Ed turned towards the screen where the movie title had finished rolling and settled back in his seat.
"Aren't you going to hypnotize--"
"Maybe later."
Holly sighed. The fires cooled. The itch increased, right -- right on the peak of her bud, which was maddening. She crossed her legs and tried to rub as she slid back next to Ed.
The wine was good but she couldn't pay attention to the movie. She'd will the itch away, and it'd go, right up until she thought she was free, and then it'd explode leaving a gnawing ache that kept growing and growing. She crossed and re-crossed her legs. She shimmied in her seat. Her breath would hitch and her flesh radiated fire.
Fuck. God. Maybe if I--
Holly started to rise. Ed draped an arm over her shoulders and tugged her so their shoulders bumped. At his touch, the gaping ache at her core filled with warmth spelling relief. She uncrossed her legs and languid fire, like hot water mixing with cold, boiled up through her. She bit her lip to dam her contented sigh.
But it didn't last. The heat that had relieved her radiated out, leaving a hole in its wake. Her body tensed and lifted her ass a finger span off the couch as it tried to overpower the invisible need.
"You okay?"
Fuck no.
"Yeah." Holly voice was a little breathy. "Are you going to hypnotize me?"
Before I fuckin' jump your bones?
"In a bit."
She squirmed. "Why not now?" Her legs trembled and with each quiver they pried open ever so slightly more.
"It'll never work. You're too fidgety." His hand, the one on her shoulder, reached up and massaged the lobe of her ear.
Heat billowed through her. On the screen, Natalie Portman might've faked a moan. The noise that escaped Holly was beyond her control.
Ed stroked her earlobe once more. Again, a wave of wet heat washed through her stripping her muscles of all tension and strength. She slid lower in her seat only just managing to plop her wineglass upon the end-table before she spilt it. Her knees spread apart. She distantly recognized that her posture was lewd but she was wearing jeans and fuck, she just felt too good to move now.
Ed's hand moved from her shoulder to her neck. She didn't need to see his thumb to feel it hovering just behind her ear. He made contact and lazily traced the inner whorl of her ear all the way back to her lobe.
An inaudible moan vibrated her breast. the pinnacles of her twin peaks scratched inside her bra. A wet warmth warned her that the crotch of her jeans might soon soak through.
Oh hell.
She sucked in a heavy breath.
Oh fuck.
Another gasp cycled.
Her ear. He was only touching her ear. Had no one else ever touched her ear like that?
She heard ears were sometimes erogenous.
But God, who'd've known?
She slid down the couch further.
And he removed his hand.
Wait? What? No!
She nuzzled into his shoulder but rather than putting his arm around her, he dropped his hand just above her knee.
Her leg twitched at his touch. Static tingles radiated up the inside of her thigh. Where a moment before there'd been no stress, an electric tension knotted in the very lowest realm of her core. She grabbed his hand so as to prevent neural overload.
"Something wrong?"
Several heartbeats hammered by before her breast stopped heaving enough she could meet his eyes and answer. She licked her lips and forced the breathiness from her voice. "No. That scene was hot and -- you startled me."
"Ah." His eyes sparkled. "The movie's not over yet." He gaze returned to the screen. The tension between her legs grew unbearable.
Gently, attempting stealth, she pulled his hand a finger-width up her thigh.
God, I'm hot. Forget hypnosis, just fuck me already!
He resisted.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She closed and opened her thighs.
Can't you take a hint?
Her breath cycled deeper.
"Ed, God, don't make me ask."
Ed blinked at her but there was knowing behind his eyes.
"
Edward
?"
"Your pants are still on."
She was up so fast she stumbled over the coffee table. Her flats were off before she came to a standstill. A heartbeat later she kicked her pants and bikini briefs half way across the room.
The tension, the heat, the need evaporated. As she stood there bare below but her socks, the chilling wetness between her thighs was all that remained to tell her it had been real.
"Oh my God." A rose tide burned breast and cheeks. "You -- you did it. When did you do it?"
Ed graced her with a hungry grin. "Yeah,
I
sure did." He stood, a lion rising from a crouch.
Holly retreaded a step. One swift stride and he pounced. An arm wrapped behind her shoulders and pinned her breast to chest. A fistful of hair gently forced her eyes to his.
Oh God. Oh fuckin' God.
Every last ounce of tension, heat and need returned fortyfold.
Ed's free hand stroked down over her blouse, across her hip and to her juncture. Holly sparked as his strong, fucking finger bumped over her button and fish-hooked her.
His fist tightened in her hair. "Six ways to heaven,
yes
?"
Her breasts heaved against his chest. "All weekend. And any other time you want too."
