Hey, guys! It's me again!

This is a one shot based on the Toni Braxton song Spanish Guitar.

I've been in love with this song for as long I can remember, and, when a few days ago she popped again in my spotify, I decided I needed to write a fanfiction about it, so here we are.

Please ignore any mistakes, english isn't my first language but I think some things are better written in english.

I really hope y'all enjoy it, and if so, please, leave a comment with your thoughts about it.

Spanish Guitar

Sitting in a dark corner of the packed smokey room she had a great view of him. She could catch every glimpse of his face, could see the soft strokes of his fingers in the guitar, every bob of his Adam's apple, and most of all she could see the light shining through his bright emerald eyes. If she wasn't sitting in this dark corner, she could swear he was looking right at her.

When he started to sing, she noticed his eyes were even more filled with emotion and a deep voice rose from his mouth, in what she would describe as a Spanish scented English. His velvet voice owned the room, everyone stopped to listen, every eye turned to face the sun kissed god.

As his voice reached her ears, it filled her body and soul. She could almost feel him close to her and, like every other Friday for the past 4 weeks, she closed her eyes and let her mind wander.

From that moment on she was no longer at the packed Cuban club, it was just them, the only two people standing in a dark room.

She could feel his body near, as she swayed to the sound of his voice, his body emanating heat as he approached her from behind. She could feel his warm breath in her ear as he continued to sing. His hands slowly pushing her hair away from her shoulder, exposing the neck where he placed a peck.

After, he started to ran his hands down her bare arms, as he continued placing soft pecks below her ear. His body was pressed against the naked skin of her back. She wasn't sure in what point she took off her clothes but she was no longer wearing them.

And as his hands caressed up her arms, she felt a shiver running down her spine.

His hands never left her body, from the shoulders they descended to her side, passing at the side of her breasts, throughout her waist and hips, leaving her wanting for more. She could feel the urge rising from her center as he slowly caressed her stomach with the tip of his fingers, ascending until his palms were cupping her breasts.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as a moan came from the man behind her. He pinched her nipples as he stopped singing and softly whispered her name, pressing his hard erection at her back.

- Touch me, Edward - she begged - please.

As his palms slid down her stomach he asked her in a small whisper

- Where, baby? Where do you want me to touch you?

She thought she should feel ashamed of the noises she was making but she wasn't, not when Edward was the one making her feel like that.

- Touch me where I've been needing you the whole night. - She begged again - Play me like I'm one of your strings.

His hand sinked down further until he reached her sore center, which was soaking wet, needing for his touch.

His fingers played with her, pressing, pinching, rubbing. She could feel the orgasm forming inside of her, the known feeling started to rise from her center to her stomach.

His finger slowly played with her folds, and as he entered her with two of them, she collapsed in his arms, reaching her peak screaming his name.

She was suddenly drown out from her fantasy by the sound of applauses, he had finished his round of songs. She felt the heat burning her cheeks as she looked at him, with the thoughts from moments ago rewinding in her head.

She rubbed her legs searching for relief from the discomfort between her thighs and thought "If only he noticed me".

With that in mind she rose from her seat and walked towards the bar to grab a drink.

- A Dry Martini, please - She said to the bartender, sitting in one of the stolls.

She swear she could feel eyes on her and looked around trying to catch a glimpse of whom it was from.

It was a Friday night anyway, and she was at a bar, and although she couldn't get the green eye god out of her head, she thought she could might as well find a distraction.

- Here is your drink, miss. - the bartender said as he handed her the drink.

She thanked him and started to sip the drink while looked around the place. It was full, but not crowded. Her god was no longer on the stage. As she sipped the drink, she couldn't get past the feeling of being watched.

As she looked around she saw a flash of the Auburn hair that for weeks have filled her dream. And looking down she met the same emerald eyes that were so full of emotions in the stage, but this time she could say, for certain, that he was looking straight at her.

His stare made her feel wanted, the longing emotions did not filled his eyes anymore, this time, they were filled with desire. The way he looked at her made her feel like a lamb, ready to be devoured. But she wasn't afraid, this was all she had dreamed for the past weeks. She wouldn't miss the opportunity.

