drawer of my night stand and dig in for old faithful – the husband's asleep, and right now I don’t want his distraction. And then sleep wears off and I realize I have to get in the shower and go to work in an hour. MutherFUCK! Real life is such a b****. I want Fifty back. Hell, Fifty was about to become Stripperward and it was all for ME. MUTHERFUCK!
Gurls…Stripperward has jumped out of my head and landed onto the pages of our next FanFiction story: “The Red Line” by Winndsinger! A quick description:
Edward is an exotic male dancer. Bella is a college student studying psychology and needs a subject to do her thesis on. Bella pays Edward to belong to her for 2 weeks so she can study him. Things soon get very interesting between them.
I don’t know about you, but after “Clipped Wings & Inked Armor,” I need a little break from the angst! I just want sex and smut. How can someone named “Stripperward” not bring the sexyback? Ladies…let’s get started.
To read “The Red Line,” click HERE!
To wet your appetite, watch a teaser trailer that our favorite video Goddess *Biel* has made. Looking forward to the full trailer. Enjoy!
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