Author's note: This is a direct continuation of the previous Edward and Ella story (The Reunion Part 1).
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Edward wasn't certain how long he'd been asleep, but it must have been several hours as it was now dark outside. He was still on his side facing Ella, but she had rolled onto her back. She was still dozing, and the city lights that flowed into their room through the windows allowed him to see her. Her face was soft, eyes twitching a little as she dreamed. One arm was above her head while the other rested across her stomach. He looked her over and felt himself stir as he watched her breasts move with her breath, the smallest goosebumps rising on her skin.
So as not to wake her, he rolled over and rose off the bed as gently as he could. He looked back over his shoulder as he moved to the bathroom. Ella still slept. Edward yawned and stretched and then freshened up a bit before returning to the room. Without turning on any lights he moved their bags from the seat and placed them quietly on the floor. He picked up the pants he had discarded aside earlier and slipped them on without bothering with the underwear, then removed his phone from his bag. He sat and read some news and caught up on a few texts and emails. He looked at Ella every now and again just to watch her sleep. She must have gotten a sense that she was now in bed alone, or perhaps that she was being watched, because before too long she stirred.
Ella opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling for a moment before turning her head to where Edward previously lay. As she realised he wasn't there her eyes began to scan the room until they found him on the seat. She smiled sleepily at him. He smiled back. She stretched long, yawning widely.
"Hey," she said, her voice husky with sleep.
"Hey," he replied. "Good rest?"
"Yeah, really good. You?"
"Yeah," he said as he returned his phone to his bag.
Ella rose and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She stretched again as she sat and he remained seated watching her body in the soft light. She was toned but curvy, soft in all the right places. He was glad he was wearing his pants again as they hid his hardening cock. She stood and walked around the bed, passed him without a word, turning on a light as she went. There was definitely a little wiggle in her walk and Edward smiled to himself as she strode by him and into the bathroom. He heard the sound of the taps running and decided to return to the bed. He rearranged some of the pillows and sat with his back propped against the bedhead, legs outstretched in front of him.
He heard the bathroom door open and turned to watch her walk towards him. Edward almost gasped as he looked on, her breasts bouncing with her movements as she walked to her bag, her smooth pussy on full display, just the smallest patch of hair on her pubic mound. Her hair was in a ponytail now. Aware that he was watching her but ignoring it, Ella squatted down to her bag. She spread her legs wide, displaying herself to him as she began to unzip her bag. This time Edward could not restrain his moan. She smiled and looked up at him, her eyes sparkling and full of mischief, but still not speaking a word.
She returned her gaze to her bag and he watched as she concentrated hard on whatever it was she was looking for. Before long she pulled what looked like some kind of black strap and what he was certain were handcuffs with fur wrist bands. She stood, stepped over the bag and walked toward him. Ella held the strap in one hand with the handcuffs hanging from the other, and when she reached the bed she climbed on top of him, spreading her legs wide as she straddled his lap. Her pussy gleaned, she was wet once again. She pressed into him as she sat and he felt himself rising into her. She smirked as she felt him harden.
Edward now got a closer look at what she was holding. What he thought was strap was actually a long length of satin ribbon, black in colour, smooth and shiny. She let the material fall to his stomach and he flinched a little at the touch of it landing there. Ella raised an eyebrow.
"Didn't take you for the ticklish type," she said.
Edward just shrugged.
"Satin," Ella stated,
"Hmmm," Edward replied. "For what, exactly?" He questioned teasingly with a small smile.
"Well, it certainly isn't for my hair," she said, grinning wickedly at him.