She sipped the rest of her drink with her eyes still focused on him. From the distance she could see the grip at his jaw as a drop accidentally slipped through the corner of her mouth and she used her tongue to lick it.

Placing her now empty glass at the bar she stood up, and giving a last glimpse at his eyes she walked slowly towards the dance floor.

The Spanish music filled the place, making the mood perfect for what she had in mind. She could still feel his glare at the back of her head, so she started to move her hips to the beat of the song, running her hands through her body, and imagining how it would feel if it was his hands instead.

She slowly balanced her head as she felt her hair, that was once in a messy bun at the top of her head, slowly fall on her back.

She turned from where she was standing so she could face him. And right now he was closer than she thought. He was looking so deeply at her that she couldn't move her eyes from him.

As she kept moving to the sound of the music, she saw him coming closer and closer in her direction. The excitement she felt made her whole body shiver, as the known feeling urged from the bottom of her stomach.

She looked at him with desire, inviting him with her eyes. As he was at an arm away distance she turned her back at him again, and continued moving her hips.

She could feel the warmth emanating from his body as he reached her waist with his hands, moving her closer to his chest to the sway of the music.

His strong arms revolved around her, and it felt like a little shock streaking throughout her whole body, making her want him even more, feeling even better than she first imagined.

She could tell that he also felt it, from the fast stronger grip he gave her.

He bobbed his head so his lips were closer to her ear and softly whispered

- You had no idea how long I waited so I could do this, mi angel de ojos marrones.

His warm breath in her ear, together with his chest pressed against her back, made her panties wet. She couldn't believe she had this man around her.

She turned so she could face him, lifting her arms so they were on his shoulders, as her hands went straight to his hair, just like in her dreams.

As she carefully stroked her hands through his hair, she could hear the soft moans coming from his chest. His head was tilted a little back, towards her slight grip, and his eyes were now closed as he enjoyed her touch.

Suddenly his eyes opened and looked down at her, the emerald green pebbles were so close and stared so deeply she thought there was nothing she could hide from him. His lips parted a little, as his tongue wetted them.

- May I ask the name of the woman who has clouded my mind for the last weeks? - he said looking from her eyes to her lips.

- Isabella Swan - she said as a whisper, surprised that her voice didn't cracked - You can call me Bella.

- Bella - he whispered in her ear, and she loved the way her name rolled out of his tongue with his beautiful accent - Well, Bella, my nam…

She interrupted him by placing a finger on his lips as she stood at the tips of her toes reaching for his ear with her lips and softly whispered

- You don't need to tell me your name, I already know exactly what I'm gonna scream when I come later, Edward.

His grip got tighter at her hips, and he pressed his already hard erection on her stomach. And that was it, she couldn't wait any longer, so she went forward and pressed her lips to his.

It started as a slow kiss, his lips caressed to hers, she could feel as his lips parted and his tongue carefully asked permission to deepen it. There the frenzy begins, what started as a languid kiss was now full of luxury and passion.

His hands moved from her hips to her nape, holding her to him. As if she was planning to go anywhere else.

Their mouths moved against each other like the perfect dance, as if was meant to be. The air around them turned thick and dense, and when breathing became necessary they parted ways but kept the foreheads close while trying to even their breaths.

She opened her eyes and he was glancing down at her.

Without looking away they kept moving to the sound of the latin music for a while, both still lost in the moment that happened just minutes ago, still lost in each other.

He bent down, gave her a soft peck in the lips and whispered in her ears.

- Is it later yet? - he said with his velvet voice - I'm ready to hear my name screamed by your lips.

- I live a few blocks from here, let's go to my place - she answered

With that said she grabbed his hand and went for the exit.

Even though she lived close, it wasn't safe to walk home that time of the night, so they hopped into a cab.

The drive home was short, but the whole time Edward's hand never left hers, and from time to time he would give her a peck on the lips.

They remained in silence during the ride, and even though they had only truly met that night, it wasn't uncomfortable, and it didn't reduced the sexual tension between them.

A few minutes passed and they arrived at her place, she paid the driver and they got into the building. She lived in the 8th floor so they would need to take the elevator.

As they waited for it to reach the ground floor, Edward held her against his chest, caressing her stomach with his hands, kissing her nape and shoulders, it felt so good, so real, she couldn't wait to see how it would feel having him inside of her.

The elevator finally arrived and the moment the door closed her hands were all over him.

While they mouths played the most sensual fight, only a preview of what she had planned for the rest of the night, her hands grabbed his hair keeping him close. She wasn't sure they had cameras in there, but if there were they were certainly giving a show. His hands grabbed her ass pulling her to his lap, were her aching core met his pulsating erection.

The elevator's door flung open and she had to climb off his lap, not wanting to give anyone a live show. They got out and she guided him to her apartment.

The moment she closed the door his hands were back on her. They started a urgent kiss, and God, his lips tasted better every time. It was urgent, it was lustful, it was amazing.

His lips left hers only to descent to her neck, leaving a burning trail.

Their hands didn't stop either, as hers started unbuttoning his shirt, his running through her body lifting her dress, and pressing her bottom.

As his shirt formed a puddle on the floor, she lifted her arms so he could remove her dress.

He looked at her with lust.

- Dios mío - he said running his eyes through her body - eres tan hermosa, Isabella!

His lips met hers again. Now, only his pants and her lingerie were between them. His hands moved from her hips to cup her lace covered breasts. She released a soft moan feeling his strong hands arousing her. He pinched one of her nipples as his mouth covered the other through the lace.

They here still standing close to the living room door and she needed him inside her fast.

So with all the control she didn't had she grabbed him by the belt and stated moving towards the room.

In the hallway they started untying his belt and unbuttoning his pants, leaving behind a trail of clothes. By the time they arrived at the bedroom they were already over each other.

As they kissed he removed her bra and released her breasts. The way he looked at her made her shiver in anticipation.

- Díos - he said as a whisper - eres perfecta.

Isabella was inebriated by his voice, his accent, his smell, his hair, everything about him was so inviting. She had never felt like that, so attracted by someone. The electricity around them made her heart pound heavy in her chest. What was that?

Edward wasn't better, having Isabella in his arms felt like never before, he didn't remember if he ever felt something like that. The way his body reacted to hers, the way his hand seemed like it was fit to hold her body. He didn't understand what was going on, but he knew he didn't want it to stop.

With that connection, without losing each other's gaze, Isabella moved them to the bed. As he laid down she climbed on top of him, her soft core meeting his erection. They both moan at the friction it caused, their heat only separated by their thin underwear.

Isabella moved her head towards Edward's, moving her hips and causing a fiction the was letting them both mad. She kissed his lips slowly, descending through his neck, clavicle, torso and stomach, finally reaching the small trail of hair that lead her to where he wanted, needed her the most.

With her fingers she traced the rim of his boxer briefs, sending a shiver up his spine. Edward looked at her mesmerized by the way she moved, the way her long hair fell around her face. And when she hooked one of her fingers in the rim of his underwear, he lifted his hips so she could remove it and release his aching erection.

Isabella stopped for a moment to admire the god that was now laid down naked in her bed. He was amazing, perfect with his messy auburn hair, his crooked smile, his defined torso and nos thick and rock hard erection.

She felt the need to taste him, so she reached to his erection with her hands, doing soft strokes and watching his reaction. She started decanting her red lips towards it when Edward tried to stop her.

- You don't have to…

His breath was caught by the feel of her lips around him. Her warm tongue swirling around the top, and throughout his length, as her hand stroked his base. It felt amazing. As she engulfed his length his hand moved to hold her head, guiding her in a pacing.

He could feel his release coming closer, and he didn't know what to do, he tried to remove her, but she held stronger to his hips, bringing him deeper, she wanted to feel him. As his erection touched the top of her throat he came in her mouth. It was by far the best head he ever received, no other women had ever made he come so fast, with only the mouth.

Isabella felt his release deep in her throat, she had never felt the urge of doing that to someone, but somehow she wanted to do it with him. As she removed him from her mouth, she looked up at him. His breathing was fast, his eyes were looking straight up at her. She gave him a wink, and he let out a small laugh.

Coming back to his senses, Edward wanted to give it back to her, he wanted to know how she would feel in his mouth.

He turned them in the bed, now staying on top of her. They kissed, and just like she had done with him he started to leave a trail of kisses on her body. He kissed her neck, clavicle, and stood a moment at her breast, taking his time in each nipple, sucking, licking, biting, getting whatever reaction she would give him, a wimp, a gasp, a moan.

Then he descended with his tongue through her stomach, leaving a wet trail. When he reached her panties it was already soaked with her juices, he licked her entrance throughout the underwear, blowing it afterwards making her shiver.

Bella's fingers held onto the sheets in anticipation. It took everything she had to not turn them around and sit on top of him, joining them together like she had imagine. Instead she laid there, letting him pleasure her, building her peak.

He removed her panties, and now she was fully exposed to him. He caressed her entrance with his fingers, making her unspokenly beg for more. He couldn't denied her silent wish, so he replaced his fingers with his tongue, sucking, tasting, pleasuring her. The noises she was making were getting him hard again, making him ready again for her.

While he tasted her with his mouth, he placed two fingers inside of her, making her torso arch. He could sense she was reaching her orgasm as her walls started pressing his fingers, and her grip in his hair became stronger, so he crooked his finger inside of her, reaching a special spot, and making her undone in his mouth and hands.

Isabella was still catching her breath when she reached for the bedside table looking for the only thing that was stopping Edward to make her his. She found it and gave it to him, she heard the sound of the wapper being open and a few moments later, while placing a kiss in her lips and looking directly into her eyes, he penetrated her body.

A groan left both throats, they were the perfect match, like a puzzle made on demand. Their bodies fit like a tailored suit. Their movements were synchronized like an expert's symphony. Even the sounds that left their mouths sounded like it was meant to be.

Isabella couldn't help but notice how amazing it felt feeling him over her, feeling him inside of her, filling every part of her while her walls surrounded him. She had never felt this way, the connection she had with Edward was mesmerizing. She knew it wasn't just sex, it couldn't be.

Edward, while thrusting his hips on her, had his body moved my the sensation of how surreal it felt being surrounded by her, having her walls covering him. How could sex be so amazing, it had never felt this way to him. It couldn't be just sex, that he was sure.

Their movements became more frantic, the peak was close to both of them. Looking for a deeper feeling Bella rolled them on the bed, now staying on top of him. The position made him reach a untouched point of her, making her walls tighten around him, making them both moan louder.

His hands were in her hips, steading her movements. The sweat covered their bodies, a cloud of desire filled the room.

- I'm so close, Bella - Edward said moving one of his hands to touch her where they met - come to me, baby.

That touch was all she needed.

- Oh, Edward- Isabella screamed his name as she reached her peak.

The grip of her walls around Edward made him come to, her name falling from his lips.

Isabella laid on top of him, not losing their connection. She could feel him pulsing inside of her, he could still feel the spasms on her body.

Isabella felt static, her body still tingling from the best, biggest, longest orgasm she had ever felt. Her mind couldn't help but travel to when she was in the middle of that crowded bar, looking at him, wanting him to look at her, hoping that one day he would hold her in his arms, longing to be his guitar, the only he caressed with tenderness, praying that he would look her way, and maybe someday be the one to claim his heart and soul.

And there she was, laying on his chest, surrounded by his arms, her head so close to his chest she could hear his heart beating.

Edward was static by the amount of feelings he felt with that one encounter. He had been waiting for weeks for a chance to talk to her, but the timing never seemed right, and now, laying on her bed, still rinsed of her after the most amazing sex, he knew it was right, and there wasn't anywhere else he wanted to be.

As she slides to his side, losing their connection, Edward climbed out of the bed to remove the condom. She pointed him the bathroom. He tossed it on the trash and came back to the bedroom. He could see in her eyes she didn't want him to leave, so he came back to the bed and held her in his arms.

Sure they needed to talk about what was coming next, but neither one of them wanted to do that in that moment. So they just laid there, holding in each other's arms.

As the sun started to rise outside the window, they fell asleep, knowing that it was not only a new beginning outside, but also the beginning of something inside of them.

The End

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(Pras gatinhas alfabetizadas em português, hoje não deu mas amanhã estarei postando a tradução)